Bloodborne x Arknights crossover
After slaying the Nightmare, Flora of the moon,of the dream and being reborn and growing up as an infant Great One, The Hunter awakens in waking world on the shores of an abandoned yet familiar city of Iberia, the ci...
In a world reshaped by the relentless advance of the sea, a haunting melody echoes accompanies the sound of crashing waves through the misty air. The sky above is a canvas of swirling gray, the bright red moon reflecting the ever-changing tides below.
Amidst the flooded ruins of once towering skyscrapers and long forgotten cities, a woman in red dress seated herself upon a makeshift coral throne, her fingers gently plucking the strings of a harp. Her voice carries the weight of a thousand lost souls and melancholy as she repeatedly sings a haunting verse.
Cruel... and cold... like winds in the sea Will you ever return to me Hear my voice Sing with the tide
My love will never die...
The water laps at her feet, swirling around her ankles like a loyal companion. As the last notes of her song fade into the salty breeze, a lone figure emerges from the mist, walking dreadfully upon the water's surface. Approaching her with a mixture of empty determination and regret in their eyes.
Over waves and deep in the blue i will give up my heart for you... ten long years i'll wait to go by... My love will never die...~
Their gazes meet, and for a moment, the sunken world holds its breath. The woman's voice, ethereal and mesmerizing, takes on an eerie undertone as her song shifts into an enchanting yet melancholic tune as she extends her hands, inviting them to approach.
The Figure's steps falters as they looked upon the woman's Ruby red eyes and longing expression.
Memories of their shared histories flooded their mind; of the olden days, the choices, and the moments that led them to this purgatory.
Come my love be one with the sea~ Rule with me for eternity Drown all dreams so mercilessly And leave their souls to me
With each step the Woman takes towards the Figure, the water beneath her seems to shimmer and stir, as if acknowledging her presence. The two adversaries stood facing each other, separated by the expanse of water that both divides and connects them. The Figure's heart aches with the weight of regrets, of paths not or falsely taken and words left unsaid to her.
As the Woman continues to play her harp, the melody shifts once more, growing in intensity and urgency. The figure's regret transforms into a blind resolve, their hand reaching for the hilt of their weapon on their back and pulled out a very rusted white greatsword.
The time for reckoning has come, a final confrontation amidst the watery abyss-a battle of wills, regrets, and desires.
Play the song you sang long ago, and wherever the storm may blow you will find the key to my heart and we'll never be apart
With a deep breath, the figure readies themselves for the inevitable clash. The sea whispered secrets of forgotten lands, the wind carries echoes of their intertwined destinies, and the what was remained of the old world watches as these two figures stood on the threshold of their shared fate, ready to dance once more to the tune of their eternal struggle.
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Amidst the swirling waters and the crescendo of their battle, the clash between the Woman's summoned monstrosities and the Figure reaches its climactic conclusion. As their weapons clash and their magic intertwines, a surge of energy emanates from their struggle, illuminating the water in a dazzling display of light and shadow.
Wild and strong you can't be contained, never bound nor ever chained
In the end, it is the silver-haired Woman who emerges victorious, her harp's melody resonating with the very heartbeats of the world. With a final strike, she overpowers the Hunter whose strength now waning, regrets haunting her final moments. As she falls to the depth, the sea seems to hold its breath, as if mourning the loss of a soul caught in the relentless currents of destiny.
Wounds you caused will never mend, and you will never end
But then, as the ripples of their battle begin to fade, a strange phenomenon occurs. Another figure, identical to the previously fallen one, emerges from the depths of the water. The cursed cycle of love and death continues, an eternal dance that defies time and reason.
The Figure awakens once more from death, their memories intact and drawn to the same watery stage that has witnessed countless iterations of their tragic tale.
The Red Woman turns to face this new incarnation, She smiles sadly as her eyes are also a mix of sorrow and joy. She knows that they are bound forever by forces that are now beyond their control, destined to repeat this tragic encounter in a neverending loop.
Deep within their heart, the Figure is filled with a haunting mixture of sorrow and madness as their hollow sockets that once held their crimson eyes gazes upon the Woman who has been both their adversary and muse across the countless cycles.
Cruel and cold like winds on the sea...... will you ever return to me.....-
And so, the cycle begins anew. The Red Woman plucks another one of the harp's strings once more, the same melodic notes carried the weight of their shared history.
The Figure draws their weapon once more, ready to engage in a futile battle that they knows may ultimately end in their own demise, only for them to rise once more from the depths of the sea, and the story to repeat itself in an endless spiral of love and death.
-hear my voice
sing with the tide
our love will never die
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A/N: Happy Halloween!
And I have another bad news about the other stories,
I have decided that for now, I will put The Devil of Babel on Hiatus, and focus on this story for now.
