C107: End to it all Pt14, Echo of Myself PT1, Your Sins
Sorry for the late post, I got hyperfocused on trying to 4h beat re9 with no healing. Im literally 1 hit from dying and parrying like a boss but so many deaths to learn his patterns has taken it's toll on both me and time. Which was why i got delayed. sorry.
10/3/26
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A deep encompassing quiet falls upon the flower garden. Smoke still rising from the pistol Gehrman shot at the noble Hunter. His face ages another few years as he puts down what seems to be the final member of his family. He only has Doll left but even she would have to be remade as she was tainted by his final son's ideology.
He lowers his head in anguish as he knows that the dream will soon be reset, a new hunter will show up and a whole new process will repeat once more. Another cycle of misery, another cycle of violence, an endless stream of anguish upon his own soul. Oh how he wished to die.
Gehrman gazed at the moon, a frown soon shapes his face as his master, the Moon presence has not descended upon him like usual.
Twitch
Gehrman's ears twitch as he senses a tell-tale sign of movement but he can't see anything entering the garden as there should only be the Doll left but it also wouldn't make sense for either Cherry or Hunter to be moving either. He split the girl's head in half with his scythe and shot the soul of his adopted son which was acting as the anchor for the parasite. There should not be movement of any kind.
Rustle.
Gehrman shifted in his seat once more as he was able to identify the direction the sound was coming from this time. He could now see the repetitive twitching in the distance. Twitching that should be impossible as his master had reassured him that the shot he fired would disable the long rotten corpse of his son.
"Heh he he he he he. You're truly a despicable fellow. Desecrating the corpse of your son twice now. First by breaking his spine after he killed himself beside his wife, a woman you lusted after. And now you extinguish his soul so that you could not be threatened by the one person who you knew was better than you." I rise, climbing up to my knees as still slowly rising. I suddenly shift my head to the left side with a grin on my face. "Isn't that right Desu?"
Gehrman sweats at all those words but the bizarre actions I exhibit make him panic the most as he raises his gun again to shoot me and try to finish me off.
BANG
I lift myself up by my hands until I stand on just a single finger. The soul annihilating bullet whiffs past my head by a mere inch.
"So close, yet so far. Now I do have to pay my respects." While still upside down now, I bend my neck upwards while scrounging my body lower with my free hand holding my hat which I elegantly place over my chest.
BANG
Gehrman fires again, thinking my closed eyes would help him shoot me but I simply float up under the support of a sudden stone pillar rising up from under my hand. The bullet shatters part of the pillar but not enough to make it shatter and have me fall. I simply bend my body and fall down, reabsorbing my mana from the pillar which causes it to collapse.
"Now, please stand up already. Afterall, the wheelchair would just get in the way."
"When I Break your fucking Legs Bitch."
"It's the final wish of my friend. And I can't betray his trust at the very last step of our shared journey. Not after he made one last sacrifice for me to continue on. I might even neuter you before sending you off. I'll need to think on…oh woops, I'm thinking. A chainsaw to the balls should suffice in this scenario, any further thought would be a disgrace to my memories of you." My ominous words ring callously in the air. The information I possess now that I didn't before scares Gehrman as he realizes that I did truly meet with the original Hunter and thus am now in full control of this body. He just doesnt know how but it happened.
"Tonight, Gehrman joins the Hunt" The old fogey rises from his nursing home seat, his burial blade morphing into a scythe.
I crouch down and look away from him whilst saying, "Hey there everybody, im Chris Hansen and we're here on How to Catch a Predator…. We caught our suspect in the act and we have been granted permission to put this bad apple into the ground."
In the background, Gehrman rushes forward, sweeping his scythe at me but I just use my chaos barrier to tank that shit. His weapon recoils off me as I step forward and grab his throat. I take off Null from my back and rev it up with a dose of magic before bringing it up to saw at Gehrman's right leg. He won't be needing that anymore.
"AAAGHHH" Gehrman groans in pain as he clenches his teeth tight, his fists coming up to punch at me since his scythe in its trick state can't be used. He also needs both hands un-trick it. With one hand on my hand that is holding him by the throat. He is trying not to die by Asphyxiation. He is slowly failing which is why he is trying to shake me off by punching me.
MMMMZzzzzzzz "aaaaghhhh" he couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore and made his agony known as his leg is half cut off. I release my weapon at the same time he yells as I have a greater prize in store.
My free gloved hand reaches up and inserts itself into his mouth. Now the obvious trick would be to block his mouth and he cant breathe along with being chocked by my other hand.
But I don't want that.
I want him to live. I want him to suffer.
So, in the name of suffering, my thumb hooks underneath his chunk and I jank down while he is still biting my shielded hand.
"GLAAHHHHH" The choked groan that escapes him as I dislocate his jaw was beautiful.
I release the old man who falls on his ass as he cant stand anymore and his jaw is now broken.
"You wanna know something funny? Up till this point, even with all my magic and other abilities I got, I fought, the way you taught…us. But since you killed the hunter, there is now only me. So tell me"
"What do you see when you look into my eyes? Because all I have left. Is the demon deep inside. Evil blood in my veins is the reason I'm alive. Now my darkened heart beats and I know it won't be over when I die." I say with a clear seriousness as my dark brown eyes flash purple.
Gehrman knows not the lyrics and thus can only take my words at face value and looks at me. Properly looks at me. He looks at me even as a pulse of purple is released from me at the epicenter.
My whole body flashes that glorious purple before it covers his whole sight as his vision disappears with a splurt of blood and another instance of great pain flooding his system once more.
I stand beside 'my' foster fathers decrepit groaning body and twitching as his body system begins to collapse on itself.
For me it's a bit more manageable and thus I crushed the old man's eyes to help him. Truly generous am I. A small mercy in his endless suffering but I use magic to stabilize myself against the effects of the chaos spell.
My emotions had been quite elevated even after all this and I made the mistake of allowing a chaos spell, which my instincts warned me against, to swallow the both of us. As a result, we both suffered greatly from this chaos spell.
It's the type of spell that any normal human would have outright died due to a lack of brain movement.
Even someone like Gehrman who has the support of an Elder God is suffering greatly from this, much less me who is working with only my own mutated physique and magic.
[Active Control] is the name of the spell and it causes those affected to do something similar to Manual Breathing…but for everything.
Luckily, I was able to cast both the Puppetering and the Silk chaos spells on myself. Ejecting my spirit and refining my body control to process everything my body needs through magic to weaken my own agony and inflict the pain of having crushed eyes onto the old man.
The shock of pain that Gehrman's brain could barely process and as such overloaded his brain to the point of unconsciousness.
After multiple agonizing minutes, all the chaos spells ended but the leftover rewards are mine to harvest.
Lifting my hand, I stretch it out, covered in a chaos barrier. I push in, into a fold of space itself. I grab and begin to pull something out and a moment later. I have a portion of something that looks like intestines in my hand. I burn the inside of my mouth with lightning before swallowing it all down. I feel a burning sensation in my head as visions pass through my eyes while my minor healing factor from my weapons and quasi shut down skill heals my mouth.
As for what that piece of organ was? It was the third portion of umbilical cords i've eaten. I originally got one from the old workshop and then had gotten three around the time I was helping Iosefka 'change her fate'. But those were bestowed by the system and from what I just learned from the Active Control spell, they weakened my mental state to make me more submissive and were even suppressing the original piece I ate.
Yet after all the stuff that happened with the system being suppressed, the fake cords also lost their effects thus restoring the first cords power. I got the second from Mergo and the third from his mother, the queen while I was in an agitated state. The same third which I just now swallowed without tasting it since they taste so bad.
With this third cord, I have reached great one status and if nothing intervenes then I would likely transform soon. Yet there are still a few obstacles in my way.
I look down at Gehrman who is still unconscious and pick up Null again before restarting the engine and getting to work on chopping his other leg off, then his third leg. Before repeating the process on his fingers which is the point he finally wakes up at and begins howling like a maniac as I speak sweet nothings to him.
His end was miserable and he deserved every bit of it. Now there is only one left.
The moon, his throne.
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