And we're back peeps!

As a fore-warning to anyone reading this, the following story is a continuation of my other Titanfall/RWBY fanfic 'Angels and Demons' so you might want to read that so you can catch up on the action, but if you don't want to then I'll try and make this story at least explain some of the past plot points so you're not thrown under the bus so to say...

... I bet you all thought it would be another month before you saw this...

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And without further adieu... THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF MY INSANE STORY!

Naughtbeast

Chapter 1:

Legends… Myths… Fables… these things all make up the history of many of our cultures, yet they are all just that... falsehoods. Stories that have been made from the frail and confused minds of those upon the mortal plane, trying to comprehend the possibilities of something they witnessed. They may not all be correct, but they all have something in common… in every one, there is a grain of truth and no matter how small they are, they are always found.

So, I would ask you 'what fairy tales would you believe in' but I am merely here to tell you of one… the one that explains the reason behind the strange occurrences that have made themselves known of late.

This tale is of the creation of our world… or worlds depending on who you ask. It was formed by two gods, both being brothers. The eldest was a benevolent god, one that fostered all life, bringing water, plants and wildlife into the world whilst the sun shone down. The younger brother, however, made his presence known at the time when the moon brought its pale light, creating drought, fire and famine. Yet, through all this, the older brother endured and was there to bring new life day after day.

The younger brother, growing jealous from his failed attempts, created beings whose only purpose was to destroy anything and everything, hoping to end his elder brother's creations. The elder brother grew weary of this constant bickering and proposed a plan, a way for both brothers to be happy with their new creation. They created humanity, creatures that were capable of the destruction wrought by the younger and the creation sewed by the elder.

They were gifted with powers that would ultimately define their existence… knowledge, the ability to learn and adapt from their experiences… creation, the gift of bringing new life into the world… destruction, the ability to raze all of creation to the ground at a whim… and lastly, choice, the ability to forge their own paths into a world of their own making, free of the confines that are set by the gods themselves. Each of these gifts were given a physical form in the mortal realm, a manifestation to remind their creations of these gifts.

Now, I'm sure this tale has been said multiple times over throughout the history of humanity, although there are some things that even their creations did not know. After the creation of Humanity and the four relics, the gods were left drained of power so they used what was left and bestowed this power on eight of their creations, both of Grimm and of Humanity. Four Grimm Alpha's were gifted the powers of destruction, ensuring that there is always a balance between both good and evil, while Humanity was gifted powers that fostered creation, the powers of the four seasons.

Both the creatures of Grimm and Humanity lived in harmony for the beginning of their existence, pleasing the two brothers and allowing them to fall into a slumber that would last for an eternity, although once the brothers gazes fell from watching their creations, their word was no longer law.

One of the four beings of the Grimm grew jealous of their powers, claiming that they held less power in comparison to the four Seasons and so, set about to change that. They absorbed the power of two of the other Alpha's and forced the other to retreat to a place that had long been abandoned by the brothers so as to escape. Although, without the full power of all four Grimm Alpha's the last remaining truly did hold a fraction of what the four seasons could wield.

When she began her crusade against Humanity, the four seasons gave them a weapon with which to destroy the creatures of Grimm… Dust. With the power imbalance in play, the Alpha could not hold back the might of Humanity and retreated to their last bastion of defence, seething with hate and anger towards Humanity and plotting their revenge for the rest of their existence, until an opportunity would present itself in their favour. This Alpha would forever be known as 'She who Corrupts', a testament to how she divided the two species forever.

While the war against the Grimm raged, the forgotten Alpha had found its own bastion in a forgotten world that had been left by the brothers, one in which there were no Grimm… but that did not mean there were no evil… for there is no greater evil than man itself. While wars weren't being fought, they were being planned and it was clear that humanity was going to wipe itself out before it ever made an impact, one of the reasons why it was left, so when they discovered the ability to 'warp' across great distances then perhaps the distance could allow for a more peaceful existence? As it turns out, it didn't… and soon, it was the same across the cosmos as it was on their home planet.

While this may have been against the overall theme of things, it worked perfectly for the lone Alpha as it stayed close to the slaughter, regaining the power he had lost through the world shift, gaining enough to re-break the barrier between the worlds… although that also allowed for those from that universe to travel through the rift with ease, although that wasn't a problem as most of them were soon killed.

Once it came back to its home world, it didn't take long for the other remaining Alpha to pick up its scent and it was tracked down and nearly killed, having to break back through the barrier and hide once again in the folds of the other world. The weaker Alpha devised a plan that would allow it to pass into the world undetected and did so flawlessly, passing through the rift without any detection and beginning to ruin the plans of 'She who Corrupts' from the shadows, limiting its power so that it was left undetected.

And so… this is how the legend goes… those that are lost can always be found, whether it be wanted or needed, there is always a way… but there are always those that seek to keep it lost forever.

[Vale industrial district]

The night was still young in the kingdom of Vale, the moon only licking the fringes of the city with its pale light and giving its inhabitants rest from the hardships that the day brought. As the regular hustle and bustle of the Black-Market district sprawled throughout the re-purposed warehouses near the docks, no-one noticed the discreet and inconspicuous group that made their way purposefully though the crowd. They moved with practiced ease and didn't once shift any of the other occupants to draw attention to themselves, yet they still managed to make it across the rather large warehouse in record time, making it to their destination without disturbing anything.

The group of four men, all dressed in black and red, bowler hats and sunglasses to complete the entire 'thug' get-up, although they perfectly fit in with the darker parts of the markets. The men casually changed course and walked down a dark alley, walking to the end and rapping three times on the door, being ushered in after a slide opened and their identities were checked. They quickly made haste through the door, passing armed guards which held rather large assault rifles in hand with fingers glancing over the triggers every couple of moments.

The men passed through multiple other rooms until they made it to the final, a massive armed thug holding an LMG outside the door stopping them before they could take another step. A short conversation followed and they were let through, the door opening into a conversation between three men, the four bowing out of respect for interrupting them.

One was obviously the leader, standing taller than the other two and wearing ceremonial garb that denoted his rank, tattoos running up both arms and the large symbol of the White Fang emblazoned on his back. He wore a Grimm mask over his face, much like the rest, although a large chainsaw over his back hinted at his martial prowess with more… unique weaponry.

"Sir, we found something you might want to see…" spoke one of the men, taking off their hat to reveal two wolf ears, the other three doing the same to show similar animal appendages.

"Why do you find it pressing enough to interrupt this meeting with my… business partners"

"We found one of the strange Atlesian Paladins that were at Beacon"

"Why would I have use of one of those, we already wasted three of the robots at that stupid bid for control… they are not worth our time"

"But sir, it's completely unguarded in a warehouse a few hundred metres from here! We did a search and there is no presence other than us!"

"Fine, give me some time and I shall meet you to recover the asset"

[1 hour later…]

A large force of White Fang grunts and the Lieutenant stood outside the closed warehouse door that had been marked with the signature claw symbol, their informants showing that this was indeed where the mech was located. They were waiting for the signal from one of their scouts, weapons held at the ready and their fingers nervously twitching in anticipation. They weren't expecting any resistance although it had been a long time since any operations and they were itching for a fight, not caring with who or what, just that there was one.

A small flash went off from down the corridor, signalling for the raiding party to begin… and so they did. The lieutenant revved his chainsaw and cut through the flimsy sheet metal of the roller door and making a hole wide enough so that they could get through comfortably. The initial force went through, about 10 men, before another signal was given and the rest came through.

They swept their rifles around the massive warehouse, trying to find anything that might hinder them, although they already had their prize in sight. In the centre of the warehouse with no boxes or anything else surrounding it was a massive mech, hunched over with its fist on the ground and weapon locked onto its back, no lights indicating that it was active in any way. Four grunts and the Lieutenant made their way forward, leaving the other grunts to take care of anyone wanting to interrupt their raid, then began inspecting the merchandise.

It wasn't some time that the five closest to the Titan noticed the fact that there was no noise coming from the others… and even longer for them to turn around and see two figures standing in the centre of the knocked-out grunts that they hadn't heard from. Both were obscured in darkness, thanks to the lack of lighting inside the warehouse, but one stood barely up to the shoulders of the other, being much thinner than the burly figure they stood next to. Just as the Lieutenant was about to issue an order, one of the figures spoke up.

"Neo, if you would, I endeavour to speak to the Lieutenant alone"

The smaller figure nodded and disappeared from view, the Lieutenant barely having a second to register what had happened before the other four of his accomplices were slumped to the floor unconscious. He revved his chainsaw in rage and swung it to where the figure struck last, although all he heard was the sound of shattering glass before he looked back to see both standing where they were before.

"What do you want from me?" the Lieutenant growled, clutching his chainsaw at the ready in case they struck again.

The other, larger figure stepped forward so that he could be seen in what little light there was… and the Lieutenant's blood froze. He had already guessed that the smaller person was Torchwick's little sidekick and that already made him fearful of whoever was now controlling the little sadist, although now that he saw who it was it amplified it even more.

The first thing he saw was the armour, a thick and plated red steel that covered just about every part of his body, dark red chainmail glinting wherever there weren't the massive plates of steel. A Grimm mask covered their face, not one that was employed by the White Fang, rather one that was almost an exact replica of one of the most feared Huntresses in existence, while he held Wilt in his off hand, the weapon of the old boss of the Vale White Fang. He had seen this boy fight before, back during the attack on the academy and he had taken out the platoon that was sent specifically to take care of him, mercilessly slaughtering all but the last one.

The Lieutenant was informed by Adam right before he went off to find the deserter that he was to kill the boy, only he didn't have any way to reach him before he had already began to fly off to the Atlesian cruiser overhead. He almost laughed when he saw it crash into the massive Grimm dragon, although the feeling was cut from him when he saw the boy jump from the wrecked ship and escape nearly unharmed as he almost effortlessly escaped the falling wreckage.

It wasn't until he found Adam dead in the academy's dining hall with a snapped neck did he give up on his mission and ordered a full-scale retreat of all White Fang in the area to salvage what was left of their failed mission. Then, during the last few moments of the evacuation, when the last of the Bullheads lifted off with him in it did he truly find a reason to fear the boy as he witnessed what he could only describe as hell on Remnant as the Grimm dragon was made to look like a toy compared to what he saw and even then… he didn't exactly have a reason NOT to fear the person he saw before him.

Demon… the only name that he knew him by and the only one that he found fitting, so that was how he was going to keep it.

"What do you want…" the Lieutenant re-iterated, his voice wavering and the grip on his weapon tightening in fear.

"I want your co-operation…" Demon said simply, not making any moves other than standing where he was. Despite everything, the Lieutenant bunched whatever confidence he had left and bundled it into his next sentence.

"I refuse to work with you, Human cur! The last time we went on a 'business venture' we lost everything! We aren't an organisation for hire! We fight for Faunus rights and that means NOT working for whatever you have planned… I don't care if I die here, as long as the White Fang continues what it has been doing for so long!"

Demon made a clicking sound with his tongue a couple of times before walking forward a few more paces so that his voice was even more clear to the Lieutenant.

"I agree with everything you just said, bar one… I am not wanting your organisation as a group of thugs, I simply want to work WITH you in similar goals but… I am going to change how you win your war. People don't need to die for you to get equal rights and I know a way how"

"That's not possible!" spat back the Lieutenant, seemingly throwing behind him whatever fear he had, "The only time the damned Humans ever cared about us is when we fight! And then what do we get? An island in the middle of nowhere just so we would shut up! It's discrimination and the only way we can get equal rights is by taking the people in power down…"

"I agree… although I don't agree with your methods. It can be achieved without bloodshed and that is what I am offering you. A co-operation agreement so that you can get the rights you've always wanted and I can get what I want…"

"And what would that be?"

"My little secret" cryptically replied Demon, pressing a button which activated the massive Mech in the warehouse. The Lieutenant jumped to the side out of instinct, expecting a blow to land where he was, only to turn and see that it hadn't even moved from where it stood. "In return for your co-operation, I will give you this as well as providing one of your operatives with enough experience to operate it, including the weapons that you now see on it…"

"And what do you want from us?"

"A ceasefire… a broadcasted signal to lay down your arms for six months, no more and no less… after that, our agreement ends and you can do whatever you want"

"I cannot expect my men to stand down for that long with only the payment of a robot…"

"Then how does taking down the SDC sound…"

The Lieutenant's eyes widened and he slowly and reluctantly let go of his weapon, holding it to his side.

"I'm listening…"

[2 days later…]

Five figures sat around a table in the corner of one of Vale's backwater bars, various drinks sitting ono the table in front of them. They were talking in hushed tones, easily drowned out by the scrabble of the rest of the occupants, although they didn't speak as though it needed to be secret, just that it was easier if they spoke quietly.

"So, when is Demon getting back?" queried one of them, her long golden hair flowing down her back and twin bracers easily visible on the oaken table as she held a large stein of beer. Yang Xiao Long hadn't been to a bar for quite some time and honestly had forgotten the greatness of drinking the night away, although this night was arguably more important than her other drunken ventures.

It had been two months since the fall of Beacon and one since she found her thought-to-be-dead brother and Tempest, her boyfriend, although during that time she hadn't been able to do much other than making some adjustments to her combat style, compliments of the Pilots and their spare gear. She had chosen to leave the newer additions to her arsenal back at home and had chosen to wear her old outfit from back when they had taken down the Atlesian Paladin and nearly caught Torchwick.

"He said he'd be back when he's sorted stuff out with the White Fang" answered the only other girl, Kira, in between swigs of her smaller drink, a large sniper rifle propped up on the seat next to her, showcasing a large blade that ran across its length and the .908 calibre rounds that it chambered.

"Well that was an hour ago, it shouldn't take that long to threaten them into compliance!" complained Yang, taking a large swig of her stein and draining most of it.

"I don't think his plan was to threaten them, rather to make sure it was mutual agreeance…" explained the boy next to her, Tempest. He sat with his feet up on the wooden table and massive stein almost double the size of Yang's… and doubly empty. The handles of his two shotguns poked over his shoulders, Hellraisers, while the light glinted off the large knife blades that ran along the top of the barrels. He didn't bother to change his gear so he was still wearing his pilot body armour with his helmet resting on the table beside his legs, doing nothing to cover the almost permanent grin that seemed to cover his face.

"You'd expect him to be able to do all this shit in like a day or so with that broken semblance of his…" interrupted another at the table. Josh Dakkery, his normal golden body armour forgone for wearing a green hoodie and blue jeans, a pair of sunglasses kept over his eyes despite the low lighting of the club.

"We could always use the tracking chip that I implanted on his armour…" put in one of the others, Markus this time. The team's resident scientist and researcher had been busy over the last two months, at the request of Josh, with this outing being one of the few he had been able to steal in this time. He wore a casual grey jumper and brown cargo shorts, although the large robotic hand was not covered, the man fiddling with a complex looking graph at the current moment.

"Five lien says he's already found it…" Tempest put in, smiling as after a few moments Markus frowned and handed over the specified bet.

Just as they were about to continue, the doors to the bar were shoved open by just the man they were looking for… Demon. He shouldered through them without much effort and went up to the barmaid that was serving the drinks, placing an order and paying before he made his way over to the table. Kira moved her sniper rifle, newly dubbed Silent Reaper, over to the side and let him take a seat next to the group.

"So… how'd it go?" asked Yang as he sat down, not giving him even a second of rest. He groaned as he did and grabbed her stein, drinking a bit before she could react and putting it down after she punched him in the side.

"We've got the White Fang on board, how did you guys go on your end?"

"The Atlesian Military already secured us a transport to Atlas in the coming days, we've been given the go-ahead to jump on any military frigates we want to" Markus reported, bringing up a file on his screen and showing it to Demon, receiving a nod of appreciation then going back to what he was doing before.

"We got Junior on our side, although I'm sure he's just doing it so I don't wreck his club again…" Yang reported, taking another swig of her beer and wiping her mouth.

"Well that's better than I expected, we've got just about everything we need… so how'd you go with your stuff Tempest?"

"I still don't get why you're making me talk to your bloody army, can't you just do it yourself?"

"For one… she scares the shit out of me and I need someone to keep tabs on them while I do things around here!"

"What are you even talking about?" interrupted Kira, breaking the two's conversation. They both went quite for a few seconds until Demon came up with something.

"Well, I managed to hack a couple of the Atlesian knights from the attack and got them up and running again, I'm just getting Tempest to check on them every once in a while, to see that they're fine"

"Sure… so what's the plan now, we practically have the entirety of Vale under our control, what exactly are we going to do with that power?" asked Yang, finishing off her stein and passing it to the barmaid as she walked past. Tempest's eyes glazed over and he spoke before anyone else had the chance.

"All that's left is to call ourselves the Black Knights and rename Demon as Zero and then we've got ourselves a perfect set-up to overthrow a person that basically controls one third of the planet!"

(Cookie for anyone who gets the reference)

As normal, everyone ignored his slightly insane antics and Demon answered with the actual plan.

"As I've said before, you guys head to Mistral and help Ruby and the others finish up with whatever they need while I bring RWBY back together…"

"How come I don't go and get the others! They're in my team anyway!" Yang complained, being silenced when Demon just gave her a blank stare in return.

"Right now, Salem and Cinder think I'm dead so when they find that you're trying to bring RWBY back together then she'll try and end you while I'm a bit more inconspicuous, on top of that I doubt you'll be able to find either of them, as well as the fact that Ruby needs a badass to help her out when she tries to take down the big bads… plus, I don't want to face Rosaline when she finds out I'm alive"

Yang just replied with an 'are you shitting me' look before just accepting the fact, deciding to move the conversation to another topic.

"So where exactly did you put that pint-sized, ice-cream assassin?" she asked, sounding like it was more of an order than a question. After Demon had found out the true identity of the girl, thanks to his mother, he decided that he would be a bit lenient with her case as well, given that he was literally the boyfriend of an IMC grunt. He had confronted her with the information and she had originally tried to run, until Demon proved to her that he wasn't going to hand her in or anything, he just wanted answers. She explained her situation to him, all the while as he looked for any signs of lying or anything, then when she was finished, he decided to give her two options.

He would give her free passage to Vacuo and let her start a new life… or she could stay with them and help them take back Vale and take down Salem… and you might be able to guess which one she chose. The reason for his lenience was the rather touching story that she had told of her entire involvement with Cinder in the first place.

She had been taken in by Torchwick while she was only 8 and homeless on the streets, being introduced to the life of crime, not by the man himself but rather when she began working in an underground gambling ring for money. A gang of thugs had broken in and threatened the owner, letting her discover her… knack for killing. Soon after, Torchwick had to hide her from the other gangs as revenge for the killings, until he made the mistake of beginning to work for Cinder when she offered protection for the ice-cream girl.

They performed robberies and the like for her, Neo staying out of it for the first part until Torchwick was nearly caught by RWBY after they took down the Paladin he was in. She forced herself to take on the mentality of a sadist while she was on the job just so that they would begin to fear her as well as the man with the cane. It was when she was moments from killing Yang that she truly began considering what she was doing. If she didn't kill the girl then she risked being cut loose from Cinder and losing the power she had, then again, she didn't want to end an innocent person's life.

She thanked whatever god was out there when Raven showed up, using it as an excuse to get out of there. She was scolded greatly after that, both for the fact that the Breach failed and that Torchwick was captured. She was given the chance to redeem herself when Cinder gave her the opportunity to rescue him from the Atlesian Cruiser he was being held on and turn the Atlesian robots against the defenders… although it wasn't her plan to go through with it.

After much argument with Torchwick, they decided to go through with the plan and they released the virus, breaking the firewalls and watching in horror as they turned on the defenders of the academy. Once Ruby showed up and opened her parasol to make her fly off, she only had time to look back and see Roman being swallowed by a Gryphon.

Once Torchwick died, she literally lost the only person that meant anything in her life. She barely realised it when Rosaline caught her and brought her back to the ground, dropping her off and instructing her to evacuate. She just managed to make it to the evacuation zone before she broke down, going into hiding before Cinder realised she was alive. Once she thought it was safe, she travelled back to Beacon and found the Gryphon nest, slaughtering each and every one of them until she found the one that had eaten him, being surprise to find that only his hat and cane were left in perfect condition.

And that leaves us where they were now.

"Ummm… I left her to do the cleaning with Jaeger…"

"You made her work!" Kira exclaimed, giving him a death glare until he explained.

"She offered… plus she has like an infinite supply of Neopolitan ice-cream there and she doesn't drink… it was either coming here and dealing with Yang or doing a couple of jobs back in the warehouse… plus I made Jaeger do most the work himself.

"How did you bribe him into doing that?" Josh asked, not at all wondering why the narcissist agreed to actually do work when he was literally the laziest person when it came to doing things.

"He seemed surprisingly keen after I said that he'd be by himself and that Neo would be dropping in later… I wonder why?"

[Back at the warehouse with Jaeger and Neo]

"You know, it's a great thing that you don't interrupt me or anything, it's hard to find someone who appreciates my sheer perfection" Jaeger spoke, straining to make his voice heard over the drone of a vacuum cleaner, one that he was using to keep the warehouse floor clean of dust and any other obstructions.

Neo was sitting with her legs crossover over one another on top of one of the large stacks of pylons in a corner, parasol over her back and a bucket of ice-cream held in her grasp. She was silently watching the Pilot clean the majority of the entire warehouse, laughing on the inside at his antics… and choice of clothing.

He was going about his business in the weirdest of outfits, being a French maid costume, which she didn't even bother to question where he had got it from, let alone why he was wearing it. When she tilted her head in confusion when she first saw him in it, he only replied with 'it accentuates my curves…', to which she nearly collapsed on the floor in a laughing fit.

Then again, she didn't mind… watching a man clean an entire warehouse in a French maid outfit certainly made for an interesting day.

"So, did I miss anything?" he asked as the vacuum cleaner powered down and he leant against a wall to rest. Neo hummed for a bit before poking a finger at the fridge… and the massive trail of melted ice-cream that led to where she was sitting. Jaeger just sighed and got to work again… strangely enough whistling to himself.

Neo just laughed on the inside again and got back to doing the work Demon had told her to do… ensuring that at least one corner of the warehouse was covered in melted ice-cream…