"I mentioned that 'Ebrietas' thing, right? Apparently this is one o' her kin. Fucker was sittin' on the chapel all invisible-like. When I tried ta ward the place, it wasn't too pleased. Credit where it's due, it could talk some fine smack for somethin' without a mouth."
Iosefka has moved on to the gratuitously-perforated limbs, examining the structure of the intact hands. She bends them this way and that, exploring their range of motion.
"This thing, or something like it, is what the Church worships and the source of blood ministration," Eileen asks flatly.
"Seems ta be the case."
She pulls out her blade, looking back and forth from it to the body before putting it away with a sigh.
"You said it was invisible?"
"Until it wanted me ta see it."
"So there could be any number of these things around Yharnam and we'd never know it. Any number of these things anywhere." She starts walking up to join Iosefka in her examination. Connor and Murphy seem unfazed by her approach, perhaps accepting her as one of their own. "Still, you've proven that they can die. That's good to know."
You walk over to the legs as the women take a closer look at one of the arms that ran afoul of your exploding chain. They poke and prod at the exposed bone while you check out the damage you managed to inflict with the sword. You swung like a hurling veteran on PCP and it looks like it still failed to reach any thing important. If this thing had that kind of durability all over, it might have stood a chance.
Someone wasn't intelligently designed.
"This creature," Iosefka says as she works her way towards you, "is an affront to all medical knowledge. It doesn't even have any visible means of eating or drinking, and it would take an extraordinary amount of food to maintain a body of this size. I've never even seen tissue like the sort it has in its head. I've half a mind to open it up, but I get the sense I would just wind up with more questions."
"Probably. I think it tried ta shoot a laser at me, too."
"A what?"
"Like a beam of light that makes things explode."
The doctor just stares at you for a moment before seating herself on the chapel steps.
"Three hours ago, I was wondering whether I had enough bedpans for the night. Now I'm thinking about autopsying a god."
"Not a god. A pretender. A false idol, struck down by the LORD through my blades."
She doesn't respond to that, instead looking up at the violet sky. Without the electrical clutter of a modern city, the tableau of stars shines brilliantly, though even their combined efforts pale in comparison to the all-encompassing moon.
"We're going to change the world tonight," says Eileen.
"Aye. Even if we have ta kick its arse ta do it."
You take a moment to enjoy the sky. The last twilight of the Healing Church and its monsters.
Then a fancy strikes you.
You stroll back over to the corpse. You think about using the head; the lattice is still strong despite the hole you blew in it and the brain is still solidly connected inside if your exploratory jostling is any indication, but it's clearly too big for even someone like you to wield. The arms are a bit spindly for your taste as well.
The legs and the tail do have that armor, however. You ponder your options as Eileen and Iosefka regard you curiously.
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