The Powder Keg

Red and White Moons

Was it hard to imagine what the Powder Keg's other eye(s) looked like? Well, good, that is the point.

Powder Keg was in a hot bath with Priestess. He had a different bandage over his eye, a water proof one. She was shy and her face was red.

"It's too bad the others didn't want to join us," Priestess sighed in relaxation. "He's so private, I never have any idea what's going on inside his head," Priestess said in disappointment.

"Somethings are better kept secret. When he feels comfortable with sharing, he'll let you know," Powder Keg spoke up in a soft tone.

Priestess nodded, thinking about the past. "Hello?" Sword Maiden called as she came in. Powder Keg wrinkled his nose in disgust. Despite the fact he'll no longer attempt to kill her. He hates churches, even Priestess is not really safe from that hate.

"I hope you two don't mind if I join you for a quick soak," She said, her voluptuous body on display. "Go ahead, there is no bath guard force," he said curtly.

Priestess shot a dirty look at him. "I apologize if I startled you. My duties kept me working late," Sword Maiden said while scrubbing down.

Powder Keg ignored her and kept soaking. He had to bathe in a different tub, because of all the blood and gore on him. That tub is rendered unusable for the time being.

Priestess stared at Sword Maiden's divine beauty, and her scarred body. Sword Maiden felt the gaze of Priestess on her. "Yes what is it?" She asked, knowing the answer.

"Um, your scars, are you okay?" She asked in concern. "Wow, I'm here with burns, stab wounds, bites, and your concerned for her? I'm feeling the love Priestess," Powder Keg jested.

"Because your unnatural! I know you can handle yourself!" Priestess pouted cutely. "Oh? These old things? They are the result of a foolish mistake. A foe snuck up behind me and hit me over the head. I can't believe that was over ten years ago," Sword Maiden said a bit too casually.

Powder Keg touched some of his many scars. Despite the fact he died so many times. The wounds never really left when he was reconstructed. It's probably there as a reminder of how and why he failed. Knowing his fellow Great Ones, that cruel joke is probably a reality.

"Preaching to the choir, which I maybe, probably, killed. A lot of my scars are from foolish mistakes. Like the time when I thought I could sneak up on a Scourge Beast. Or not checking an alleyway for dogs and getting mauled," Powder Keg sighed about his beginning days.

Those were probably the best times in the hunt. Where, while still dark, they still had a spark of hope. Those times didn't  last long. It was sinking in at the Cathedral Ward. The time where he truly died permanently, was the blood moon.

When he saw the Eldritch Truth.

That red moon, bleeding out answers. He just wants to take it all back. He should've just keeled over. Never searching for a hellhole called Yharnam. Now, he has eyes inside of his head. When the moon shines on him, he becomes a God.

"Good Hunter? Can I speak with you for a moment?" Sword Maiden asked as Powder Keg was getting out of the bath.

His Ashen Hunter's garb materialized through mist onto his body. Despite the fact he can't access most of his Great One abilities during days. This is a trick he learned from the little ones.

Sword Maiden lead him to her quarters. She began to put on a night gown. "Thank you for taking time for me like this. I know you don't like me. From what my friend told me about the Healing Church. It was horrible, I can only imagine how it soured you look on religions," Sword Maiden began.