Yes this was heavily inspired by dishwasherultimate1910's fanart of Salem and the generals. In the event that he updates it with more lore, I may decide to go with it or go in the direction I intended.

RWBY Volume 6 Spoilers ahead so be careful now.

She emerged from the flames, striding towards the man lying on the ground before her. She was once...happy to see him again. But now...now, it doesn't matter to her anymore. She had trusted him from the moment he freed her from the tower. And look at where that had gotten her. When he died, she was lost. She did what she thought would bring him back by asking the gods. When that failed, she didn't think she would ever see him again...that she would walk this earth alone for the rest of time. She thought it was some sort of miracle that he was still alive. They could have been together again. They could have been happy. They could have been free. But no, she should have known. He was only back to do the gods' bidding. Those damn gods. He probably didn't even love her anymore.

Just look at him. Trying to crawl away from her, as if that would allow him to escape her retribution. Her wrath. Her foot bumped into something, but she ignored it, her eyes seeing almost nothing but red...and him. How pitiful. He could have been a god with her.

Once she reached him, she kicked him over so he could face her. So he could see and feel her wrath before she ended him. He looked so weak, just like when he had died all those millennia ago.

"We finally had freedom," she seethed, her hand lighting up with fire.

Ozma, her once beloved, breathed heavily to try and recover. "I-"

No.

She would not let him try to trick her. Not anymore. She unleashed the flames onto his body, rendering his body to ashes. Then again, it was never his body to begin with. He had just been inhabiting a stranger's body all this time. The thought of having been tricked by him pushes her over the edge and she lets out an angered cry before finally stopping the flames.

When the smoke cleared, there is not a single trace of Ozma. She stares at the singed ground before her, panting angrily. No matter what happens, no matter whose body he finds himself in, she will do everything in her power to watch him burn.

As she started walking away, her foot bumped into the object again, and only then did she stop to look. She picked up the small object and turned it over, taking in its tattered remains. It was a little stuffed animal, hand-made because he believed in the simpler things. Plus, he had made it with…

She started, realizing what was wrong. In her wrath-filled mind, she had completely disregarded the four little girls. Her four little girls. She rushed back towards the rubble, hoping she would at least find one of them. She threw rocks to the side frantically and froze when she saw the pool of blood. She hesitated, not knowing if she'd regret her decision to uncover this last...piece of rubble.

"...M...mommy?" No. No. Salem summoned as much of her magic as she could to lift all the rocks in her immediate vicinity, hoping beyond hope that-

It took her almost everything to resist dropping said rocks in shock. A mere five feet away from her were her children - her little girls. The eldest had tried to protect her siblings and so was dealt with not only the rubble, but also the brunt of her battle with Ozma. Her once blonde hair was a sickening orange as blood oozed from a cut on her head. Her arm was completely mangled, most likely from the rubble crushing it.

Salem tossed the rocks to the side as she knelt beside her eldest, dearest Juniper. She wrinkled her nose at the strong smell of burning skin and she could already tell she was too late the moment she held Juniper in her hands.

"Mo...mmy…" That's right, it had been someone else that called to her. Her eyes scanned the area, finally seeing the green dress. She delicately placed Juniper back down and rushed over to her youngest, Lily.

"Mommy's here…" Salem knelt down, doing her best to not look at the gaping hole that was Lily's abdomen. How she was still alive at this moment was beyond Salem.

"Mommy...it...hurts. How do I stop it from hurting?" Tears ran down Lily's face as she coughed up more blood. Salem then noticed Lily's hand clutching someone else's. She followed the arm to the owner and saw the pink dress. Kyra's favorite color. Her little sunshine. Salem closed her eyes briefly, trying to not notice that Kyra was missing her lower body. But where was…

That's right. During her fight with Ozma, Salem noticed Ember trying to run out of the corner of her eye. While Juniper, Lily, and Kyra stuck together, Ember had tried to find an escape. And that attempt put her in the crossfires of their fight. But they had been so focused on each other that they didn't even hear Ember's screams.

"Mommy…"

"I'm here, Lily. What do you need?"

"Why...?" She never finished her question. Lily's hand went slack and a maroon cloth fell out of her hand, all that was left of Ember.

Salem sat there in mute silence. For how long, who knows? All she could think about was that she was alone. Again.

Lily's last word was a question: why? Indeed. Why did he betray her? Why did he make her think he was on her side? Why did she believe him? Why? Why? Why?

She gently placed her youngest daughter down and walked towards the end of the rubble, feeling rage consume her again. She tried to calm herself, but she could feel her hands shaking with anger.

She let out a guttural cry of fury and unleashed her powers on the landscape near her.

Salem blinked. What used to be her home and the surrounding forestry was now a barren wasteland. Spires jutted out of the ground throughout the area and dark puddles were everywhere. It looked almost like…

As if on cue, the puddle closest to Salem began bubbling and a claw emerged from the liquid. Almost similar to when she had tried to kill herself in the God of Darkness's pool, something emerged, growling.

The Beowolf shook off the liquid and stared directly at Salem. As Salem prepared to defend herself, it bowed to her. She looked around, finally noticing that all of the Grimm around her were doing the same.

She relaxed, a smirk beginning to form on her lips…

She could get used to this.

Salem walked through the main room of her once large and lavish home, looking around the rubble before her. Thinking for a moment, she raised a hand. Pieces of the rubble rose and she crafted them into a table and chairs. She recovered what she could and placed them throughout the large room. She stacked books upon books on the table. She'd take care of them later. She settled into the throne-like chair at the end of the table, steepling her fingers together on the table. She sat there, motionless, for a couple moments, trying to decide on her next course of action.

She could start hunting down the relics, but she doubted even Ozma knew where they were. It could take years - no, centuries - to find even the first relic. But she must. Mankind is weak. They need guidance and she will be their guiding light.

She scowled when she heard sounds outside the window. The Beowolves were getting restless. She needed someone to control these creatures first as they were the most volatile of the Grimm she had. It seems she'll need generals for her Grimm. She stood up from her chair, seemingly gliding towards the window behind her. She looked out at the bubbling puddles as more Grimm continued to emerge. There was a ledge in front of her and she knew underneath it was the largest puddle. She wondered briefly if it was the same pool that she had tried to end her life in. Nonetheless, that will be her determining factor if her generals are fit for the task at hand.

If they die, so be it. They were clearly unfit for the role if they couldn't even survive the transformation.

She glanced back at the table, her eyes lingering on a small little book...a fairy tale she used to read to her precious Lily...the Spring, the bright and happy child of her family. She smirked.

What better person to control her wolves than Little Red Riding Hood?

I may or may not add worldbuilding notes to explain what may appear to be inconsistencies in future chapters.

The one for this chapter are the four girls' names and the aftermath of Salem vs. Ozpin. Of course there is still a lot still unconfirmed as of this writing (12/16/2018) so my friends and I had some creative freedom.

I'd like to thank my friends for proofreading and helping me bounce ideas around. Y'all make this writing process fun.