FOREWORD:

I own neither Danmachi nor Bloodborne and this fanfiction was inspired by A Hunter In Orario by JLKAuthor.

It is night and the air is still. A huge blood-stained full moon is at zenith under an overcast sky of purplish clouds.

Underneath that abnormal sky is the city Yharnam. A city with cobblestoned streets and towering dark buildings with pointed peaks and sharp edges. A city with coaches abandoned in its streets. A city with no human activity.

A city of death.

Metal and wooden coffins alike are plentiful out in the streets, with those occupied having been double lashed with chains. Perhaps to prevent something from getting out of them that is supposed to remain dead? Throughout that city of the damned is the smell of blood as it soaks the streets and runs in the gutters; the smell of charred wood and burnt meat from the bonfires that burned the victims of the Scourge, a disease that turned its victims into beasts.

Victims who would have turned into something worse if allowed to live long enough.

A grey-eyed man stalks those grim and bloody streets. A man who had the Old Blood injected into him and discovered to be immune to the Scourge it had caused; for that, he was tasked with hunting the monsters plaguing Yharnam, and possibly beyond, by being made a Hunter of the Workshop.

Many Hunters wear hats and masks, yet there are those who wear one but not the other and those who wear neither. This Hunter is of the latter as he is shown to be light complexioned with medium length black hair and sideburns down to his jawline.

He is wearing a close-fitting bluish-grey coat that hangs down past his knees, trousers of the same color, and a long brown belt draped diagonally across his torso. His coat hangs open to reveal a brown garment with four large buckles in a vertical row on the front, along with a brown turtleneck collar tucked in to effectively cover his neck. The sleeves of his forearms are encased by brown bracers that have intricate yellow lines detailed into them, and matching greaves that cover the front of his brown close fitting boots. In his hands encased by smooth skin-tight black gloves are a Hunter's Pistol in his left and a Saw Cleaver in his right.

He has been called the Good Hunter, the Moon-scented Hunter, but his name is Jonah Theron and he stops for a moment to close his eyes while sighing deeply.

I killed them all! He thought in both relief and disbelief. Now only the Moon Presence and Oeden are left! Oeden I don't think I can kill. Don't know about the Moon Presence though. Nevertheless, I better return to the Workshop.

That being to a lit lamp to teleport him into the Hunter's Dream as he continues onward in search of one. He does not have far to walk before encountering just such a lamp.

Wait! I've been down this route hundreds of times! He thought curiously while frowning at that lamp. And that lamp was never there!

Jonah walks up to that lamp in question. He stops before it and places the Saw Cleaver onto his back, causing it to stick there by means of the arcane, then puts the Hunter's Pistol inside of his coat.

That is an odd looking lamp. He thought as he squat to have a closer look at it.

At a casual glance it looks no different from any of the others that took him to the Hunter's Dream, but a closer examination reveals differences. The other lamps have a bulb in them that hang from its roof and have a switch to turn it on, with those that he first encountered not yet being lit; this one, however, has no switch and its bulb is a purple stone that simply floats in the center of its glass casing and is already on. The Messengers would always rise up underneath a lit lamp to greet Jonah but not under this one.

Jonah slowly reaches out and touches that strange lamp, only to be immediately engulfed by orange purple-speckled light that fills his vision. The light vanishes, leaving purple and orange motes to dance in his vision causing him to blink repeatedly in an attempt to dispel those light motes as he quickly stands erect.

His vision clears and bewilderment takes hold of him upon seeing that the strange lamp is no longer there, and he is not where it should have taken him.

This isn't the Hunter's Dream! He thought while looking around intently at what is a meadow of shrubbery, colorful flowers, grass, and forest in the intermediate background. This isn't even anywhere near Yharnam! So where did that strange lamp send me?

The Good Hunter reigns in his thoughts and focuses. In doing so, he is able to take notice of more details such as mountains with a band of light over them off in the distance.

Is it morning? He thought. And what is that?

As he takes notice of a very high thin pillar far in the distance. The longer he stares, the brighter the twilight becomes, showing that it is the beginning of the day instead of its end.

So it really is morning. He thought. Then, is the Hunt over? Where did that lamp take me? Maybe keening my Insight will help.

Insight, the ability to see and understand that which is inhuman also has a secondary purpose; it enables the possessor to find out more about something of their environment that interests them. Casually, his Insight is perpetually on but if he desires more detail then he must concentrate, or keen as is Jonah's wont to refer to as such.

That's a tower. He thought. And a very tall one at that. Of a city? Ah, a road. A lot of roads. One of which passes by here. Judging by the position of the soon to be rising sun, that tower and ultimately that city is southeast of here.

Jonah's Insight also shows him something else.

There are monsters around here! He thought. But they are distant from me.

He relaxes his Insight and looks down at the meandering road far down below that leads off into the direction that distant tower is located.

I might as well. He thought as he begins his descent.

The going down is difficult as trees and brush impede him somewhat, forcing him to take off the Saw Cleaver to cut a path through. By the time he arrives at that road in question, the sun is peeking over the horizon.

A dirt road. He pondered while putting up the Saw Cleaver. Well used too.

The Moon-scented Hunter glances back at where he came from, then starts walking toward that which had stimulated his curiosity in the first place.

NOTE:

To get a better image of Jonah's appearance, imagine a lighter-skinned grey-eyed male (and grimmer-looking) version of Aisha Belka.