The Divine Hunter

Dawn rose once more, but the sky was overcast, and black clouds were getting bigger with every passing moment. Cold winds blew through the empty streets, and Casimodo, or to be more precise, Gawain Samsa, curled up and shivered.

His mind drifted to the smoked chicken, grilled cuttlefish, and mushroom pies at the marketplace. Home was in the slums, and the morgue wasn't that far away. He would get some piping hot food every time he went to and from work.

Work was just him dozing off for half the day at the cold, dark morgue and pushing his cart around the city in the afternoon. "I'm just a little corpse collector, and I want no trouble."

Ever since he left his house, he could feel something’s gaze prickling at him. Unlike most humans, creatures like Gawain had a special talent. More commonly known as danger sense, these creatures were sensitive to any gaze on them. He had no idea where his pursuer was hiding, but he was sure they were there.

Gawain tried his best to pretend everything was fine, but he hastened his pace and went past a mother who was holding her child, and then he turned a left corner, where a dark, narrow alleyway awaited.

This was a path he treaded countless times. Moss and weed covered the walls and ground, filthy water flowed in a hundred directions, and the paths branched off like a maze.

For most people, these branching, interconnected paths were akin to a labyrinth they could never hope to escape, but for him, this was the perfect place to protect himself. Many a time had he passed these alleyways, and Gawain had memorized all the paths. This web of alleyways was his buffer zone, and he was confident about shaking off his unknown pursuer just like the countless times he had with the Eternal Fire pursuers.

Gawain smiled bitterly and started moving faster, but then a black silhouette zipped past him and leapt down from the wall like a cat pouncing on its prey.

Gawain could feel a gust of wind assailing him, and he ran back, but his pursuer was faster than he thought. He felt a powerful hand push down his shoulder firmly, and it stopped him from escaping.

A weird incident was taking place in the dark alleyways, where a slender man was holding down a burly hunchback's shoulder, but the burly man was sweating and remained unmoving.

"Hello, Casimodo, I'm Roy of the Viper School." Roy turned the man around and grinned toothily at him. "We've met once, remember?"

"Ah, Roy, good morning. Fancy running into you here." Gawain grinned bitterly, revealing his rotten, yellow teeth. "I'm on my way to work. Are you coming as well? Didn't you conclude your investigations last time?"

"I-I don't understand. I'm perfectly human. I'm just a little morgue guard. A grotesque man with not many coins to my name." Gawain averted his gaze nervously, still putting on the look of an insecure man.

"Is that so? It matters not. I'd love to see what the legendary doppler looks like." Roy suddenly grabbed a wine glass out of thin air, and it was filled with silver powder.

The young witcher splashed the powder at Gawain, and the doppler started trembling violently. His skin and bones started bubbling and contracting like boiling water, while his disfigured face faded into nothingness. Now it looked like a mixture of mud and flour that was squirming from getting kneaded by invisible hands.

A few moments later, the hunchback was nowhere to be seen, and in its place was a bizarre humanoid creature. He was wearing a pair of oversized suspenders and was as tall as a dwarf. His head was disproportionately big, his features mashed together, his eyes beady and yellow. His nose was round, his lips were thick, and his ears were short and pointy. His face was covered in wrinkles like an old man, and there was no visible neck. His torso was connected to his head, and his limbs were as long as a spider's. His arms extended over his knees like a gorilla's, and his hands were bigger than most people's. There was black fur covering the back of his hands and equally large feet.

'Casimodo/ Gawain Samsa

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-five years old

Status: Doppler (a humanoid creature that can shapeshift at will)

HP: 60

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 7

Constitution: 6

Perception: 7

Will: 5

Charisma: 5

Spirit: 5

Skills:

Mimic (Passive): Every doppler can mimic most creatures' voices, the way they think and act, as well as their technical skills from the day they were born. However, there are some limitations in place.

Crisis Sense (Passive)

See more…'

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The doppler didn't answer right away. Instead, it stared straight at the witcher, and its skin kept bubbling and changing colors.

"Stop, I'm warning you. Keep doing that and I'll be forced to use violence."

Roy was staring at the doppler. If the creature kept shapeshifting, Roy would cast Fear on him and stop the change, but before he could do anything, horror filled the creature's eyes. All the changes it was undergoing disappeared, and it was dumbly rooted to its spot.

The dark clouds overhead finally opened the floodgates, and rain fell onto the doppler's head. The creature covered his face in horror and cowered in a corner. As if he had seen something terrifying, he howled, "Mercy, Roy! I'm just a regular, law-abiding doppler! I've never harmed a soul or used my powers to dupe anyone before! Please, spare me!"

At their core, dopplers were similar to most non-human races. If he wasn't desperate, Roy wouldn't lay a finger on him.

"I-Is that true?" He peered through the cracks between his fingers and asked the witcher carefully, "Wh-Why did you stop me then?"

"Because I wish to strike a deal with you. If we pull this off, you can live your whole life rich, but I had to be sure you were a doppler first."

"I-I can live my whole life rich?" The doppler stopped trembling, and so did his voice. He put his hands down, and his eyes glinted with a cunning light. "What kind of deal are we talking about? You won't toss me away or kill me after we're done, will you?"

Gawain had enough of hiding and assuming the role of grotesque figures his whole life. He would rob a treasury if it meant he could escape this lifestyle.

"I called you a doppler, not any other slurs, didn't I?"

Shifters, mimics, doubles, imitators, and pavrats. Those were what people would call them, but dopplers preferred to be called dopplers. Anything else was a slur to them.

"I think dopplers and witchers are equal. I respect you, therefore I won't lie to you," Roy said. "But can you answer a few questions?"

"Of course." Gawain was slumped in the corner, but he was tense and in a defensive stance.

"Were you trying to mimic me?"

"Can you mimic anything from the ancient races to humankind? Dwarves, halflings, gnomes, Aen Seidhe, or even witchers?"

Roy remembered that Geralt fought a doppler once, and it copied all of the White Wolf's abilities. It almost cost Geralt that battle.

"I've copied everything you suggested," Gawain answered. "And they're not that hard to mimic, really."

"What about anything outside of humans?" It wasn't every day Roy could see a doppler, so he wanted to know everything he could. "Cats, dogs, wolves, bears, and humanoid monsters like drowners and ghouls?"

"Um…" Gawain pursed his lips for a few moments. "I think I can do dogs, wolves, and cats. As long as their size and weight don't outclass me too much. Can't do big creatures like bears."

"As for humanoid monsters…" Gawain had a weird look on his face. "I've never tried changing into those monsters, and I don't plan to. The moment I change into a certain creature, I'll base my thinking on their habits and instinct. Monsters don't have great mental capacity. That’s how they’re born. I might forget who I really am if I mimic them and never change back. Might start to attack humans too."

"What about mages and higher vampires? Can you mimic anything with mana?" Roy's eyes were starting to shine. Gawain felt a little worried, since the look in Roy's eyes reminded him of someone who was seeing a mountain of treasure.

"Can you maintain the form of the creature you transform into? Indefinitely?"

"Yes. If I wish to."

Gawain pursed his lips again, but nervously this time. "The Eternal Fire is hunting me. They're hunting all the dopplers." His fingers were shaking, and he muttered hysterically, "I want to live, but I don't want to leave this city. If I can disguise myself as a man ugly enough not to raise any suspicion from the soldiers, I can live my life in peace. It's been two years since I started doing this, and now you come. How did you notice me?" he asked carefully. "I don't think I've slipped up or shown you my real form."

Gawain's face turned red with anger. "No! They slapped some ridiculous crime on us because they're scared of what we can do!"

He angrily explained why the hunt for them started. Dopplers could mimic anyone and gain their memories and and will, which would grant them the ability to take over everything a person had. That ability proved that the soul and flesh are one, which was the total opposite of what Eternal Fire was preaching.

That posed a threat to the church and culminated in an intense hatred against dopplers, and it resulted in the hunt for dopplers. Most people were wary of these creatures as well, and that wariness translated into isolation and hatred.

Besides, a doppler's disguise could be seen through with silverware, so they were hunted into near extinction. Now they were creatures that only existed in legends. Or very nearly only existed in legends.

Roy sighed. He knew dopplers were mostly kind creatures who wouldn't hurt humans, but paranoia was a powerful poison of the mind. If kind creatures had the ability to mimic everyone and take over their lives, it was no wonder that paranoid people would want to hunt them down.

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Gawain took the witcher's silence as the end of his questions. He stood up and took a deep breath to hold his anger down. "Is that all, witcher? Can we talk business now?"

"Of course." Roy ended the conversation. "But rules come first. No matter what happens at the end of this negotiation, you cannot tell anyone what I'm about to say." The look in Roy's eyes turned sharper and sharper, until it was almost palpable. "Or the church won't be your only enemy; a bunch of witchers will be hot on your tail too. But if this deal works, you can have anything you want in life. You'll have access to the luxuries of the richest men in this city."

He was starting to tremble again, and his face was red with excitement. In the end, he nodded. "I promise if I ever say a word of this to anyone, then the gods shall smite me with the worst fate possible."

"That is enough, Gawain. We are friends now." Roy shook his hand. "And now, to the meat of the conversation. What do you think of the gang lords in Novigrad? Specifically the big three."

"You mean Bedlam Francis aka King of Beggars, Cleaver, and Orloff Byrd aka the Collector?"

"Yes."

Gawain wondered why Roy was asking him that, but he said, "I'm neutral to the first two, but I despise the Collector. He's a mage supremacist who hates all non-humans, including people like you and me, witcher. And I heard he has some… unsavory hobbies. He collects corpse specimens. Says it's for art, but I know what he is. He's a piece of perverted scum."

"What do you mean?" Gawain took one step back. He deduced what the witcher was trying to say, but the mere thought of that plan almost made him shiver, and horror crept up in his eyes. "A-Are you saying we take him out? No, no way. Orloff is one of the most powerful men in this city. He's surrounded by a bunch of bodyguards at all times, and he's a mage! He has a ton of magical items with him!"

Roy smiled and said confidently, "My friends and I will take care of that pesky bastard, while you will stay behind until it's time to change into him. Then you shapeshift into that whoreson and take his place in the gang. You'll take over everything he has, and we'll also be your allies. Not a bad deal, if you ask me."

Gawain gulped. His face had frozen up in fear and shock.

"Gawain, I, Roy of the Viper School, ask you this: will you replace the Collector?" He held out his hand to catch some rainwater, and then the young witcher spread his arms as he stared calmly at the doppler. "Will you work with us and take that son of a whore out for good?"

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