The Tale of Ludwig: A Bloodborne Story and Lore Novelization

by DavidSineiro

Ludwig, The Holy Blade. Before becoming such a memorable boss, he was a man. As he arrives in Yharnam in search of a cure for his affliction he will come face to face with its old secrets and change the whole world around him. In this story I give a full understanding of my interpretation of the lore from the eyes of one of its main players. No knowledge of Bloodborne is needed.

1. Chapter 0: Prologue

The Tale of Ludwig,

The Holy Blade of the Healing Church

~ A Bloodborne original story and lore novelization ~

by David Sineiro

This story is based on the videogame Bloodborne, by FromSoftware. No knowledge of the game is needed, as this text aims to connects all its dots and create an original linear narrative of all the events leading up to it. Only curiosity is encouraged.

Prologue

Ludwig could feel it. The Eldritch Truth. He sought it but it was too much for him to comprehend. Everything was too much, too fast. As he laid on one knee, and clutched his chest, he felt the air could not reach his lungs. He could feel spears piercing his spirit. He could feel hands crawling around in his brain. He heard the voices. The whispers. The ones that told him the Truth is more terrifying than he could have ever imagined. How could he? How can he imagine something he can't even comprehend? Just like a mere ant cannot understand the designs of a man, neither could he grasp this Truth. He held his sword and whispered to it with his last breath, as he felt his entire body crushed by the pressure of the Cosmos.

It wasn't, however, his real last breath. Stumbling to the ground of the Nightmare, almost lifeless, he gripped the sword of Moonlight with his last strength and heard it speak back to him. The voice he loved. The voice he understood. The voice that guided him. Guide him it did, once again. The sword's voice didn't speak words, and yet it calmed him. The sword's voice that only he could hear was cradling his almost lifeless body and driving away his fear. He remembered Master Willem's words: "Our eyes are yet to open..." His had been forced to open wide. As he looked at the distorted sky, he knew that Communion would no longer be the right way to ascend. He too needed more eyes.

He rose without fear. His mentor of Moonlight would never let him go. Perhaps he should have recalled Eileen's words as well: "Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts themselves."