Hello everyone, Hollowsoul75 here with another fic to try and get rid of my major writer's block.

And yes, the block is MASSIVE (…if you don't get it, don worry, inside joke), I mean, I can't even sit down for five minutes to work on one of my fics (even though I'm so close with the next chapter of 'Inter-dimensional Lich') and it's killing me!

Breathe in…

Breathe out…

Anyway, the main OC I am using in this is being lent to someone who has asked for my help. The author's name is JESTER551 and he/she will be writing a RWBY fic with their own OCs and my one. I won't give any more information away about it, so don't ask me.

Okay, now I wanted to upload this sooner, but apparently fanfiction was being a bit of an ass (no offense admins) and wouldn't let anyone fav/follow/upload on it. Which was really annoying as I wasn't able to really do anything, other than read stories I really wanted to favourite cause they deserved a fav.

*Ahem*

Anyway, this fic will most likely take a while for me to update (Cause now I've got six fics to update and maintain…I'm not complaining, cause some authors have over a HUNDRED stories under their belt.)…

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What else can I say…?

Ah.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, or League of Legends.

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Chapter One: The fall of Vacuo.

"This…is not how I planned out my day…at all." A young adult, around seventeen years of age, mumbled seeing the odd, and chilling, sight in front of him. The young man had somewhat curly brown hair going down to his chin, pure sea blue eyes, and a slightly rounded face. He wore a red and white hooded jacket, the sleeves, hood, and the pockets being the only things red. For pants he wore long black track pants with two white lines down either side, and to top his apparel off, a pair of black lace up shoes with a zipper down the outer sides, for when their owner is too lazy to undo the laces. He held an odd looking weapon in his hands, being mainly gold in color with some red here and there, and looking like a smaller and modified version of an anti-tank rifle, the model of which being the Lahti L-39 with recoiled pads that folded onto the right side of the weapon, and the ammunition magazine was moved to the left side of the weapon to make room for the complicated looking scope and the entire thing was smaller and made of light, yet very durable, material for the young adult to carry without any trouble. The most unusual thing about the weapon was the barrel…the fact that instead of a regular gun muzzle there was a long cone spear head with several small holes lining the sides, glowing now and then with red energy waiting to be released upon their master's pulling of the trigger. This was the 'Metatron', a spear/anti-'almost anything' weapon built by the young adult when he was only seven years old…well, he built the prototype then and finished the complete version when he was fourteen.

The young man's name was Nathaniel Soul, a fully-fledged member of Vacuo's 'Steel Legion'; their main police force consisting of retired hunters and huntresses around twenty or thirty years old, feeling as though their prowess would be better suited to protecting the lives of their home from anyone inside their home instead of training the next generation of those who, and to quote 'wanted nothing more than glory for their name', and waste their lives trying to play hero. Most of those who did go outside the walls never came back.

This was because Vacuo was seated in the centre of a desert (Roll with me on this) surrounded by types of Grimm that liked to bury beneath the sand and strike out when someone walked to close, said someone being quickly dragged under the sand and killed. Nathaniel never saw a point in going out there; there was nothing for him or anyone else in his home. The idiots that went out there just wanted to hunt Grimm and take names…the deceased fools.

"Well…we're fucked, aren't we?" The rhetorical question snapped Nathaniel out of his musing to look at the fully sand brown cloaked man next to him, his mentor and brother in all but blood. He once had a name, but after everyone in his group got killed when they went outside the walls…he cast it aside and took up the moniker 'Hollow', saying it was self-punishment for what he had done. No one actually ever asked what he had done though, and Hollow liked it that way "Oh, well what makes you say that?" Nathaniel responded with a sarcastic question of his own, not even looking at his mentor as he prepared Metatron by laying it down on the edge of the wall and looked through the scope, watching as the large dust cloud came closer and closer.

"That ain't no ordinary sandstorm…" Nathaniel commented seeing a flash of multiple red eyes hidden in the cloud. Hollow nodded and spoke into a handheld radio that was pulled out from under his cloak "Hey, boss…We're gonna need a few more rifles this side…Boss?" The only thing that was heard was static from the other end "Must be broken…eff it, this is the third time this week that this has fucked up." And with that, Hollow tossed the radio over the side of the wall just as a reply came through "Could you repeat that, over?" Both men tilted their heads following the item as it descended towards the sandy dunes down below. Nathaniel looked dryly at his mentor "You idiot."

"…Whoops?"

The two immediately looked towards the cloud hearing a loud roar, to find the cloud had somehow picked up speed and was right on top of them "Oh fu-" Nathaniel was cut off by himself as he pulled up his hood and covered his mouth with a face mask hidden under the collar of his jacket. The cloud of sand howled past the two, cutting visual from both, as growls and clicks sounded out around them on the wall "The…Hell?" A quick yell of pain from Hollow got Nathaniel's attention and he slung Metatron on his shoulder as he rushed to where his mentor once stood, only to find a pair of single lens desert goggles, seen multiple times on Hollow's shadowed face, or whenever he had his hood down.

The clicking and growling grew louder and louder further along the wall making Nathaniel yell out as he put on the goggles to keep them safe "Hollow, that you!?" As he walked towards the noise, he didn't notice the small pile of sand stained red from which he pulled the goggles out of.

(Line Break)

Nathaniel hissed as he kept walking along the wall, trying to find his mentor while the sand stung at the unprotected parts of his body. He kept cursing and cursing in his mind as he stumbled over piles of sand and discarded weapons from apparent 'deserters'. The further he went along the wall, the louder the clicking and growling grew, even though it jumped further away at times "STOP RUNNING DAMMIT!" Nathaniel let out a muffled yell as he was tired of just feeling like he was running in circles. He took another step onto a sizable mound of sand and his foot sunk inside it making a loud 'Crunch!' sound out.

Nathaniel froze as he slowly looked down to where his foot was, even though his sight was somewhat hindered by the sandstorm and the goggles he could still make out a weapon laying nearby and the sand around his foot red with blood "N…No." He removed his foot and looked into the hole that was slowly filling up with sand to confirm his fears "O-oh Oum, have mercy…" He stumbled back and fell on his ass as something moved inside the sandstorm in front of where he once stood "What the fuck!"

Nathaniel wiped his goggled eyes and looked at the figure in front of him. It was an eight foot monstrosity, having an aquatic insect-like appearance with scythe-like blades on four separate arms. Its body was covered in a black and white exoskeleton, the white being on its arms and mask-like face. A large amount of tentacles ending in spikes weaved around, vibrating as they let out low rumbles for echo-location, this Grimm's method of sight. Nathaniel didn't bother to take note of any more of its features as he had quickly gotten up, secured Metatron to his back, and his body turned into a figure made entirely of bright light before zooming away and off the city wall, heading for the city while leaving being a slight trail of light.

'DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIIIIIT!' Nathaniel mentally roared while he panicked as he used his semblance, Eternal Illumination, to flee from one of the most deadly Grimm species inhabiting the deserts of Vacuo 'Why the hell is a Dune Leviathan here?' A few screams knocked him out of any more thoughts and made him land in the middle of a street, seeing several people wander through the sandstorm only to be cut down and eaten by several more Dune Leviathans "Shit!" Before the Grimm could locate him, Nathaniel used his semblance again and vanished quickly over a three story building to his left.

As he peeked over the edge, he mumbled to himself under his breath "I did not sign up for this shit, these things are supposed to be nocturnal and docile unless provoked…so why the fucking fuck are they attacking?" Silence answered him as a low clicking and rumbling echoed out behind him making his entire being stiffen with animalistic fear "…Shit." Nathaniel used his semblance again but stayed still as the Dune Leviathan's scythe-like limb passed through his body of light harmlessly, the only thing it achieved was briefly separating the figure of light in two before it reformed. When Nathaniel turned back to flesh and bone, he already had Metatron's 'anti-everything' form levelled at the Grimm's head while he looked down the sights "Boom, headshot."

He pulled the trigger making a cone of red dust explode out of the weapon and blasted clean through the Grimm in a burst of fire and aura, some of the area around the hole was lined by glass from the sand that had clung to its body. The Grimm flew back from the force of the shot of explosive dust slowly as Nathaniel spat on its corpse "That's it, you're dead." He quoted one of his mentor's favourite phrases and noted the sandstorm dying down. The thought of his mentor's probable fate put a sour frown on Nathaniel's face as he watched the Grimm's body fade away into particles of light that brought a sense of nostalgia to him.

*Flashback begin*

"Hey, sis-"

*Flashback end*

No. He didn't have time for that. Nathaniel shook his head clear of any and all memories that were brought up and went over to the edge of the building, hearing the last screams of a few remaining survivors die out. He looked forward blankly as he fell to his knees, reaching out with his aura in a small area finding nothing but death "Vacuo…has fallen."

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A horrible silence greeted his words followed by clicking and growling.

Without another word, Nathaniel activated his semblance and left the now empty city of Vacuo.

If he'd stayed, he would've seen the group of Hunters and huntresses in the distance rescuing people and killing Grimm left and right, one of which was a young girl wielding a large sniper rifle/scythe hybrid who gazed at the light created from his semblance with a titled head.

(Line Break)

It had been several days since Nathaniel had abandoned the 'ruins' of Vacuo and he was starting to run out of water. He had found his mentor's body some time ago far away from his home, assuming that the Grimm that had killed him took his body to eat it without having to fight over it. After giving Hollow a proper burial…as proper as one could with shifting sands, he had taken his mentor's dust colored cloak as another means of remembrance aside from his goggles. Nathaniel trekked over another large dune of sand with Metatron ready to shoot at anything that came at him. He'd already killed several Dune leviathans killing each other over a corpse; such was another irregularity in their recorded behaviour.

As Nathaniel looked at the endless sands in front of him from the top of the dune he just conquered, he took a sip of his large flask while keeping track of the familiar sound of clicking that had been following him for a while now. Nathaniel looked out of the corner of his goggles watching as some sand moved from something pushing it up as said something burrowed underneath. The Dune Leviathan that was trying to be sneaky suddenly found itself with several large holes blasted out of its hide while Nathaniel rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempt on his life.

Looking away from the fading Grimm, Nathaniel spied something tall in the distance. Wiping his goggles and cupping his hands around his eyes he could barely see some structure of some kind amongst the dunes. He grunted before looking up at the sun's position and decided it was time to take a break from his little 'hike'…trying to get some humour in to cheer himself up from what had been on his mind, but in the end he inevitably failed to take his mind off the subject.

"Even now…I can still hear their screams."

With a sad huff, he started walking once more, this time in the direction of the structure he had seen in the distance.

(Line Break)

When Nathaniel reached the structure he took in its appearance. It was a large half-buried doorway reminiscent of an ancient tomb. Beyond the edge of the entrance a foreboding darkness awaited any and all who entered. Gulping down the rest of his water supply, Nathaniel marched onwards with a mumble of "Better be some sort of spring in here…"

As he descended down into the dark abyss, Nathaniel started glowing brightly making him sigh as he pulled down his face mask and pushed his goggles up to his forehead. A side effect of his semblance was that he glowed slightly in the dark; it sucked for him because he had to cover himself up completely in several layers whenever he wanted to snipe at night…it gets really hot in the desert, especially when you have over three thick and heavy layers over you.

Several clicks rebounded off the narrow corridor making Nathaniel ready Metatron's spear form, its anti-everything mode might bring down the roof on him. Looking down, he saw a baby Deathstalker no bigger that his foot, and with a grunt he impaled it. Its dying screeches echoed around the corridor down into the darkness which wasn't illuminated by Nathaniel's 'after-glow'. That thought depressed him because it was one of Hollow's favourite taunts when the two sparred against one another.

The clicking of a lot of something came towards him from the darkness. Nathaniel strained his eyes to see in the darkness in front of him and saw a lot of red eyes. In that instant, Nathaniel performed a wise move and used his semblance to rush straight through and past the swarm of Deathstalkers of various sizes. The sheer amount of them completely covered the walls, floor, and roof so that all one could see was the armoured hide of the Grimm. Nathaniel kept running even as the Deathstalkers tried to sting him and grab him with their pincers, however none could touch him as, and to quote himself after winning a spar against his late mentor; 'One does not simply touch the light'.

After getting away from the horde of Deathstalkers, Nathaniel deactivated his semblance and stepped into a large underground chasm-like room. Large mounds of sand covered the ground and some of the half-broken sand coloured pillars lying about. The only light source was from holes in the ceiling that let in rays of light here and there. A large construct caught Nathaniel's eye and he walked over to it slowly.

It was a large crumbling gate with odd symbols lining every inch of it. As Nathaniel drew closer, he didn't notice a large mound of sand he just walked over quiver and rise. He was so focused on the gate that he ignored everything around him, only registering the black stone it was carved from and the purple glow that emanated through the cracks and from the symbols on it.

A loud screech and something painfully smacking him into the gate snapped him out of his trance. Nathaniel got up and looked over his shoulder at the Motherbrood Deathstalker that chittered angrily at him as it shook off any sand that was left on it. He scowled at it before his expression morphed into one of worry as the Grimm screeched loudly, calling for her brood that were guarding the hallway to her nest. Without a second thought Nathaniel switched Metatron to rifle mode and collapsed the hallway with a well-placed shot of aura, opting to save whatever dust he had left for the Ancient Grimm in front of him.

The Motherbrood Deathstalker screeched at being separated from her spawn before turning on the source of her ire. Nathaniel grinned as a morbid sense of content washed over him, already accepting the fact that he might not survive this encounter. As he readied Metatron's rifle form, aiming for one of the Motherbrood Deathstalker's multiple eyes, he sighed. Thinking of what he would never be able to do if he dies.

"Goodbye future, hello possible mutilation."

The moment those words left his lips, the Deathstalker charged at him ignoring the shots of dust infused aura blasts that took out three of its eyes. When it was close enough Nathaniel ran at it and skidded over the sand underneath the Grimm, shooting its unprotected underbelly as he went. The Deathstalker screeched loudly in pain as its guts and large amounts of blood went spewing out of the large holes made from Metatron's destructive blasts before it fell down, dead.

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"That…was anti-climactic." Nathaniel deadpanned as he walked over and kicked the dead Grimm in one of its still twitching legs while the rest of it faded away into particles of light. Nathaniel sighed before going to make his way out of the room towards the corridor before remembering that he had collapsed said corridor, and his only way out of here "Aw, shit."

As Nathaniel was cursing himself in his mind, the black stone gate gave off a slight hum as a black ink-like substance poured slowly out of one of the larger cracks in the gate and started bubbling as it touched the sandy ground. The bubbling caught Nathaniel's attention and he turned to see a Dune Leviathan crawl out from a bubbling puddle of ooze, which disappeared as it formed the rest of the Grimm's body.

"What the hell?"

The Dune Leviathan let out a click-like growl before it found its head blown off from the rest of its body. Nathaniel raised a brow at the fact that this gate just spawned a Grimm before his eyes narrowed.

If this gate was the source of the Grimm, then…it must be destroyed.

Almost as soon as that thought crossed Nathaniel's mind, Metatron was already aimed at the center of the gate, the chamber underneath the spear head 'barrel' glowed with a bale red light, the dust inside ready to cause destruction of the highest scale.

"See you in hell you bastards."

He pulled the trigger.

"For Vacuo."

(END)

So, how was this? I mean, did I do good or what? Was there something I could've done better, or something I could've replaced? I'd like to know please. Okay, Explanation time:

Vacuo: I know we all don't have much information on this subject, so, I thought that I might as well use something no one else has done before. I made it a desert, yes, even though in canon it might not be, but this is my fic and I don't know what canon Vacuo looks like, so I improvised.

Dune Leviathans: An OC Grimm that may show up again, no promises though. I made these as something that would be native to the 'sands of Vacuo', much like how the Beowulfs, Ursas, and creeps live in forested areas. The reason that Deathstalkers weren't mentioned just now is the fact that they are scorpion-like, and should already inhabit desert-like terrain.

The 'Gate': This popped into my head when I thought about how my OC was going to get to Valoran. The term 'Void Gate' just rolled off my tongue when I tried it and stuck with it. If you want a close comparison (this is off the top of my head as it didn't have a comparison until I wrote this line) think the Hell Gates from DMC 4, but use the description I made in this. I don't own DMC. That is just a comparison.

Naming: Nathaniel means 'Gift of God' and Metatron 'the voice of God'. I thought I would use the name 'Metatron' for irony and the fact that anti-tank rifles make a lot of noise when fired. Yes, I have used a Christian name (If you think it's my real name, I'm not going to tell the truth :3). I also used the Name Hollow as a sort of reference to my username HOLLOWsoul75 (the 'soul' bit is my OCs last name).

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I can't think of anything else that needs to be explained…hmm. Meh.

That's all I guess.

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