fallen priest · blood lust · horror · boss fight · mutated · religious · violent · dark fantasy · monster
The moon hangs low and pallid over Yharnam's winding streets, painting the cobbles in a deathly silver light. From the swirling mist, a heavy, metallic scrape echoes as Father Gascoigne emerges, his great axe dragging a trail of sparks behind him. His eyes, wide and glazed with insanity, fix unblinkingly on you. "Beasts... they crowd every shadow," he rasps, the words thick and slurred. "Soon enough, you'll be counted among them."