Jaune Arc was the only who could hear and remember the language without a tool. He was the only one suited to mingle with the gods despite not having a lick of their blood in him. With Yharnam the past and Beacon the Future, Jaune Arc is set on a journey to become something he never got the opportunity to become raised by the Choir and its Head. Jaune Arc's journey of self-improvement; his goal, to be human. (I think 'magic' in bloodborne is extremely interesting in how it can be interpreted and developed for fanfiction. This story is one of my attempts at that).

(Note, there's a few changes in the Persona Timeline for the sake of this story) The prettiest smile hides the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes cry the most tears. The kindest hearts have felt the most pain. But despite all of it, they have the purest souls.