“Seek the Old Blood. Let us pray… Let us wish… to partake in communion. Let us partake in communion… and feast upon the Old Blood…”
  A young woman whispered to herself as she climbed the steps up to the main corridor of the cathedral. Stone statues of the great Amygdala lined the stairwell to the cathedral, wielding spears which formed arches above the woman. This was the Great Cathedral of the holy Healing Church, administrators of blood, and saviors of Yharnam.
“Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood… but beware the frailty of men…”
As her bare foot struck the final step, she turned her eyes upward, away from her praying hands, to the interior of the grand cathedral. The whole of the stone room was tinted with orange hues… The sun was setting, and tonight would be an awful night. The hunters would be out, slaying their own kind, making the streets run red as the blood moon swung low.
“Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths…”
The young woman had always believed what Micolash and the Vicar had told her; that the healing blood would cure all ailments. It had no limitations, no curses, nothing terrible… it was a gift of the gods. Even when men began turning into beasts due to the blood, she believed them. It was just their frailty… it was just that the men couldn’t bear the awe-inspiring power of the Pthumerian gods…
“Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented."
  However, as her eyes fell away from the dusk-colored hallway of the cathedral, she saw the one man she would never have considered frail. The First Vicar Laurence, the mighty founder of the Healing Church, giver of the Old Blood, and the leader of the Hunters… How could he possibly be frail enough in mind to become a Cleric Beast?
  As she stepped further into the room, she saw Laurence, her mentor and dear friend, drinking the blood of men from the floor of the Grand Cathedral. She gulped nervously, and looked at her gold pendant, opening it to see the brilliant gem inside. As she shut it, she looked at the beast in front of her, feeling her anxieties fill her. She took in a deep breath, and wondered if Provost Willem was right. Could it be that the Old Blood was to be feared? ...No. It couldn’t be. The woman clutched her pendant, and spoke loudly, “Vicar Laurence of Byrgenwerth! Hear my cry!”
  Laurence turned his attention to the woman, his wolf-like snout smeared with blood, his orange eyes examining her slightly. She gently produced a vial of blood from her pocket, it’s jewel-red color glistening in the sun. The beast’s lips curled up at the scent of the vial; for it was one that was filled with Old Blood. “You have defiled yourself with the temptations of beasts! For the good of the Yharnam, for the next step of human evolution, and for yourself, I, Amelia, will put an end to you! May the Great Ones rest your soul, and mine as well...”
  With that, Amelia drank the vial of blood in a quick gulp. Laurence… no, the beast, let out a roar of anger and slammed his one larger arm against the floor, pulling himself forward and beginning to run toward Amelia in a pseudo-bipedal fashion. Meanwhile, Amelia began to feel the power of the Old Blood surge through her veins.
  Her spine convulsed, her lips curled. Pain overwhelmed her entire body, and she fell onto her knees in pain. She coughed blood onto the floor as she felt her gums split and her teeth sharpen. Amelia’s body contorted, her neck growing, her bone structure becoming rearranged. Fur grew across her face, antlers sprouted from her skull, and claws formed where her hands were. Her clothes were torn to tatters, leaving her body barely covered by the shroud that once wrapped tightly around her… Amelia turned her head up, her face resembling that of a blindfolded white wolf. Her lips curled up, revealing her black gums, and she roared at the charging beast, stopping him in his tracks.
  It is not the old blood, the sweet nectar of life that makes beasts… It is frailty. I am not weak… so I shall prevail!
  Amelia charged forward, crawling on her knees with her hands raised. She slammed her fists against the beast’s back, and as he fell to the floor, she raked her claws across his matted fur. As he was slammed to the floor, he let out a blood-curdling scream and clawed at Amelia. Blood was drawn from her skin, but she ignored it. She swiped at the beast on the floor, but he backed away from her attack with surprising speed, only being slightly grazed by her claws.
  The Cleric Beast stared at Amelia, pacing to the side, looking for an opening. Blood dripped down his face as he did this, hatred burning in his eyes. Amelia smelt the blood pouring from his skull… He was weak. A simple cleric beast… Even if he used to be the Vicar Laurence, he was nothing special now. She lunged toward the beast with a roar, black claws gleaming orange in the sun. The beast reeled back, trying to deliver a blow, but it was too late. Amelia grabbed his skull with her wide claws, and slammed it into the floor!
  The beast let a defiant scream, but it was of no use. She slammed the skull down, again and again, against the floor… Soon, the stone floor was darkened with blood, and had hairline cracks from the force. Finally, the beast had stopped resisting. He was still alive, with shallow breathing and blood pouring down his face. It was time for Amelia to put him away for good…
  Amelia released his skull from her grip, and wrapped her claws around the beast’s shoulders instead. With her beastly muscles, she lifted the Cleric beast into the air, its head weakly looking into Amelia’s face. She smiled maliciously, and opened her maw wide! She promptly stuffed the beast’s head into her maw, including its antlers. With a single strong gulp, its head became a mere bulge in her long neck. The beast did not even struggle, for he had become weak and frail… a mere meal for the superior user of the Old Blood.
  His shoulders slid into her maw, and she was surprised at how delicious he tasted… He was like a piece of well-salted steak, fresh and meaty… Her mouth watered, and she couldn’t help but gently lick his chest as she swallowed, indulging in her beastly urges of gluttony. The beast’s chest and arms slid into her maw easily, bulging out her neck as his head made its way into her belly. With a gulp, she pulled in the beast’s stomach, which she noted as being delicately doughy and soft… He’d been putting on the pounds before she came in. But it’s okay, she liked a fattened meal~
  Next, the beast’s hips were enveloped by Amelia’s maw, her powerful throat muscles pulling it past her teeth as his legs entered next. Meanwhile, the weakened beast’s head finally slipped into her belly, sliding in to be digested into nothing but wolf-fat… With a slurp, she began to gulp down the beast’s long legs, more and more of his torso slipping into her gastric chamber. With one final swallow, the beast’s back claws were tucked into her maw. She licked them a bit, savoring the last of that meaty flavor, before sending it down her throat. One of Amelia’s claws traced down her neck as the last of the beast slid down her throat. Going… going… gone. The Cleric Beast of the Grand Cathedral was now tucked away into her large, distended belly.
  Amelia’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she panted in pleasure at how good it felt to have such a large meal… She pressed her belly against the floor, feeling pleasure wash over her with every movement within. Amelia almost regretted not tucking him away while he was more active, so she could feel those struggles even more. But, if the beast wouldn’t struggle, she would have to make her own form of movement. She moaned softly as she began to thrust her hips into her belly… A bit of the beast’s antler brushed against her vagina, and she began to feel her mind fill with beastly thoughts of depravity…
  Of course, she had won, there was space for a reward, right? She continued to hump the belly, trying to find a spot where his antler protruded best. Finally, after a bit of struggling, she found a spot on her belly where it jutted out dramatically. Amelia delicately pressed her vagina against the spot, letting out a whimper of pleasure as she felt it slide in. Amelia began to thrust her hips, back and forth, feeling immense pleasure come from this movement!
  However, as the wolf pleasured herself, the movement made her belly heat up tremendously. The beast within her belly began to break down, his meat and fur turning into fluid, a meaty chyme to be absorbed by the wolf’s intestines. Her belly began to soften and shrink as she continued to pleasure herself, the antlers gradually disintegrating due to Amelia’s powerful acids. However, as the last of him faded away, Amelia felt her knees buckle, and pleasure filled her body! She let out a howl of satisfaction as her feminine fluids spilled all over the back of her soft, furry belly. The wraps which had previously covered her body began to slip off, revealing everything she had to show in this form…
  As Amelia panted due to her orgasm, the chyme remains of the beast flowed through her body. The wraps of cloth around her rump tore away, her posterior expanding rapidly due to the introduction of meaty nutrients into her system. She bloated out, both cheeks becoming soft, round orbs, covered in her light gray fluff, jiggling with each movement.
  However, her ass was not the only thing to expand. Her chest, previously flat beneath her torn clothes, began to swell! Amelia’s breasts expanded, bursting her wraps, each one jiggling softly with the thick milk contained within. As her belly flattened out, leaving nothing but a small bit of pudge, Amelia suddenly felt something rise in her chest. A belch escaped her maw, and the beast's broken skull clattered onto the floor. Amelia picked it up, examining it briefly. She crawled to the back end of the cathedral, and gently placed the skull on top of the altar of the healing church. Even if he was weak and frail, the beast was the First Vicar of the Healing Church…
Amelia’s claws wandered up to her enormous breasts, each bigger than her head. Her asscheeks were even larger, each doughy mound enough to be a person’s bed! The crack between the cheeks was so deep, a hunter could easily hide between them…
  Speaking of hunters, Amelia turned her eyes to the window. The sun had set, and the moon was rising… Tonight would be an awful night; the line between man and beast was growing hazy… Not that it mattered to Amelia. Man, beast, they were both tasty… Her mouth began to salivate as she thought of them, sliding down her throat and adding to her plump cheeks…
  Amelia had planned on turning back to normal after killing the beast… but as she faced the altar where Laurence’s remains lay, she felt no obligation to do so. It felt so good to be a beast, why would she become human again? Besides… would anyone be able to stop her? With Laurence dead, she was the leader of the Healing Church now, and would anyone be willing to stop the beastly might of the powerful Vicar Amelia? A smile drew across her face as she heard footsteps down the hallway of the cathedral… it appeared some would try. But, those efforts would only add to her own figure~
 
 
  Beyond the pains of the mortal realm, where blood runs up to the ankles, there is a place where it runs up to the knees. A place where blood-drunk hunters and the worst of beastkind gather, forced not of their own will, but of the will of the Church, to be contained. Terrible secrets, the origins of the Old Blood, and the horrid stench of death linger in the Hunter’s Nightmare. However, within the nightmare, there lies a chapel that mimics the structure of the Grand Cathedral. And on the altar of the cathedral, there lies a Cleric Beast. One defeated by his own apprentice, his remains placed on an altar to be seen by all. However, his flesh is scorched, perhaps by the acids of his resting place, but it remains burning permanently. The beast does not move, for he instead lies in wait.
  Waiting for his revenge. For some way to exact his will…
  Seek the old blood… but beware the beasthood of men.