Hey there. Sorry I haven't been around to write much, but I had to raise one of my AP grades out of the F range. So,firstly, Sensara is not overpowered. He just seems like it because he is wise enough to not pick a fight with someone stronger. In his multiverse, there are about 20-30 Lords or Ladies, so, it would be extremely difficult to find one. Secondly, Sensara's mind is extremely fragile. He basically wipes out a third of the world's population, dies, and then is reborn and finds out he is one of 10 Magi alive, none of which share his bloodline. He was a great-grandfather when he fell. If you can tell me that that wouldn't seriously f*** up your mind, then go see a therapist. I hope this will help you to understand that even though Sensara seems and eventually becomes OP, he is still capable of losing a fight.
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or any other reference.
Journal entry 1: year 71385
Ruins, that is where my tale began. The ruins of my home, the ruins of my people, and the ruins of my empire. This is what I saw as I awoke. I felt so weak, so pathetic, so useless. I wasn't there to save my loved ones. I died following the wasteful path of vengeance. Why was I reborn? Why must I still exist? These were only two of the many questions I queried upon alone as Hades wouldn't speak to me. Five hundred years I grieved. Time passed by without me. I did not age, I did not weaken. I learned. I learned how to close off my heart, to numb the pain, but the pain did not leave me.
It wouldn't be till I left my home would the pain begin to fade. I began to travel, to view what my once peaceful and flourishing land had become. Humans capable of using the magic around them living in small tribes fighting off the endless waves of my accursed creations. They called these creatures, Grimm. It would only be later that these humans would find the unclaimed gems of this world and use them against these Grimm. They renamed them, Dust. They coveted this dust more than their own lives. I could only watch in humor as these humans killed each other simply because one group had more dust.
Ah, but that is in the past. The year as I remember it, is 71385. I am sure that the humans use a different number, but hey, that's what happens when you compare a twelve-month year to a ten-month year. My life is pretty entertaining right now. I have been training to control my divine abilities, Judgement and The Feral, I learned about the feral when i had happened upon a titan of a Grimm. It appeared as a massive black dragon with a mask and bony protrusions and red leather wings. The Grimm had the ability to spawn a multitude of Grimm. The Grimm was nearing its end, so in spite of humanity, I saved the Grimm. In turn, the Grimm submitted and was sealed away in a nearby mountain so that it may further heal. I later learned that the Grimm was once a true dragon. The Grimm gave me its control over all creatures ruled by instinct. This dragon chose to worship me as a God, and so it made me one. The Grimm remade me into a Dragon God. It was one of the most painful experiences of the millennium. I was already a Death God. I became two separate entities only to be broken apart and reforged as one. So nowadays I train nearby this temple that survived the events of old. The temple lies above a gorge with a cliff behind it ranging above and a forest to its front (A/N: RWBY initiation, nevermore fight). Some youngsters had wandered upon the temple in hopes of looting it for weapons to fight off some weak lycanthropic Grimm (A/N: beowolves). I saved them and they begged me to train them, so I did. I put them through hell, fuck, I put them through training worse than being plunged into hell for all eternity. The kids could kill a 'Goliath' ,as they called them, with nary an effort. They took to calling themselves Huntsmen and Huntresses. I made them promise to pass on their knowledge of Grimm. I don't know why I would. I hate humanity, but, I guess the kind hearted are worth putting aside the hate, even if only a little.
First chapter is DONE, I am sighing for like a minute straight right about now.
Various Stories: I must apologize about that, I was so exited to start the chapter that I thought that I could finish the chapter in a few days. Evidently that was not the case. I can promise that was a rookie mistake and I won't make that error twice. I did not at the time know that you had to already have a chapter to post a new story and the summary had to be re-typed. Oh, almost forgot, Sensara created the first zanpakuto, one that is not maintained or recognized by Nimiya, due to Sensara fracturing his soul into two being to create the sentience of the zanpakuto. That is what I mean by progenitor of the Shinigami, also he is the Lord of Death, even if he didn't create the Shinigami, do you think he cares? Also with the quincy bit, I'll use a quote from the Riddick movie, "You keep what you kill". Sensara killed the Quincy king so he took the title. Sensara does however have a self enhanced version of the vollstandig. as well as a spirit bow. Sensara also purges Ywach's blood from some of the sternritter and gave them more powerful versions through his blood.
Cutter: I wanted to write the summary when it was fresh in my mind. I didn't like the other ones I came up with. Please don't be rude.