Author's Note:

I, DarkGod86, present to you a tale filled with action, humor, romance, and shenanigans. This is my first real attempt at writing fan fiction, my second real attempt at writing fiction in general. This fic was conceived after going 30+ hours without sleep, thrown together in order to keep myself awake for the last precious hours of the night, and has since evolved into something greater. I can't say I originally intended to put this much work into this fic, but here we are.

This work of fanfiction is based in the universe of RWBY. It is mostly written for myself, as well as those who have put their time and thoughts into helping me write it, and thus relies heavily upon the use of original characters as we follow Team RWBY into a strange new adventure, having grown up into some of the finest Huntresses in Remnant. Some of the characters may be heavily overpowered, though this is not without purpose.

As for content, I'm rating this M, by my own discretion, for language, gore, and some sexual themes. If you have problems with OCs, language, gore, sexual themes, Bumblebees, White Roses, or overpoweredness, you may want to look the other way. However, if you have come here simply for an interesting story, then you might enjoy this fantasy concocted in the imagination of a bored young man.

RWBY belongs to RoosterTeeth and the late Monty Oum. All original characters, and things relating directly to them, belong either to myself or the friends who contributed their creativity to this story. Please do not use any original content without permission.

Now, I hope you enjoy this tale, and I send you off to a snowy forest outside the city of Atlas, where two Huntresses wait, unaware of the chaos they are about to be thrown into...

Prologue

"I wonder what it would be like to be a God…"

"Uhhhhhhh… what?"

"What would it be like to be a God?" the black-haired cat faunus said, seemingly staring off to the edges of the universe.

"Uhm, I dunno, but right now we have to figure out how we're supposed to raid a heavily guarded safe house before the White Fang destroys the information that we're here for." the young red-hooded girl chimed back.

"Do you think he's here?"

"Blake, we don't have time for this. If we screw this up, I'll never hear the end of it from Weiss, and Yang would probably kick both our asses."

"Sorry, it's just… we're so close. We're just out of arm's reach from tearing this whole thing down once and for all… and I can't help but think how close I was to being on the other side of this all…"

"There's no point in thinking about that. You're here because you were stronger than the White Fang, you were better than the violence and hatred. We're here to put a stop to it once and for all, but we can't do shit if you can't focus!"

"Right, sorry. Just got a little sidetracked. How many are there?"

"Atta girl…"

"How. Many."

"Uhh, I see two in front of the door, and there's four more patrolling the building. There's at least half a dozen more patrolling the treeline, and my thermal is picking up a handful of snipers in the trees."

"Anyone inside?"

"I can't see anything, the building must have thi-"

"HEY, YOU TWO?! WHADDAYA THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE?!"

"Shit." both girls cursed in unison.

Somewhere, in a vastly different universe…

"I just don't see where I fit in this grand war you're waging!"

"My son, you are the ultimate weapon! You can walk where their seals keep me from entering, you can strike them down in the very places they consider safe!"

The rebuttal came from an absolutely monstrous individual with dark grey skin and jet black hair. He stood at over 26 feet tall, with a 20 foot battle-axe with blades larger than a grown man by his side. His booming voice echoed throughout the dark chamber which seemed to have no end.

"I could also wipe every last one of them out with A THOUGHT if you would just let me tap into the power that you gave me!"

This voice came from a much more normal-looking individual standing at a couple inches under nine feet, his skin with a little more human tint. His hair shared the same color as that of his "father", though longer and ornamented with bloodstones in the back. His blood red eyes burned with defiance towards the larger immortal's way of thinking.

"Preposterous! Our enemies would never allow such a thing to happen!"

"Allow it to happen? ALLOW it to happen?! They wouldn't be able to do a SINGLE GODDAMNED THING about it! You designed me as the GOD, the LORD AND MASTER of NONEXISTENCE! I am THE GOD OF THE END OF ALL THINGS! Yet you insist on waging this STUPID war that has been literally going on for MILLENNIA just so you can take control of ONE STUPID SYSTEM! ONE! A SINGLE GODDAMNED SOLAR SYSTEM IN AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE OF SOLAR SYSTEMS IN AN ENTIRE MULTIVERSE OF UNIVERSES! EXCUSE ME if I don't exactly see the POINT of having me WALTZ INTO THEIR FRONTLINES and whack them with a FUCKING SWORD!"

"SILENCE! This war has been going on far longer than you have even existed! I created you as the perfect weapon, a tool which to wage war against my eternal enemies until every single one of them is dragged into The Void and subjugated to my will!"

"If you wanted a weapon, maybe you should have forged a SWORD instead of another God!"

"How dare-"

"Don't even bother! I don't need your input to figure out how my powers work! Your greatest mistake was that you forged a God more powerful than yourself!"

"You.. how…"

"I'm done with your stupid fucking war and your idiotic customs! There are far more interesting universes to explore than this wretched warzone!"

The shorter immortal summoned a large ornately forged scythe into existence, and with a single swing opened a doorway into the fabric of existence, and promptly disappeared into the multiverse.