The hunter heard it... heard someone calling out for him begging for assistance. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt his body being whisk away.
The hunter had opened his eyes to see the ground beneath his feet to be an endless black. In the distance appeared to be a city, much like yharnam, but the hunter knew it wasn't.
....
Celestia worked in many ways, she was... a powerless god in reality, but she could only interact things in the metaphysical realms.
That's how she was able to find him. The good hunter. She might have poached him from his previous hunt, but she would return him when the time came.
Bound by that petty moon creature, he would get his immortality, but if it was her choice, it wouldn't be so crude.
Dying only to reawaken just to fight again. How cruel, she would have provided... nothing actually. The hunter simply didn't need help, or simply didn't care.
...
The hunter glanced at the woman he passed and noticed the unease and fear as they stared at him he noticed it wasn't his hunters gear, it was him.
The hunter slipped into an alley and through it he had disappeared, but he felt a presence watching him, as if observing him.
So the hunter went to the first place he knew to get information. The church. The rafters in the church provided hiding for the good hunter allowing him to pick up on easy prayers.
The only thing he could make of the prayers was that there will be an army pulling up any day to this city.
From the descriptions alone, the hunter knew they were beasts. Nasty horrible beast.
Yes, now he could see why he was here. It was obvious really. He had some prey, and he had never lost his prey.
...
Olga knew someone was within her kingdom. Even tracing said person with magic was proving too complex for her.
Tracing spells would lead her in circles, and each time she felt like she got a lead, it would turn up empty.
The spy wasn't even a spy to begin with. At first she thought he was a scout from the mercenaries, but no. Just a single man who was clever.
Olga didn't have time to worry about a single person, since the rest of her kingdom was about to be overrun.
And as if confirming her fears the sounds of shouting could be heard in the distance confirming that they arrived at her city.
Now her fate would lay solely on her. The fate of her people.
...
"We've already won," outside the gate stood an army of orcs, goblins, humans, even trolls.
At the gate a woman stood against such an undefeatable army. Even if they killed a couple, they would overwhelm the knights, leading in defeat.
*bang*
The sound was like thunder to these primates as suddenly the once strong commander slumped on his horse with a bullet hole through his skull.
Eyes turned to find the source, and mass panic began happening in the army, then molotovs were erupting after a short delay, causing massive fire.
And then the hunter made his move. Swift, and ruthless.
"Over there," one of the knights pointed, and all they saw was a hunter that thrived in chaos.
With a single call from beyond the entire landscape shifted, completely altering the landscape.
But the hunter had more tricks up his sleeves than a mere exploding star.
*screech*
A loud whistle shattered the eardrums of those nearby, and nobody saw a thing... but entire groups disappeared, as if some giant wolf had swallowed them whole.
How little did they know that if they had just waited until morning their plan would be successful, but no. They decided to attack at midnight, when he was the strongest.
In the night, where HE grew stronger. Which he found odd, since yharnam was always night time now that he thought about it with a clear head.
The army that would have taken over the world, all laid dead. Not even a single twitch could be seen. Just piles of bodies, and liters of blood.
But because of said army falling, treaties would be formed, and peace was established by Olga. Her crimes against humanity weren't erased by any means.
She returned all the prisoners to Celestia's people, finally freeing them from slavery. A huge celebration was held for the nameless... her- no... he wasn't a hero.
He was a hunter. A hunter of hunters.
...
"So begins another hunt?" Gehrman asked the boy only to receive the usual silence as he stared at the hunter as he fixed his new weapon he received as a reward from Celestia.
Though a snort could be heard as the hunter who was reflecting on his last hunt. With a flick of his hand the weapon bent to his will turning into his trusty saw cleaver.
The weapon Celestia had given him was better than the scrap he used to craft his saw cleaver, made out of a metal he couldn't recognize, but knew instinctively that it was sharp... just what he needed.
Now... Now it was time for the final hunt... so this nightmare could be over with.
(End of chapter)