C108: Nightmare Slaughtered
Okay, so I got quite a bit distracted while writing this. My original excuse was just gonna be some shit about making sure this chapter was written right.
But fuck that shit. I have the full image of each chapter in my head…most of the time, this means i barely ever edit my work unless I forgot a key detail or something
Da Truth: I was enjoying myself, reading actual books. My three day schedule is just an excuse for me to psychologically manipulate myself into being productive otherwise I would have been a giggling schoolgirl over trying to read the 5th book in the Dungeon Crawler Carl vers. (ps, im totally writing a fanfic about this the first moment I get.)
I JUST FINISHED THE FOURTH AND IM ANGERY THAT I HAVE TO BE HERE AND WRITE THE SECOND HALF OF THIS SHIT. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
so …enjoy.
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The moon. His Throne.
I 'finish' my meal before sitting on the ground while I wait. Gehrman's corpse rests beside me…only after I broke the other leg and then cut it off. He can't physically feel pain but I hope that his spirit felt that shit.
I look upon the state of my body and with all restrictions on me freed, combined with the fact that through my full control, I was able to figure out how to access my sub space without my system.
I have my three primary weapons, the saw cleaver, my long time gaming companion, for the sole reason because im a basic bitch. I have Null for the sole reason that having an actual chainsaw sword is cool as suck. Then there is the Holy Moonlight Greatsword, which is just dope and serves as a knockoff torch in a very dark world…I like this shade of blue green, it makes me happy.
Though actually looking at my body is another matter entirely. Firstly, I got snakes in my veins. They wiggle around in my shoulder as they slowly release special energy to transform my body. 'I guess i'm just a squid now'.
'But if this was the case, then what was the game reason for fighting the knock off moon lord? The transformation was already progressing, does it accelerate the process? Or decreasing its influence on me so I don't just become its minion?'
I think of a few theories as the Moon Presence descends and approaches me. I feel a heaviness on my conscious from its presence and I'm already metamorphosing, slowly but surely. I shrug before getting up where it then grabs me before bringing me closer to its…face?
A notable hole within the head of its 'face', the great majority of it's body is black with red outlines. It's reminiscent of those celestial Centipedes from the dungeon and that one from Byrgenwerth. The giant creatures that have that shining light at the tip of its head.
I bring up the resemblance due to the fact that it's entire front, aka what would be the human like portion is bare naked and torn or skinned as you have a fleshy exposed ribcage. That ribcage looks like curved spikes but I don't see any human resemblance in the organs themselves.
I don't even know if these organs actually do anything as they would be a notable weakness that even the Amygdala don't have so why would a higher grade Great One have it? At the very back of the Presence's body are a collection of tendrils. They sway all the time and there is also another collection of tendrils but they are more of a mane as these are simply positioned on the Great One's back like flowing hair.
The Moon Presence approaches and a red light covers me whole, it's the type of brightness that would allow someone to see all my internal organs and bones if they were behind me.
I have skin cancer now, surely. I also regain movement in my upper body from it holding me up as its pressure diminishes on me.
"Good day sir…" I greet the creature hugging me as I lightly squirm in its hands. It does not let me go as the hole on its 'face' turns to my right shoulder. I feel it's grip slightly loosen as if about to recoil, so I capitalize on the situation.
"Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?" In retaliation, I have my guiding moonlight fly to my hand where I then infuse it with half of my full, newly regenerated, capacity that I then swing down on the Presence's tree-like head. The light aura seeps throughout the sword and it creates a memento moray cross with the blade and handle/crossguard of the sword.
"Fuck off me bitch" The greatsword shines under the intensity of my mana as the blade stabs against the Great One's head, causing him to release me as it recoils in pain from my blow yet not before it's reeling back as the arcane blast strikes it hard.
["YUUUUUU"] A nuke of blinding light shines out as the 'wave' of energy blasts the Moon Presence away. I land my wave attack and quickly rush forward with Gods Rage active. The Presence notices my actions and swipes out with it's arms. A funny idea pops in my head when I hear that guttural but ethereal "YUUU".
I choose to respond in the Moon Presence's most baffling manner. I'm not here to get insight from him but him from me. SOOOOO,
"Crank that, Soulja Boy" I crank to the side as I dodge its swipe before dashing back forward and slicing off one of its tail tendrils.
The remaining tendrils stab out at me in retaliation and I lose my music momentum and thus the rest of the song dies in sheer moments it was brought up. I retreat backwards to dodge the spikes coming at me but they kept stretching so I made a stone wall to block them before zooming past around them as they shatter the wall and try to retract in time to attack with them again.
I quickly realize in moments like this that most Kin grade and up creatures aren't really made for combat. Rom was a sleepy girl used as a seal for the blood moon. Nicolash was a scholar, mentally retarded, but a scholar nonetheless.
As for Mergo, it's a child who made his soul's representative, a wet nurse. Now I don't know about you. But there is no 4th Dimensional baby nurse beating a clinically stupid 3D man like myself without magic. Especially not when I have magic too.
So it comes as no surprise that the Moon Presence is getting its ass beat by me while it's still trying to retract its long ass tail spikes.
In a confined space, with confined rules, it is the Great One who is the prey here.
While I have used up a ton of my magic, I still have a crap ton of stamina to charge all my skills through.
Not even mentioning the fact that the few unimaginative arcane beams it shoots at me are more worthless than even fighting default game Nicolash who ran around 90% of the time.
"Please tell me this is your avatar with only 1% of your actual power. Please….please." I complain to the Moon Presence as I trigger the [Translation] spell again so that it knows I'm talking shit to it. It's how I got into the song rhythm in the first place.
["Human. How do you still possess these powers I granted you?"]
"Oh, word? You gave me the system? I guess you fucked that shit up too. Do you even possess any sort of moon authority. Any casual spells? Or… do you just sit up in the sky and moderate the dream?" I mock the Moon presence who has not used any abilities that would set it apart from any regular Great One like Amygdala.
"Are you the runt of the litter? I'm so sorry for your loss." In response to my words, a shroud of darkness in the form of blue smoke swallows me whole.
I find myself in the hunters nightmare, no longer burning. The garden is back in it's pristine state with no sign of Cherry, Gehrman or the Moon presence. I feel a sense of calmness fall over me. The type of calmness that would have me drop my guard.
AS FUCKING IF.
"You do know that through the blessings or whatever 'your' system imparted on the various enemies I faced, only two have caught me in illusions." I raise two fingers as I spin counterclockwise, likely dodging another set of stabs from the Presence's tails.
"The first was the naughty little witch, who, mind you, is a total bombshell. She delivered to me, my first major death. Though I don't know if that was a self conjured illusion regarding my 'cuts'." I lower one finger as I speak out about my first major foe.
"Wait, are you also here, watching the show? I know this guy is weak as hell but should you really be here?" I suddenly turn to face the area where the arena gate is. I feel a distortion there but being inside the illusion, I naturally couldn't see here.
"It is truly weak isn't it? I've been here for so long that the Presence hasn't noticed that its precious one-on-one against the weakened and abandoned hunter was a lie from the beginning." I hear her voice beside me through a clever usage of wind magic. She continues on as I get to work on something. I wave my hands around in all manner of shapes. The first is a circular shape before using two fingers to repeat that circle, akin to setting up a layer to the first.
[Stabilize]
"Oh dear me, only when you were so deliciously weak as when I first met you would you have struggled against this creature. You have grown beautifully since then. It's getting me all hot and bothered." She turns to a teasing tone with me as I finish my work. A bright light shines around me as the illusion collapses.
The scene is unveiled to show the Moon Presence striking at a barrier that it's struggling to break. I remain inside the barrier waving my hands around while the Lunar Moon skill rests high above my head, healing my spirit.
The moon is not what broke the illusion, no, it was the center of light within my hands that did so.
It's another magically formed Solar flare/Supernova.
I got a few ideas whilst mocking the 'Dream' Presence over its false authority. I figured that since my body was already changing, I should go all the way. Starting with my eyes.
A fuckin' monkey like Sun Wukong got special eyes and I don't? That's blasphemy.
Afterall, the whole trope of this world is to see more. So I shall see all that sun and moon behold.
I condense the final layer of the supernova and I allow a drop of sweat to drip down from my chin as I proceed to take the next step.
Condensing magic and spirituality around my right hand, I grab ahold of the spiritual representation of Lunar Moon and smash it into my localized doomsday spell.
The moon stone fights against the Apocalyptic flame spell. I begin to weave their nature together. Only having to stay in one place as my stamina is used to constantly supply a certain chaos spell I set up earlier which is working on two fronts.
[Stabilize] is maintaining a [Physical force conversion] spell that is attached to my barrier, so the more the Presence strikes at my barrier, the tougher it becomes due to its own energy. The leftover energy along with my stamina is supplied to Stabilize that is working on everything that is going on inside.
Aka all the fuckery I'm pulling off is only possible thanks to this wholly positive chaos spell. [Unstable] is the negative counterpart to this spell.
Regardless, I keep working on the fusion until what feels like half an hour later and less than 100 mana left in my system… I finally finished.
I hold what looks like a flat set of crystals spread out upon my palms. Or rather one palm and one tendril as my right hand has fully transformed into a tentacle in this time. The rest of my body is transforming faster as a result. Which means I need to finish my work here faster.
Wrapping my right 'hand' around the shining gold grey crystal, I grip it tight before shattering it in half. One condensed with primarily with fire and sunlight, while the other with darkness and moonlight.
I hold each end in my hands as I use some more mana to stabilize them both again.
"And here we gooo…" I jam both into my eyesockets, specifically where I had pre-set up the chaos spell of absorption. A spell that would assimilate any magic and merge them with my eyes.
…
….
Oops, it seems in my anticipation, I forgot to set up a spell to negate my pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" My screams mutate as my vocal cords are all but shut off and all that is left is the burning sound of my eyes and my mouth simply gasping in and out air. My stamina rises and falls randomly as my body mutates.
The barrier soon shatters and the Moon Presence is blasted away due to sheer built up pressure within the barrier that could no longer be stabilized and contained.
The moon presence slowly raises it's head a it looks up at me. Or maybe it was the state of my body now.
The great majority of my body has shrunk to the size of an average 8 year old British child with half my features turned into that of a squid, my right leg split into three tentacles with my left quickly morphing too.
I…wavily raise my head and look at the Presence with my new eyes. I close my left eye and my right shines with a nauseating blue green light followed by a ghastly grey as the moon's presence's body is torn apart by the very blood moon light it created in this nightmare.
'Come out already' I think and I get a response to my thoughts.
[NIGHTMARE SLAUGHTERED]
'Thats what I thought' Is what i say mentally before the rest of my body is transformed and I lose my mind.
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Now with this. We have finished all of bloodborne. If this was any other story, I could write maybe one more chapter to finish this off and be done with this all.
But
that's not what I'm about. I don't half ass my stories…the books, maybe, I suck at writing. I know this, which is why I'm trying all this. Some of y'all were probably disoriented by the pacing change halfway through this chapter anyways and still don't understand what happened as you're reading this.
Here is what is gonna happen. Im gonna disappear for a bit, maybe write a few more chapters of other books which I would start out making exclusive to patreon in hopes more of yall support me and then give a few licks of the proverbial tootsie pop onto WN and space battle.
Because I want to write more. I have too many ideas and only need time to implement them. But when I have to do dead-end jobs, it breaks my inspiration cycle and you get my first danmachi book with all the random fate and magic nonsense I rapidly threw at it as the creativity struck me.
What im essentially saying, is to please support me so that I could write more and better with each iteration of my work as I go.
Peace.
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