A quick wit and a sharp tongue can deflect any question. At least, that's what I tell myself, what I have to believe. Should anyone learn the truth, I fear my days would be numbered.
I don't blame them, I really don't. It's the Church, it's their fault that we're reviled so. They warp the minds of those that serve them. Good men and women, some of which I've even had the pleasure to hunt alongside. But if they knew the truth about me, knowing me as they do, would they stay their hand, or would the Executioners come knocking?
We all want the same thing; for this scourge of beasts to end. We have fought alongside our brothers and sisters in Yharnam for ages. Once upon a time, we even fought alongside the Church! Those days have long since passed, and now we are seen as little more than the very beasts we too hunt.
If only they knew, if only they could know. Yet I must take my secret to the grave. Until that time comes, I will continue to hunt alongside those who would seek to destroy us. I must win them over, show them that we are all in this together, restore the honor that has been taken from us. I don't know if it can be done, but I must try.
For the honor of Cainhurst...
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Blood Red Skies On Pale Moon Nights
FanfictionA collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, li...