"I am not Tartarus or some fanatic. I am not Truth. I am not Regret. I am their remedy."
—Atriox, Halo: Tales from Slipspace
It was always the most reprehensible that asked for mercy before their deaths. The ones that truly believed in their cause, the zealots, never retreated from their values. They never doubted themselves as they pursued a great cause with the vilest methods. That was how the Healing Church of Yharnam fell, they sought the Eldritch Truth for power. In doing so they damned themselves by disregarding the consequences.
Here, in Eostia, the Good Hunter did not deal with madmen obsessed with wisdom, or the remnants of something proud, a rotting facade of what was once a glorious institution that used the Blood of otherworldly beings to heal any ailment. He was not dealing with horrific beasts who were once noble Hunters of the Church, who went and spread the good word with fire and sword.
No. He dealt with petty criminals, the rapists, the slavers, the thieves and the conniving schemers that sought their ascension above the concerns of all others. Who took advantage of the meek, the lowly, and the fearful. Few spat in defiance of their fate. Many begged for mercy that they never showed their victims. It was not given. The Good Hunter made certain that those who survived his wrath would rue the day they chose to cross him.
Here, in Eostia, the Good Hunter did not deal with madmen obsessed with wisdom, or the remnants of something proud, a rotting facade of what was once a glorious institution that used the Blood of otherworldly beings to heal any ailment. He was not dealing with horrific beasts who were once noble Hunters of the Church, who went and spread the good word with fire and sword.
No. He dealt with petty criminals, the rapists, the slavers, the thieves and the conniving schemers that sought their ascension above the concerns of all others. Who took advantage of the meek, the lowly, and the fearful. Few spat in defiance of their fate. Many begged for mercy that they never showed their victims. It was not given. The Good Hunter made certain that those who survived his wrath would rue the day they chose to cross him.
