A/N: Well as the title suggests...yeah it's happening. I started playing Bloodborne once again and damn that game is frustratingly fun. After playing a few hours, and getting tilted by One Reborn and absolutely hardest area in the entire game, I wondered if there was a crossover between Bloodborne and Fairy Tail. So I did a little research and I was surprised to see no such thing, but now it is a thing! Also I'm supposed to be writing the next chapter for my other stories but noooo my brain tells me to stop and create another one.
Anyway enough of my rambling and let us begin!
"Cursed Beast!"
"Away! Away!"
"You fiend!"
"You plague-ridden rat!"
"It's all your fault!"
"What's wrong, my hunter? Don't you hear the hunt calling? Hm, look at you, that glint in your eyes. You boy, are insufferable."
"Majestic! A hunter is still a hunter, even in a dream."
"You're not hunting beasts, it's you... you're the beast, just think about what you're doing - it's utter madness…"
With a grunt he plunged his sword deep into the Great Ones abdomen while he heavily panted. He stood above a pile of bones and skulls while gripping a bloodied broadsword watching the Great One drop its black tattered wings and numerous arms looking up into the night sky. A white mist surrounded it and just mere seconds after the Great One exploded in a mixture of the white mist and black feathers, the wind causing the black cloak draped over his legs to flutter. There was a small child crying out for a moment before relaxing, followed by a raspy breath. Then there was silence, a silence that he had longed for since the very beginning of the hunt, the moment he signed that contract and woke up in that clinic to begin what was the night that tested his humanity to the fullest extent.
It was over. The hunt, the loss, the beasts, the source of the scourge, the nightmare...it was all over. After being killed numerous times in all ways possible and spilling so much blood he could finally go home.
He didn't care about Paleblood or transcending the hunt. All he wanted was to go home and forget this twisted nightmare.
His head twitched once he heard the whispers echoing inside feeling the knowledge of the slain Great One coursing through his mind. He always hated that, but hey he could use the knowledge to summon other hunters when he needed help. Not that it mattered now anyway.
Looking down he would see the familiar lamp giving off its purple benevolent light while little imp like creatures surrounded it and prayed. Despite their disturbing appearance, he couldn't help but appreciate how adorable and curious they are throughout his long journey.
Kneeling and stretching his arm out he snapped his fingers to activate the lamp, sparks flying about while the purple light grew in intensity. With his arm still stretched out he opened the palm of his hand and closed his gray eyes, feeling his conscious fall and his body growing light. The figure slowly faded away in a soft glow, completely oblivious of a ghostly woman who stood at the entrance to the lunarium. While the figure disappeared the woman gave off a soft smile and bowed, soon disappearing as well.
The only thing that was left in the decaying lunarium was a lone umbilical cord.
The Hunters Dream
He felt the hard ground beneath his feet and heard the sound of wood cracking due to the heat. Opening his eyes he looked up and found himself back at the Hunters Dream with the familiar sight of the workshop coated in flames. Not only that, but there was the Doll who stood in the same spot when he first met her. Most of the time he would go to her to channel the Blood Echoes he received after each slain beast, not even sparing her a glance. It was at those times where he felt rage, distress, and sadness coursing through his veins, and the Doll would sense it. She would speak without warning or permission to comfort him, to ease his terrors and frustration. She did all of that out of what she believed was love, and so he decided it was time to repay her for everything she did.
He approached the Doll and bowed. The doll saw his respectful gesture and bowed to him in return.
"Good Hunter, you have come. Dawn will soon break, this night and this dream will end. Gherman awaits you, at the foot of the great tree," she said to him. "Go on Good Hunter..."
The Good Hunter felt a small smile cracking underneath his mask as he heard those words, a smile he never thought he would feel once more. He nodded towards the Doll, but he wasn't going to leave her yet. Carefully his worn gloves reached out and gently grabbed the dolls smooth porcelain hands, gently lifting them up. The Doll would tilt her head confused at the Good Hunters actions. She was surprised that the Good Hunter would do this, especially in his last moments within the dream, but she did not argue or question him and remained still. Reaching into one of his pouches he grabbed an object and placed it on the palm of the Dolls hand, gently curling her fingers inward to close her hands and bringing them to her chest.
The Doll looked at the hunter for a moment before looking down at her closed hands. Slowly opening them she saw a hair ornament resting in the palms of her smooth hands. She felt a wave of emotions overtake her porcelain form, a feeling burning within her chest that she couldn't describe. What was this feeling...could it be?
"What…? What is this?" she marveled at the hair ornament, closing her eyes and bringing it close to her chest once more. "I-I can't remember, not a thing, only...I feel. A yearning, something I've never felt before...what's happening to me?"
The Good Hunter could see a soft glimmer forming on her left eye, reaching his gloved hand out and rubbing his rough thumb underneath her eye to remove the unique looking tear. He examined the tear and widened his eyes in surprise. It was a white stone in the shape of a teardrop, and within the stone was a gem that radiated a gentle aura. At this point the gem within the stone was useless, but he was going to keep it as a reminder that it came from the Doll who truly cared about him.
"Tell me hunter, could this be joy?" she sniffed softly.
He stared at her without even speaking, simply nodding in reply. The Doll couldn't see the small smile due to the mask that concealed the lower part of his face, but she knew it was present just by looking at the slight curve in his eyes.
The Doll couldn't help but smile softly at the Good Hunter. For too long all of the other hunters who took refuge in the dream only saw her as a plain doll, a tool and nothing else. The Good Hunter that stood before her didn't see her as such things; he saw her as a human and he bestowed her a gift that humans could feel. The same joyous feeling pulsed within her chest as she looked at the hunter, and it was pure.
"Thank you, Good Hunter," the Doll thanked while she closed her eyes.
The Good Hunter carefully placed his hand on her shoulder and gently shook her, nodding once more in silence. Taking a step back the two bowed one final time, turning his back to her and walking off to where Gherman was waiting. It was only a short stride through the stone path before he found himself standing at the foot of the once locked gate, taking in the sight before him.
There was a field coated in white flowers that gently swayed in the breeze, as well as numerous headstones scattered about. There were some that stood alone while others were clumped up next to each other. Taking a deep breath the Good Hunter began to stride through the field of flowers with his eyes wandering around. This place was supposed to give off a sense of melancholy, but to the hunter it was only giving him a sense of peace. He closed his eyes and allowed his hands to gently glide through the white flowers, briefly forgetting about the hell he experienced. The brief experience of peace ended when he felt the earth curve beneath him, opening his eyes to see the First Hunter himself sitting in his wheelchair at the foot of a tree that towered above the two, his eyes closed and head lowered.
"Good Hunter, you've done well," Gherman began while the hunter who stood before him listened silently. "The night is near its end. Now, I will show you mercy. You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed...from this terrible Hunter's dream."
Gherman looked up at the hunter and opened his eyes, seeing the hunter slightly heaving his chest while his black eyes grew glossy. This was a sight that he was used to. All of the hunters that he's met in the past wanted one thing and one thing only after enduring so much suffering: freedom. Without warning there was a loud thud from behind the Good Hunter, the Kirk Hammer that was once attached to his back now crushing the white flowers. He fell to his knees in exhaustion and released a heavy sigh, his entire body loosening while he lowered his head.
Clearly submitting his life, Gherman gravely nodded. Slowly he gripped the handles of his wheelchair and stood up, towering above yet another hunter he was granting salvation to. He grabbed the handle of his Burial Blade and removed it from his back, unfolding the monstrosity of a weapon silently. The Good Hunter could see the jagged blade that was just inches away from his eyes, not even feeling a slight tinge of fear or doubt. He just felt the peace that he was longing for.
"Farewell, my keen Hunter," Gherman arched the scythe and aimed for the Good Hunters neck. He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, opening his mouth to croak the words that he's heard in all of the texts and visions he's seen.
"Fear the blood."
Magnolia, Fiore
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
One word can describe what the members of Fairy Tail are feeling right now on such a glorious Saturday afternoon.
Miserable.
Absolutely Miserable.
The once rowdy members groaned in annoyance as they had their hands covering their ears to block the tolling of the bell coming from Kardia Cathedral, some even used their magic as an attempt to block out the noise. Lucy hiding within Horologium with her hands clasped over her ears, Gray using ice made ear mufflers, and Elfman using one of his beast arms to cover his right ear while his left ear was planted on a wooden table. Despite everyone's efforts to block out the tolling, they could still hear it.
Poor Happy was desperately clinging onto Natsus back with his head burried underneath his vest, the latter growling as he gripped the ends of his scarf which used to cover his ears, "Man, how long has that stupid bell been rining for?!"
"Long enough to annoy the hell out of us that's for sure," Gray replied while constantly adjusting his ear muffs.
"If you want a more specific answer, Natsu," Macao began from the bar stool with his back facing them, turning around to reveal horrific looking bags underneath his eyes. "Since 5 o'clock in the morning…"
Both Natsu and Gray cringed at the sight of Macaos exhausted face. Apparently he had gone out to drink with a couple of his buddies late last night and planned to sleep in until 10 before waking up and heading over to the guild, but of course the bell had other plans and demanded him to wake up early. Now here he was running on fumes gripping a cup of coffee tightly, his left eye twitching with each toll ringing in the distance. He wasn't the only one who was rudely awakened. A handful of other members were shaken awake by the bell, including the women who stayed at Fairy Hills and Lucy who stayed in her apartment.
Now up to this point the bell was continuously tolling much to everyone's annoyance. Some members were already showing in their patience thinning and, much to everyone's surprise, Mirajane was beginning to lose her patience.
Yeah that's right...Mirajane! Losing her patience!
It may not look like it though because of the sweet smile on her face, but good grief the demonic aura she was pulsating with each toll shook everyone to the core. She was currently cleaning out one of cups that was previously filled with coffee, her grip on the handle so tight that her knuckles were white. It was obvious that she was showing restraint, but that restraint looked like it won't hold for any longer. No one even dared to approach her and ask because they knew very well that it was that damned bell that was making her feel like this.
The bell continued to toll…
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! DONG! DONG! DONG!
"GAAAH THAT'S IT!" Natsu screamed in frustration as he shattered one of the wooden tables with a flaming fist. He then stomped on over to the main doors that lead out of the guild with Happy holding onto him desperately.
"Woah! N-Natsu where are you going?!" he cried out as he flapped in the wind like a flag.
"I'm heading to Kardia to see what the hells going on! The bell never rings for this long!" Natsu growled.
"Flame brain has a point," Gray nodded in agreement. "I've never heard Kardias bells ringing for this long, so something must be going on there."
"'I don't think I've ever heard those bells ringing at all until now…' Lucy exasperatingly mumbles" Horologuim said speaking on her behalf.
Natsu kicked the doors of the guild wide open and stormed outside as he made a sprint directly to where Kardia Cathedral was, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. Macao stood up from his bar stool and cupped his hands around his mouth with a nervous look on his face, "Natsu, for everything that's holy please dont cause damage to the cathedral! It's a historic landmark!"
"Macao, he's not gonna listen," Cana sighed shaking her head with a cup of wine in hand.
"Yep, and knowing him he'll most likely punch the bells off the tower...or worse," Wakaba said causing Macao to blanch.
"Masters gonna kill us…" he lowered his head in defeat and deflated his shoulders.
"Lucky for us he's at a meeting with the other guild masters, and on top of that Erza is still out on her mission," Wakaba approached Macao and wrapped an arm around his shoulders releasing a chuckle. "So just-"
WHAM!
Wakaba was cut off with the doors of the guild suddenly bursting open again. Some people expected it to be Natsu already back, but instead it was Loke who had a frantic look on his face.
"I got bad news!" he yelled out grabbing the rest of the guild members attention. "It's Erza...she's back!"
The moment he mentioned Erza coming back everyone screamed out in fear with terrified looks on their faces, with the exception of two close friends. Macao slowly turned to Wakaba with a glare while the latter looked visibly blanched with his mouth slightly open, his pipe hanging in between his lips.
"Calm down…"
Kardia Cathedral
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
Natsu stood before the main wooden doors of Kardia Cathedral with his arms crossed, a scowl clearly present across his lips. The ringing sounded so much worse up close and it didn't show any signs of slowing down any time soon. He looked up and narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the bell that was ringing at the center of the cathedral, surprised to see that the rope that was supposed to be pulling the bell wasn't present.
What the hell...how was that possible? Surely the rope has to be hidden somewhere on the bell, right? That or it was some stupid guy using magic to annoy the entire town! What was he trying to accomplish by ringing that bell nonstop? Because whatever his goal was he was sure as hell achieving something, and that something was a flaming fist to the face!
"You ready to crash to crash this guys party?" Natsu asked his partner with a determined grin, bringing his arms up and cracking his knuckles.
Happy rubbed his ears some more and nodded, "Aye, he's going to pay for messing with my hearing."
"Then let's get started!" Natsu lifted his leg and harshly kicked the doors of the Cathedral wide open, soon storming inside with flames coating his fists. "HEY PAL, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-huh?"
Indeed there was someone inside the guild, but it wasn't the person he was expecting. Down at the end of the Cathedral lying on the stairs leading to the altar was a figure coated in black. Natsu could make out the figure as being a person due to having leather boots on its feet and worn gloves. However, those two details weren't enough to satisfy Natsu's growing curiosity. Happy was walking towards him from behind, suddenly stopping when the Dragon Slayer held up a hand behind him.
"Wait here," Natsu commanded, now making a slow walk towards the figure.
Happy gave him a confused look before peaking to the side, looking down the wide isle and widening his eyes to see the figure Natsu was walking towards. Immediately he felt a dreadful aura radiating off of the figure the moment he laid his eyes on it, and the more he watched Natsu inch closer the more that aura would grow. Happy could also sense something else radiating off of the figure, it was...foreign...twisted. He felt the alarms in his head ring louder than the bell, feeling a bead of sweat dampening his fur on the side of his head.
"Natsu, please be careful! I don't like the vibe radiating off of it!" Happy warned with a nervous look on his face.
Natsu didn't reply to his warning, his eyes locked onto the unconscious person as he heard the echo if the bell ringing above his footsteps. Upon getting closer he could see that this person was a male. He had two leather strapped that were cross over one another above his black garb, the strap to the left holding small empty vials. There was also a cape looking cloak that was attached to his waist, the leather divided into two to cover his pants which were tucked into his boots. Finally, he had a small cape draped over shoulders and on his head there was a tricorn cap draped over his eyes, the two ends clearly worn and tattered.
"Nice clothing…" he muttered now standing right in front of the unconscious figure.
Carefully he placed a hand on his knee and lowered himself, trying to look underneath the cap to catch the persons face. Natsu frowned when he saw the lower end of his face covered by a cloth and the cap just pulled over his eyes. Man, whoever this was really wanted to keep his identity a secret from people, but it won't be kept a secret from him. Slowly he reached a hand out to remove the cap from his head, the bells behind him drowning out as his heart began to thump against his chest in anticipation.
Back at the doors Happy was practically sweating bullets while he bit his claws in a comedic way. His own heart was practically beating out of his chest when he saw Natsu reaching out for the man's cap.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong….
The bells...they finally stopped ringing! Happy could hear the final toll echoing across the Cathedral, the air around him suddenly going still. Then he felt it...a flare of magic...and it was radiating off of the guy Natsu was reaching for! He opened his mouth and was about to scream his name, but the doors behind him suddenly flew open. A large shadow was cast over him, now feeling an all too familiar menacing glare that was probably burning through the back of Natsu's head.
"NATSU!"
The Dragon Slayer yelped in surprise and quickly snapped his head behind him, widening his eyes to see an armored redhead glaring daggers right through his eyes, "E-Erza?!"
Before he even had time to react a gloved hand suddenly shot out from the masked man's side grabbing Natsu's wrist tightly and yanking him close. Natsu yelled as he was suddenly yanked towards the masked man, quickly looking back over to meet a pair of gray slightly glaring at him. He felt a chill crawl down his spine when he looked into the man's eyes, seeing something unsettling beneath the glint they gave off.
"Hands...off."
A/N: And that's that! If any of you were wondering The Hunter is wearing the Yharnam Hunter set with the Hunter Cap. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you again soon!