Bloodfiends are not only vile, they're also very persistent. So~ we should make sure we have everything ready to take them on, right?
HP | 73,0 + (2,51*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Bloodfiends are not only vile, they're also very persistent. So~ we should make sure we have everything ready to take them on, right? |
Morning Greeting | Hm? Is it sunrise already? Seems like the hunt is coming to a close. |
Afternoon Greeting | Yaaawn... I think I'll try to sleep a little. All the Bloodfiends have crawled into their holes, hiding. I don't need to worry much about ambushes at this hour. |
Evening Greeting | Watch yourself at night. When people aren't looking... That's when Bloodfiends crawl out of their dens in search of our blood. |
Chatter #1 | Not all Bloodfiend Hunters know each other well. But did you know that we can immediately tell whenever we're out on a job? There's that... unique flavor of leaden wrath and hatred that is found only in Bloodfiend Hunters. |
Chatter #2 | I decided to send the Bloodfiend we captured last time to my home. The elders back home will love it! I'm sure they'll have many things to ask that Bloodfiend, given the long lifespans of its kind. |
Chatter #3 | Bloodfiends are like wild animals. Sometimes they'll approach you in a friendly manner, sometimes they'll even do something kind. But... ... assume they're full when they're like that. A hungry Bloodfiend will never be that kind toward humans. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Bloodfiends snatch people away from their own families and contort their brains to turn them into one of their own. Will your real family no longer be your own after you get turned? What even is a real family, I wonder? |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Some people consider Bloodfiends humans. Otherwise, why won't the Head go after them, right? Well, that's their criteria. In our eyes, Bloodfiends aren't humans. They are just vermin we have to exterminate. |
Idle | Would you like a cup of water? |
Uptying | Ha ha... How does it feel, getting hunted down by your prey? |
Deployment | Are Bloodfiends... making a fuss again? |
Stage Entry | Don't bother coming along if you don't have what it takes. You'll only step on my foot~ |
Viewed in Battle | I should wipe that blood off my weapon. |
Commencing Attack | Let's hunt. |
Enemy Stagger | Does it hurt? |
Staggered | Agh... |
Enemy Killed | Hahaha! |
Death | I'll take... one more of you with me... |
Check Passed | This'll be helpful for the hunt! |
Check Failed | Oops... my bad. |
Victory Cry | A few of them gave us the slip, but we won in the end. They must be cowering in fear by now. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | I think this area's been cleansed of Bloodfiends. Then... shall we head to our next hunting ground? |
Defeat Wail | Ha ha... we lost, huh? For all that big talk I did... it's a bit embarrassing. But next time, I'll... |
How to Hunt Cheerfully
If the target is a
On Skill Use, if this unit has <<((Laceration))Bleed>>, inflict 3 <<((Burst))Rupture>> On Hit (once per turn)
Bloodfiend Hunting Manual - Styptics
SHAMROCK x 5
Combat Start: 1 ally with the highest sum of <<((Laceration))Bleed>> Potency and Count loses 2 <<((Laceration))Bleed>> Count
When 1 ally with the fastest Speed hits an enemy with <<((Burst))Rupture>>, inflict 1 <<((DefenseDown))Defense Level Down>> (2 times per turn)
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A Cheerful Hunt's End
A Cheerful Hunt's End
Hello! Anyone home?
Hmm~ I heard on good authority that this was your hideout... So I wonder why you're ignoring me?
The child strode confidently through the dilapidated, run-down hallway of an old building.
He comes to a sudden stop in front of a small door at the metallic stench of blood.
The child raises his hand, soft and clean, unlike his outfit and the brutish manner in which he carried himself. He gently places it on the doorhandle.
Excuse me, may I enter?
His voice is bright and upbeat.
... But between every knock, his voice drips with murderous intent so intense that it couldn't be masked.
Perhaps whoever was in hiding could sense it, too.
…….
A barely-noticeable sound of breathing seeped past the doorframe.
Barely noticeable.
But that hint of profound terror carried by that slightest exhale... brought a grin to the child's lips. He simply could not help it.
Aha! Are we playing hide-and-seek? Pretending to be... unavailable?
Ha ha! I can hear your breathing, you know~ If you won't open up, then...
Still, there was no reply. But this silence seemed to have only emboldened the child.
He slowly and casually lifts his leg, then...
... kicked the door down.
... you leave me no choice but to let myself in!
Agh!
The door splinters open, and...
... the Bloodfiend, who'd been hiding and listening from behind the door, gets flung across the room.
The child smiles cheerfully at the Bloodfiend on the ground.
Aww. Why didn't you just open up when I asked you nicely? You gave me no option, you know.
It's not like we'll turn a blind eye and walk away just because you're holed up in here like a dirty little rat~
How... did you find this place...?
I'm impressed by the bond between you and your Family. They knew the addresses of every single one of their relatives, including yours...
The child lightly tapped a photograph framed on a wall with his hammer and took a slow look around the room.
There was a whole mound of letters on the table, while framed group photos with other Bloodfiends were placed about the room.
The Bloodfiend realized that something must've happened to his Family.
Something... awful. If they were forced to spill even his location, then...
W-wait! There's— There's been a misunderstanding. Can we talk first? Without waving that hammer in my face...?
A... misunderstanding?
Yeah! A misunderstanding! I've never... I've never hurt a human before!
I always kept to myself, drinking blood only from humans who were already dead!
The Bloodfiend wasn't lying.
Bloodfiends hiding out in this area were yet to hurt a human.
They've been stalking the Backstreets, subsisting on stale blood from corpses.
An inexperienced Fixer on their first Bloodfiend hunt might hesitate upon hearing this, but...
... it didn't matter to this child, who's been in the business for a while.
Ah~ Yep, I remember! That's exactly what your Family told me.
M-my Children would never spill the beans on me... Unless you— What have you done to my Family...?
They had the audacity to bite a human. How... uncivilized, hm? So, I employed a little ice-breaking trick grandfather taught me.
And it worked! It really was a chatterbox; it started sharing all kinds of fun stories with me.
Broke the ice...? Y-you just tortured my Family!
Oh, don't be overdramatic. I don't think it was *that* bad. At least, not enough to be called 'torture'.
Why... why are you doing this to us?! We've never even made a Bloodbag! Not one!
We just wanted to live! We just wanted to live a life like anyone else! Why are you doing this?!
What? Oh, that's...
The child started, then stopped himself with a scoff.
Maybe he thought whatever he said wouldn't matter.
So, the child's answer to the Bloodfiend's cries was far from logical... almost flippant.
Because you're a Bloodfiend. What other reason do I need?
What... what the hell...
Oops...! We've wasted enough time. Shall we begin? I hope to hear...
... many, many stories from you tonight, too.
Stories about your family.
The child produced a silver bottle and swished it in front of the Bloodfiend.
Then...
Ahh-aghhhhhhh! Go away! Get that thing away from me!
What's so scary about this little vial of water? Ha ha.
A drop of water falls through a small crack in the vial.
As soon as the drop lands on his skin, the Bloodfiend begins to convulse, an inhuman scream escaping his mouth.
The child continued to swish the vial in front of the Bloodfiend, until...
... he grew so exhausted that he couldn't even scream anymore. Then, the child picked up the hammer.
That sure was scary, huh? Don't worry. I'll help you forget this horror soon enough.
As the Bloodfiend shuddered helplessly from the sheer horror engraved in his instincts, the child suddenly raised the hammer and brought it down upon his leg.
Gahhh!
Wow~ You can regenerate from a crushed leg? Your kind sure are persistent~
He continued to pummel the Bloodfiend's legs with the hammer until they were nothing more than shards of bone amidst a sludge of meat. So that he may never pursue a human again... so that he may never flee from hunters such as himself again.
Just...
Then, the child crushed his arms so that he may never grab a human.
How...
Then, he held the Bloodfiend's jaws open and pulled his teeth out one by one, so that he may never bite a human.
Much blood have you drunk...
To keep regenerating like this?
What followed was a brutal, one-sided beatdown.
You're holding out for longer than I expected.
But struggling won't change anything.
Why... but... why... are you so... cruel...
I... never attack... a human... I live just like... humans do... a normal life...
The child shook his head in exasperation, watching the Bloodfiend trying to speak through his mangled gums and lips.
What? Ha... haha. Wait, you're serious?
You are a monster. A beast, filled with nothing but yearning for blood. You can act like a human, but your nature... doesn't change.
Sure, a few corpses might fill you up for now. But sooner or later, you won't be able to stand that yearning. Besides... you have other sins to answer for, don't you?
What... sins...? I just... I just want to live a quiet life... with my Family...
Whoa, would you look at the time! Let's wrap this up, okay?
With that, the child raised the hammer over his head, and slammed it onto the Bloodfiend's head.
Then again. And again. And again, until he could no longer regenerate. Until the sun began to rise over the horizon.
Only when even the Bloodfiend's fingers stopped twitching did the child rise from his position with a hollow smile.
Family, huh...
Ha ha... that's a good one. I'm sure it mentioned the Family only because it didn't know who contracted me for this job, but... that's really funny.
The child unfolded a tiny piece of paper, dipped his fingers in the pool of blood that filled the room, and drew a red circle.
On the paper was a heartfelt request. A contract on the life of a Bloodfiend that turned one of their family into a Kindred before fleeing.
Will your real family no longer be your own after you get turned into a Kindred?
I suppose that's why he protested his innocence to the end, but...
The child produced several other pieces of paper, all yet to be circled, and read them.
He found one of them that seemed particularly relevant to what the Bloodfiend said and unfolded it.
... Bloodfiends are, at the end of the day, evil from the moment they are born. It's their nature.
The child quietly left the building, red sun rising behind him.
He may rest for a short while, but... it will be long before he finds true respite.
Beneath the surface of the City, Bloodfiends and their victims still skulked within...
And whether he wished to or not, the child had to behold so many more things about Bloodfiends in his shimmering eye before he would be able to return.