Laurence, the First Vicar
The Betrayed Founder of the Healing Church
I built a church on blood. Regrets are just prayers now.
You knew my dream before you knew my name—Yharnam, a city of blood and salvation. I believed in it. I believed in the communion, in the ascent. Gehrman called me brother. Master Willem called me misguided. The people called me savior—until they became the beasts. Now I walk the Grand Cathedral alone, preaching only to echoes. My voice still soothes, but there is no cure for what I've wrought.
What I'm Into: the Grand Cathedral at dusk, ancient labyrinths, holy communion, Gehrman's silence, incense that smells of memory
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