A world of blood and beasts

I sat on a jagged throne of forgotten gods, surrounded by the merry little band of horrors I had assembled over the course of my multiversal misadventures.

To my left, Redscar the World-Ender, a flaming warbeast who laughed through slaughter and wore suns as shoulder pads.

To my right, Quantum the Element Tyrant, whose every breath was a new law of physics, and who once invented a race of sentient clouds that declared war on moisture.

Floating in the background, glitching in and out of dimensions like a bad TV signal, was Coco the Dark, a being of pure anti-logic whose words were less speech and more migraine-inducing data vomit.

And then… There was Bob.

Just Bob.

He wore a hoodie.

He didn't do anything. He just showed up one day.

[Grey]: So... how should our little squad of nonsense have fun today?

[Redscar]: BLOOD CONQUEST! Mayhem! I want to paint a planet in arterial spray!

[Quantum]: Or we could craft a new species that survives by converting hope into fuel. That'd be neat.

[Coco]: #$#$##%^^$%%&$%^&%^&&^%$%$$%%^**

[Bob]: ...Why am I here again?

[Grey]: Because I needed someone normal for contrast. Besides, you bring snacks.

[Grey]: Let's do everything. War, science, cosmic crimes. Let's make this universe wish it stayed forgotten!

[Everyone]: [YAA/—#@—]

—And then it all went sideways.

A wormhole opened mid-toast and stabbed Redscar through the chest with a cosmic javelin, then snapped shut with his head still inside it.

Quantum vanished in a flash of reverse gravity—abducted by time-traveling rebels who screamed something about "temporal ethics" and "the soup incident."

Coco blinked once, and was suddenly surrounded by singing paladins wielding cleansing light and happy thoughts. She screamed backwards before imploding into a motivational poster.

And Bob—poor Bob—looked up and whispered: "Not again."

A giant worm burst out of the ground like a freight train, gulped him whole, and disappeared into a pop-up ad for dental insurance.

I sat there, alone, with the fragments of chaos still twitching around me.

[Grey]: Every time I make friends… something eats them.

She stood up, cracking her neck like thunder.

And smiled.

[Grey]: Alright then. Solo mode it is.

And somewhere in the multiverse, an entire pantheon started sweating.

[World ??? / City: Yharnam]

The portal spat me out like a bad memory—crackling static and starlight bleeding into cold cobblestone.

I hit the ground hard.

The first thing I noticed was the smell—burnt incense, dried blood, and something wet… like rotting dreams soaked in moonlight.

I stood up slowly, brushing off ash and phantom residue. Around me, crooked houses leaned like gossiping corpses. The sky was a perpetual dusk, drunk on its own gloom, and the moon… oh, that moon hung too low, too watchful. Like an eye that forgot how to blink.

[Grey]: Well… isn't this charming?

I took a few steps forward, my boots crunching over shattered glass and scattered bones. Lamps flickered behind barred windows. The occasional silhouette could be seen beyond the cracked wood—people, maybe—but they made no effort to welcome me.

In fact, the first door I knocked on was answered by a voice rasping with bile.

[Unknown Woman]: Yer not wanted here, outsider! Best ya run off back to whatever pit spat ya out!

[Grey]: Wow. Five stars on the hospitality.

Another door. Another voice.

[Man]: We're all cursed! Damned! There's no help! No savin' any of us!

[Grey]: Great. Just what I needed. A city full of moody poetry.

Something screeched in the distance—raw and feral. A hunter's cry? Or something worse?

I smiled.

[Grey]: This place feels like home already.

A shadow darted across the rooftop above me, limbs too long and eyes glowing like dying stars. I looked up.

[Grey]: Oh, a friend? Or just another future stain on the walls?

I summoned my axe—The Woundmaker—

[Grey]: Come on, Yharnam. Show me what you've got. Let's see if your nightmares can handle mine.

And then I went hunting.

The first beast lunged from the alley like a corpse reanimated by wrath alone. Its jaw dislocated with a wet snap, claws twitching from endless bloodlust. My axe met it mid-air—one swing, and there were two halves of it, painting the cobblestone in artful gore.

Another. Then another.

I danced through them like a song made of screams.

Through twisted streets, I left my trail: splintered limbs, crushed fangs, and laughter echoing louder than gunshots. A chorus of madness accompanied me as the sky shifted in unnatural hues above. The city seemed to watch and approve.

Then I found it.

A broken boutique with shattered windows, untouched by beast or flame. Inside, a mannequin still stood in cracked elegance, draped in gothic hunter attire—a black stitched coat with crimson lining, gloves laced with silver, a scarf that smelled faintly of old books and gunpowder.

[Grey]: Now that's fashion worthy of a slaughter.

I stepped out, fully dressed like a midnight queen of ruin—and that's when I found them.

Three Hunters, perched around a bonfire of burning beast flesh. One polished a saw-cleaver. Another cleaned his pistol. The third looked up at me with interest in his tired, bloodshot eyes.

[Hunter 1]: Another outsider, eh? Thought we were the last fools still standing.

[Hunter 2]: Did you carve up half the Cathedral Ward? Smelled you coming.

[Grey]: Only half? Guess I'm slippin'.

They stood, weapons half-drawn. A tense moment crackled like lightning over a powder keg.

Then… we laughed.

All of us.

Bloodstained warriors chuckling like old friends at a tavern, sharing scars and stupid stories.

[Hunter 3]: You're mad, girl. Proper mad.

[Grey]: You say that like it's an insult.

We drank old bloodwine from cracked vials, swapping tales of kills and narrow escapes. When the moon shifted and howled above, the tallest among them leaned in.

[Hunter 1]: Big game tonight. Something's stirring in the Lower Depths. Something… old.

[Hunter 2]: We're going after it. You in?

I looked at them—blood-soaked, grinning, as broken as I was—and smiled.

[Grey]: Hell yes. Let's see who bleeds more.

And so, under the eye of the accursed moon, we rose. Hunters and monsters both.

The hunt continued.

[Chapter end]

[Hello guys, good news, I'm getting better, also because the vote got a tie on [Bloodborne] and [Danmachi] decided to make chapters on both worlds, starting with Bloodborne]