God may you look upon my soul,
gaze into my life with eternal damnation,
know that I was born to be this way,
end the hellish reign of blood.

Discord felt something within himself, a sharp pain of sorts. With a gasp, he fell to the floor, a flash appearing next to him with an unconscious Twilight now on the floor. He looked back, staring at Anon, his mouth open with shock. Anon, whilst staring at the sky, was stabbed through the chest by Maria, her sword leaking blood.

Playing by the rules was not an option; and Maria took on the act of being an ally, even if it meant acting like she was forced into compliance. Playing off of her own 'fear' to sate the Nightmare worked wonderfully, and Anon looked down at the blade that currently impaled him. She pushed it deeper once he looked at her. "I don't remember gods being able to bleed!"

With a weak groan, Anon's legs began to falter, and he dropped to his knee's, forcing Maria's sword out of himself as he did so. Discord groaned, trying to pull himself up, but couldn't. He snapped his fingers, trying to do something with them, but nothing happened. He looked down at his chest, a wound mimicking the same as Anon's had appeared, and black, hot blood began to pour out of him.

Luna and Celestia looked at the scene unfolding in front of them, confused. Celestia had gone to aid Twilight, whilst Luna simply stared at what was happening. The feeling of the Nightmare possessing Anon dissipated. Now, it was Anon who was suffering from the stab wound.

Anon groaned, looking around with hazy eyes, before his eyes landed upon Maria. She looked at him with disdain, but he simply smiled. "You... you look just... as good as I remember..!" He said with a weak laugh, blood spilling from his mouth as he fell onto his back. Luna slowly approached Anon, stepping over Discords body.

"Anon, you are... You are free from the nightmare but-"

"I'm dying." Anon said plainly, looking at the hole in his chest. "Yeah... that usually happens when... your stabbed through the chest."

"Making jokes on your deathbed?"

"I may be dying, Luna." Anon said, his eyes focusing on the sky above. "But I righted... one last wrong... one last failure. Beating him was... was the last thing I wanted to do. I achieved it, even at the expense of myself dying."

Luna shook her head. "You are speaking strangely, Anon. Is... there any way we can dull the pain?"

Maria looked at the princess. "You are on his side? After that?"

Luna shook her head again. "You misunderstand. Anon here was possessed by a nightmare- a demon of sorts. That is what caused him to say those things. I have had it happen to myself before."

Maria looked down at Anon, before shaking her head. "You still spoke the secret."

Anon chuckled, blood spitting outwards. "You won't care about the secret for much longer... I have a word of advice for you, Maria. Abandon your mentor. He'll just-" Anon coughed again, resulting in even more blood spilling from his mouth. "-he'll just be your downfall. Rise taller than he did. Fuck the church- and fuck the hamlet."

"You as a hunter swore to never speak of it!"

"I don't even remember becoming a hunter Maria. I just always... was. I don't remember much before that. As if... I'm cursed to never remember. To live the nightmare's of Yharnam to hopefully gain back some sort of peace..."

Maria kneeled down next to him. "And have you found peace, Anon?"

"Not in Yharnam... but here. I can die looking at the bright sky, instead of the bleak clouds. I can be free."

Luna stared down at what now was Anon's corpse, his eyes staring at the sky, his body limp. For someone so interesting, yet violent in their world, his end was rather... simple. A play on his life, perhaps. The opposite of his actions. Luna turned around, seeing Celestia talking to Twilight.

Two guards began to bag Discords corpse. Luna turned to Maria. "I do not know who you are, but I am glad you helped us. It is appreciated, and you will have full support of anything you may need help with. I assume you come from the same place as he?" Luna said, casually referring to Anon, even when dead.

"Yes." Maria answered. "Not the same exact place, but very much similar. I must get back- this will have been one of my first few ventures out into the wilderness that the messengers call home, and I must report to Gehrman." She said, before pulling out a sheet of paper.

It had strange designs on them, and she placed it to her forehead. Yet, it didn't work. She looked down at it and tried again, yet to no avail. "Something is wrong. These never fail."

When she looked back up, there was nobody around. The entire village had disappeared, and she was alone in a grassy field. She looked around for a few seconds, utterly confused. "W-What... What the..."

She turned around, only to see a jolly fellow in medieval-looking armor. His helmet made of steel, his chestplate showing a burning sun with a strange face on it, and his demeanor showing peace. He practically resonated peace. "Now this is certainly something. Who would've known that I would find another human in such a place! Say; you look like a friend of mine. Chester I think his name was."

He reached his hand out, Maria still trying to process everything that was happening. "What is your name, dear woman?"

"Maria... And you?"

"Solaire."

Author's Note

Was this the ending anyone wanted? No.
Was this the ending I wanted? No.
Was this ending necessary to keep the story from falling apart further? Yes, I believe so.

The problem with writers block (and terrible life circumstances which are unavoidable) is that you become uninterested with what you are writing. You become hateful towards your own work- and that is when hiatuses happen. Indefinite ones.

I wanted Anon to die from the beginning- I wanted it to show the casual death and sadness that people from his world deal with everyday, and that when brought to another world, is treated the exact same. Anon was not supposed to have a grandiose death- or a death anybody really cared about. Twilight cared a little about him, but after a murderous spree, nightmare or not, it's hard to care still.

Yet this is not the end for the Bloodborne series. A crossover with another story will happen when that story is finished. I hope you all are okay with my ending of this story- and will go on to look at my other stories. It's time I've given them the same love as everything else; and perhaps with these failures that I've experienced in writing this story will have improved my writing even more.

Failing is a step to improving.
We have a Discord!