The cold nightmare, entrapping the bloodstarved hunters of Yharnam, all zealots and failures, fallen so far from their previous glory. The Hunters stuck here fight and fight, kill and kill, with only an endless and mindless bloodlust to spur them on. But in this grim and dark world of Yharnam, one man, with so many underlying vices and virtues of his own, believes it is his duty to reclaim the fractured city and end the endless nightmare. And Vaal, the slayer, the devil, the Good Hunter, will see it done.
But as he traces his steps, as he approaches the climax of his desire, with the spirit of his dead mentor on his back, Vaal encounters a new obstacle, an obstacle that turns out to be more a blessing, than a curse. After everything, the torment of his fight through Yharnam, the one last thing that stands in his way... Is the famed and utterly deadly, Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower.
Rewritten and republished due to chapter glitch.
First of a series.
Act II description:
With the nightmare over and dealt with, purged away by the combined forces of Vaal, Maria, and his not-so dead mentor, Gehrman, the duo of Vaal and Maria turn their attention to the next biggest threat to Yharnam, the Choir. Their ranks bolstered, Vaal and Maria face the choir at every turn, battle after battle, all to win the city of Yharnam, to protect it, to protect their homes.
But along the way, as with any war, people get hurt, and Vaal is forced to deal with the same crippling emotion and fear from his past... Guilt, over the death of a friend, of family.
*Completed*
"No smart move.. I suppose I can trust you on this.." He said in his deep voice
leaving my hand.He didn't need to tell me that.. I was so taken by his presence and voice that I Couldn't move even if I wanted to..
He pushed me down to the ground by holding my shoulders.
I felt his body going away from mine, his heat disappearing, scent fading..
I heard footsteps and saw his figure coming in front of me..
His tall masculine figure walked to the chair in front of me.
He took off his suit and placed on the chair. He turned to face me, sitting on it
dominantly.. Like he owns the damn world..
He started rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, his eyes not leaving me.
I froze in my place as he gazed at me intensely. I couldn't bring myself to look
into his eyes but I felt his gaze on me.. Observing my every move.. Closely,
Very closely..I am sure he could feel my raged heartbeat and my fast breathing.. And even
the slight shaking of my fingers beside me.
His gaze on me was suffocating and too intense to ignore..
I looked into his eyes and my heart stopped pumping blood for a moment and
went wild the next as my brown eyes met those electric blue orbs..
***
She is a bad news.. She is a nightmare.. She is a Street fighter.. Not just any but the best among them.. She is hellfire and holy water.. That depends on how you treat her..
She is not the one you wanna mess with.. She can make your life a living hell..
She is not just any other girl.. She is Argyl..
If this is her, I will just let you wonder about him...!
Started on: 2nd August, 2017.
WARNING : It has violent scenes and deaths. You have been warned.