"Many would tell you a fairy tale where the hero saves everyone in the end. That hero is everything you want to be, a morally good person. You would want to aspire to become a hero. You will not. Everyone is innately evil in their own terms, except for me and the people who follow me. Unlike now, there is no good in the world, the fairy tales are born of humanity's own hubris. Do you understand, Veronica?"
"Yes, Salem."
"Everyone outside our walls are wolves in sheep's clothing, remember that."
"Of course."
"Now, for paying attention, I will give you a reward. You may ask anything within my jurisdiction."
The young child thinks carefully, "Can I have a monster?"
She slightly smiles, "What would you like?"
"A Beowolf with King Taijitu heads as its arms and wings of a Nevermore!"
Salem slightly chuckles, "Quite a creation for your age, child."
(10 years later)
Sitting on the edge of a cliff in Grimm Territory, A teenager, pale skinned due to her more nocturnal schedule. Her clothing is a black backless dress with gradual grey leggings, red opera gloves under a layered vambrace on her left, a leather glove on her right and heavy-weighted boots. She gaze upon the broken white moon with her black pearl eyes yellow rings around her irises.
Soon after, she turns singing to herself.
Beware, beware
Be skeptical
Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold
Deceit, so natural
But a wolf in sheep's clothing
Is more then a warning.
A unnatural being flies up from the cliffside, slightly shocking her. The creature is a Grimm, "There you are!" It was a Grimm, having the body and head of a Beowolf, heads of King Taijitu replace the arms, large wings of Nevermore and all of its eyes, they shine with a bright purple circle with its center gradually turning to magenta.
A few growls comes from behind her. "Beowolves." She turns around, seeing the large pack of Beowolves, all stalking her and watching her, waiting for a opening. The girl smirks, almost as if she wanted this to happen, "Attack, Berus!"
The flying Grimm three heads roar and hisses on queue, dive bombing into the large pack, snapping two with its Taijitu heads while the Beowolf head snarls at its brethren. The Beowolves surround and begin to try to pile on it. Its extra heads begin to whip-leash around the horde of canine Grimm, sending some to the teen girl. The Grimm redirect their attention to her and charges at her. She does some stretches before one comes up at her and directs it body to the cliffside, throwing it.
Another Beowolf goes for a swipe, she rolls under it and runs away, smiling. "Woo!" Feeling a little revved up, the girl runs up its back and begins to ride it. It tries to shake her off but she puts her hands on the Beowolf's skull. Her left hand begins to glow, it howls in pain as the eyes of it turns to purple, getting off of it. Staring at her for a moment, it turns back and starts taking its own pack. It gets eviscerated by its own kind. Wanting to add more numbers into the midst, Veronica runs into the riot of Beowolves, tagging any that came her way, forming the numbers of a filled section of Grimm fighting for her.
Veronica runs back to the cliffside and sits down, letting out a regretful and annoyed sigh, "Wish I had my weapon fixed already." A Beowolf is sent over the cliff, "But I guess this is better." She takes out a Scroll out of her right boot and takes a video of Berus and her little pack. After she is done, she goes to a photo of a redhead in a hood, souring her mood, "That girl." Berus comes to her, nudging her shoulder and slightly growling, "Sorry Berus. You see this girl in the photo?" She shows Berus the girl, making him growl in anger, "Yeah, me too. Broke my weapon too. I better get back." Berus growls in agreement, picking her up with one of the Taijitu heads.
(Veronica)
Salem and Veronica step near a pool of black, "Now, before I create it, I must gift you something."
Veronica looks at her, "What is it, Salem?"
"Give your hand, child." Salem requests. The child does so, extending her short arms to her. Salem trails a nail on her palm, creating a purple symbol on. "There you go, Veronica."
"What is it for?"
"To control your new Grimm." Salem reaches out to the pool with her left hand, slightly adjusting her fingers. The liquid begins to swirl clockwise. For a time, it seems like a parlor trick to Veronica, but she changes that when she sees the White Taijitu. And another White Taijitu, they begin to rise with the help of giant wings, showing that they're connected to a Beowolf's body. They land, gently hissing at the young girl. "Now, control it." She says.
Veronica eyes up the Grimm, seeing its unnatural parts as she slowly walks to it. The child gets near it hesitantly. It snaps at her with its Beowolf head, making her recoil back, and holding Salem's leg. "I... I can't, Salem."
"You must."
The young girl slowly lets go and trusts her savior' word but with more confidence. Nearing its snout, Veronica reaches out like Salem did. The Grimm snap again, but she doesn't flinch as she puts her left hand on its snout, causing the mark to activate. Her pale hand becomes a death-like white, with black veins appearing as the Grimm's eyes become purple. Veronica reels back, looking at her work. "I did it."
Salem puts her hands together, proud of the girl, "Well done."
"Thank you, mother." Veronica says. This shocks Salem briefly, before reveling in the recognition of the young girl.
"Come Veronica, and let the others see your creation."
Veronica nods quickly, "Alright, come on. What should we call him?"
"Berus. After the guard-dog of the Underworld."
(Author's Note)
Yeah, I have no clue what to put here as the first chapter. Except for Veronica's name, coming from the plant. The first 4 chapters will be trailers for the 4 members of VNOM.
Hope you enjoyed this trailer, review and have a nice day Reading.
