Chapter: 1

AN: Ok, this is my first time doing something like this so I'll just cut to the chase seeing as you are here to read the story you found.

1) Single air quotes that are italicized like 'word' will mean thoughts

Double air quotes like "word" will mean actual spoken words

2) My inspiration to make this story came from the amazing and extremely helpful words from fellow fanfic writer DeceiveroftheGods. He writes amazing RWBY fanfics and you should definitely go check out his work (although he will be slowing down his chapter output so don't chew him out for not getting chapters out quickly).

3) I do not; I repeat DO NOT own RWBY or any of the other characters or people I reference throughout my story. The only thing I claim as my own, is this story and MY OC, Sam Singe

Now that all that is out of the way, lets get to the story already.

This story takes place the day before the first episode, but after the events of Yang's intro.

As Sam Singe woke up at 6 in the morning as he always does, thanks to the morning workouts he used to be forced to do courtesy of his family friends. He swung his feet out from under the covers of his bed and instinctively grabbed the roll of white gauze on the nightstand next to his bed and began wrapping himself up as he does every morning as apart of his morning ritual that he has grown accustomed to. Sam's reasoning for doing this is because he refuse to wear a t-shirt under the chest armor that he wears, and he doesn't like to wear the chest armor on its own because it tends to cling to his skin, and after some time, eventually pull on his skin causing pain and discomfort. As Sam finished up wrapping himself, he looked into the large mirror on the left side to his room to make sure that he hadn't messed up at any point while wrapping himself up.

Once Sam had confirmed that he had indeed wrapped himself in the correct manner, which causes the wrapping to appear like a Kevlar vest made of gauze, 'perfect, just like always' he thought while looking at how he'd wrapped himself. The next step in his morning ritual would be to get his personal grooming taken care of, and getting himself dressed for the special day today.

Once he entered the bathroom that was attached to the right side of his room via a wooden door he began brushing his teeth halfheartedly as his focus was diverted to his long and smooth black hair that he realized was loosely moving around whenever he tilted his head. The reason being because it had not been tied back in its usual ponytail by the piece of black silk ribbon he had used since his hair got to a length where the silk could be used. Once he finished brushing his teeth he rinsed his mouth out with what would be considered cold water to most of Hell's residences, but to Sam the water was considered warm at the least. When he'd finished rinsing his mouth he took a long look at his reflection in the bathroom's mirror.

"Man if it weren't for the pattern of this gauze I definitely couldn't tell where my skin started or where the gauze began," Sam said to himself with a hint of laughter in his voice. Upon examination of Sam Singe, one could see that his skin color was extremely white, almost bordering the color of snow. Even while most of Hell's denizens found Sam's white skin to be unnatural and unbefitting of a true devil, Sam couldn't care what they thought. To Sam, his skin and hair color were a few of the many ways he resembled his deceased mother, May, who, unknown to all those who inhabited Hell besides the family friends…was not a devil, but rather a human from a place his father called Remnant. This made Sam the first person to be born half human and half devil, or according to both Sam and his dad a Devilarc (pronounced as the words devil and arc combined together).

"I bet if these eyes of mine looked more like mom's, nobody on Remnant would think I'm part devil," he said questioningly. What Sam had said is true, while his mother had light brown eyes; Sam's eyes were entirely black just like his fathers. While most Sam's family friends thought that Sam was ashamed of his human heritage for the things it did to his body. Sam actually embraces his heritage, so much as to the point that when one of the family friends asked if he could have been born as a full-fledged human or as a full-fledged devil, Sam would simply reply that he would rather stay as a Devilarc than become one or the other.

As Sam would say "I can do things that I wouldn't be able to do if I was purely one race," but Sam's race in it of itself was a double-edged sword that cut both ways. While what Sam said is true, there are also things he cannot do because his heritages conflict with each other.

With Sam being half devil, he is incapable of generating an aura to protect him; he is also unable to have a semblance because both of those two things require the person to have a soul, which Sam being a devil and all restrict him from having. Sam being half human also causes restrictions to what he would have as a full-fledged devil. The two things that his human heritage doesn't allow him to have are his devil plating which would protect his body from most forms of harm. The other thing is his devil horns, which is the most important and noticeable features of someone born from two devils, which he doesn't have due to his mother being a human, and not a devil.

'Ehhh, what can you do,' Sam thought to himself as he brushed off the thoughts of what he can and can't do and proceeded to go back into his room to grab the silk ribbon he uses to tie his hair back.

"Now, where are you you little piece of- oh, there you are," Sam said as he was looking around his room for where he had taken of the silk ribbon he uses, only to find it under his pillow. "Why were you under there," he asked his black ribbon, as if it could respond to as why it was under his pillow when it was really under there because HE put it there when he had sleepily taken it off the night before and simply forgot to put it under his gauze.

Once Sam tied his hair back into a ponytail that kept it contained he began to put his clothes on. First, Sam grabbed his black flame retardant dress pants that fit him perfectly and slid them on, next came his black flame retardant oxfords that were reinforced so they would be able to dish out a beating if need be and put them on, Sam then looked into his large mirror to see himself stand tall at six feet four inches. However, the oxfords he wore did give him a one-inch boost to his height, but to Sam it didn't really make a difference. "Alright, now for my chest ar-… WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CHEST ARMOR!" Sam said calmly before he began yelling out as the chest armor he received from family friend Mercer Frey or as he referred to him, Mr. Frey, was missing from the torso mannequin Sam uses to hold the chest armor. (The chest armor is the Thieves Guild chest armor from The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim in complete black and minus the entire left arm sleeve and shoulder pads)

As soon as Sam exited his room via shoulder bashing the large wooden door that lead to a hallway, he looked down the left side of the hallway and saw no one. With only one other side of the hallway to look down he quickly turned around only to see another one of his family's many friends The Grim Reaper or as Sam addressed him, Mr. Grim. "MR. GRIM do-" Sam cut himself off as he noticed that The Grim Reaper didn't have his traditional tattered black hood that covered his skull on. In fact, it wasn't even attached to the black robe that he used to cover the rest of… whatever he had below his neck. The area of his robe where his hood was had cut marks, as if someone cut his hood off and took it.

"Mr. Grim, what happened to your hood!?" Sam asked worriedly, as he knew The Grim Reaper never really took off his hood, so to see it completely missing worried Sam immensely. "Don't worry young child… Mercer Frey has it," replied The Grim Reaper in his raspy voice that seemed to stretch out every single word he said.

'Mr. Frey… MY CHEST ARMOR!' Sam mentally screamed, once he remembered why he was in the hallway, technically shirtless, in the first place. "Mr. Grim, do you know who has my chest armor!?" Sam spoke, in a way that bordered screaming, as he was worried about what had happened to his emotionally valuable chest armor.

"Young child, calm yourself… Mercer Frey has both my hood and your chest armor that you hold so dearly," The Grim Reaper responded, in the same way he previously spoke to Sam.

'Why does Mr. Frey have my chest armor, I know that he was the one who gifted it to me but… why?" Sam thought to himself calmly, knowing that the person who had his chest armor that he cherished so dearly was the person who gave it to him as a gift. "Mr. Grim, where is Mr. Frey?" Sam asked, in a tone that almost sounded like he was demanding.

"That is actually why I have come to your room young one…" The Grim Reaper replied, in a tone that seemed to be slightly quicker than his normal speed for speech.

"Huh, why?" Sam wondered, quite clueless as he was trying to figure out why Mercer Frey had sent The Grim Reaper to come get him from his room.

"…Mercer Frey and I have decided to give you a gift, seeing as you this is a special day for you… now, if you will follow me, I shall take you to where Mercer Frey is… along with your gift from the two of us," The Grim Reaper simply gestured with his hand for Sam to follow him after he spoke to him.

"Alright" Sam said, as he began to follow The Grim Reaper.

'At least I know where my chest armor is,' Sam thought to himself, as he felt slightly enlightened as to what happened to his chest armor.

As the two came to a stop outside one of the many unmarked rooms where Sam's family and his family friends lived, Sam still could understand as to why Mercer Frey had Sam's chest armor.

'Why does Mr. Frey have my chest armor and Mr. Grim's tattered hood,' Sam thought to himself, not being able to piece to the two things together.

Upon knocking on the door, Sam was told to come inside from Mercer Frey, who was behind the door. As Sam opened the door for The Grim Reaper, allowing him to go in first, Sam then entered the room to see that Mercer Frey was hunched over a table apparently sewing something, as Sam was able to see a spool of black thread next to a sewing needle.

"Umm, not to be rude Mr. Frey, but why do you have my chest armor and Mr. Grim's hood?" Sam asked, unsure as to why Mercer Frey would have those two items.

"Ah, good to see you young lad. As I'm sure Grim over here told ya. We decided to get you a gift seeing as today you're moving on up to… oh what was that place called again…"

"Remnant, Mercer Frey," The Grim Reaper said, answering Mercer Frey's question.

"Thanks Grim. As you already know, I gave you your chest armor as a symbol that you've passed my training," Mercer Frey said, in his slightly raspy voice.

"Yes, I understand that Mr. Frey," Sam said, still unsure as to why he had taken Sam's chest armor.

"Well, Grim here decided to get you a gift as well. Seeing that you've completed Grim's scythe training, he decided to get you a gift as well, namely, that hood of his that he seemed to never be able to part with… well, up until today at least," Mercer Frey said with his back still turned to Sam and The Grim Reaper.

"Okaaay… but what does that have to do with my chest armor?" Sam asked, unsure of what The Grim Reaper's hood had to do with his chest armor.

"It means that I'm attaching his tattered hood to that chest armor I gave you a while ago," Mercer Frey responded in a tone that seemed like he was rushing to finish up, as if he had somewhere to be.

"Look I've got pressing matters to attend to. Grim, could you explain to Sam here what we did to his chest armor, I've got to go now. I'll see you later Sam, good luck in Remnant," Mercer Frey all but yelled as he began running out of the room and off to wherever he was headed.

Acknowledging what Mercer Frey had said to him as he was running off, The Grim Reaper moved over to the table that Sam's new chest armor was on and picked it up before showing the modifications that Mercer Frey had made to it.

The Grim Reaper began explaining to Sam what they had done to his chest armor. "Young child, as you now know, the reason for the absence of my hood is because I had talked to Mercer Frey last night regarding whether or not he would be able to attach my hood to your chest armor. When I had found Mercer Frey, he was already working on adding a few more pieces of leather padding to the inside of your chest armor. Since he was already adding a few more things to your chest armor I asked him if he would be able to add my hood to your chest armor as well, to which he replied yes. The only differences that have been made to your chest armor, is the addition of my hood, and the extra leather padding that Mercer Frey had carefully added, as to not hinder the overall weight of the chest armor. Now, with all that being said, try it on."

Upon hearing what the two family friends had done to his chest armor, Sam immediately grabbed his chest armor from The Grim Reaper and slid it over the white gauze that wrapped his torso. Sam noticed that the sleeve for his entire left arm was still missing, effectively exposing his somewhat muscular white arm. This was the only part of his body that he was ok with leaving exposed for… special reasons. Sam then remembered that he also had to stuff his lengthy, tied hair under the chest armor but above the wrappings as to keep it from getting in his way, and to keep himself shrouded in mystery for when he went to Remnant. Sam could feel the extra padding that Mercer Frey had put into his chest armor, but it didn't seem to have any effect on his mobility. When Sam remembered that Mercer Frey had sewed The Grim Reaper's hood onto his chest armor he grabbed the hood with both hands and slid it over the exposed back part of his head, effectively covering up any exposed parts of his hair.

Sam then turned around to look at himself in the large mirror that was apart of the rule that every room in the family's house had. After admiring how he looked with the tattered hood on Sam turned to face The Grim Reaper and bowed while exclaiming "thank you very much for this gift Mr. Grim."

"Think nothing of it young one, consider it… a gift, from me to you. Now, I believe you still have some packing to do, as well as putting one last article of your attire before you head off."

Sam was confused as to what The Grim Reaper had said regarding Sam missing an article of clothing, until he felt his face and noticed that the most important article of his attire, his black bulletproof metal mask constructed from the tough metals of Hell… was missing. The second Sam realized that his mask was missing from his face he began running back to his room as his face felt vulnerable without his mask over it. The only thing that Sam could think of currently was 'MASK, MASK, MASK' as he treasured that mask almost as much as he treasured his mother.

As soon as he re-entered his room he saw his mask laying on the nightstand next to his roll of gauze. Walking over to where his mask was, Sam lowered his tattered hood so that he would be able to properly put his mask on. His mask was fairly simple to put on, as it had a single strap that was measured to fit snugly around the back of his head keeping it in place so it wouldn't move while Sam moved around. Once Sam had pulled his hood over his head again he noticed that the tattered parts of it barely came over the top of his mask so it wouldn't obstruct his vision, upon putting his hood on, Sam pushed a small button on the mask around the left side of his jaw.

This button converted all the words Sam said from his naturally smooth voice to extremely robotic void of all emotion or pitch, causing him to lose any sign of gender he would have from his voice. Sam put this function into his mask as it helped keep him a tad bit safer within the line of work he did on Remnant. "Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3… perfect," he said, once he had confirmed that the voice modifier function on his mask was indeed working like it should be. Sam decided to leave it on as it was easier that turning it off and on when he did and did not need it.

"Alright, now to finish that packing I started yesterday."

Once Sam looked into his large bag that resembled a gym bag he noticed that the only thing actually missing from it were the two rolls of white gauze that he would be taking. The other clothes that he was taking, mainly black dress shirts and pants were already inside his bag.

Before Sam would forget, he opened his nightstand to grab his scroll and wallet, which he only uses when he's on Remnant. He put them each into their own pouch from the three pouches that ran across his chest thanks to the chest armor he wore.

As much as Sam would like to call the few friends he had to tell them he was coming to Remnant to stay on a more permanent stay, minus the moments he needed to go back Hell for family reasons; He couldn't, all he would get from trying to call them would be an extremely annoying, and slightly painful static sound coming from his scroll, as the service on his scroll doesn't work across dimensions.

All Sam had to do now was just zip up his bag and throw it over his back to carry it and begin walking to meet his father and the court mages who would be creating the portal for Sam to go to Remnant.

"Well, goodbye old room, I won't be seeing you for sometime now."

As Sam opened the large wooden door to dining hall he was greeted to the sight of the court mages huddled together in a circle, and his father, Satan, talking to the mages. "I told you people that I wanted this portal up and ready to go for when my son gets here. Get to work NOW!" Sam's father aggressively spoke. He then began to rub his temples as the job the mages were doing was subpar to what they had done in the past.

"Morning Dad, how are you doing today?"

At the sound of those words, Sam's father immediately turned around and began walking towards his only son and said "Sam." Sam's father wore wine red kings attire that accentuated his red devil skin and blood red horns as he was a full-fledged devil. While he only stood at six feet tall and was shorter than his own son, that didn't stop him from gaining the power to rule all of Hell, he was Satan after all, and to try and overthrow him would only get you sent to one of two work camps ran by Hitler or Stalin, two of his many family friends. While Sam's father does sound like a horrible person for having work camps in Hell, they are actually inhabited by the most chaotic devils that think they can cause havoc and get away with it without any form of punishment. All Sam's father wants, is to rule his land in peace and prosperity, the denizens of Hell understand this too, so most if not all of them simply stay out of trouble because they don't want to end up at one of the work camps and slave away for most or all of their life.

" I'm doing fine today Sam, although I still worry about you going to Remnant by yourself… but enough about me. How are you this fine and most special day?"

"I am doing great dad, I received a present from Mr. Grim and Mr. Frey this morning."

"Ah that is true, I remember hearing that those two had a plan for your present on the day that you go away."

"Dad, while I will be gone for some time I will always come back here from time to time, as this is my homeland. Speaking of me going away, are the preparations ready yet?"

"Yes, the preparations should be ready so-" Sam's father was cut off by a loud whirring sound that came from the portal that the court mages just managed to create. "Well, it would seem that your ride to Remnant is ready for you," Sam's father told Sam, quite impressed that the court mages were able to create the portal so fast. Sam simply nodded his head as he was looking at a vortex of blue fire, which was the portal.

"Now Sam, I only have two things to tell you before you leave for Remnant. One, what it is that you are going to go and attempt to accomplish in Remnant? Two, I want you to do a complete weapons and tools check to make sure all your weapons and tools are functional, I am not sending you into that world if your weapons and tools are not completely functional."

"I am going to Remnant to apply to a combat school called Beacon so I may become a Huntsmen, I heard all about these things the last time I was on Remnant completing what I would call… 'assignments'… hehe," Sam responded with a slight chuckle at the end of his response, as he found the act of using a code word to cover up his true actions funny.

As soon as Sam finished his chuckle, he began to summon each of his weapons and tools individually and then return them to the invisible field of Hellfire that coated his body. He did this to make sure that each one functioned like they should, because the probably of needing anyone of these weapons or tools in Remnant was very high.

Once he finished summoning and returning the last of his weapons and tools, Sam noticed that his dad held out a pack of devil cigarettes that his father knew Sam liked to have whenever he went to Remnant. They looked similar to the human version of cigarettes but the devil cigarettes were wrapped in red paper versus the white papered ones they had on Remnant. The effects of devil cigarettes were actually different in a few ways from the human cigarettes. For one, the devil cigarettes were non-addictive and did not cause problems in the lungs like their human counterparts. Secondly, while someone with a devil's heritage can smoke a devil cigarette and only get a calming effect that soothes ones nerves, the effect would be completely different if a human was to smoke one.

Apparently the effects from just one puff of a devil cigarette could cause a human to pass out due to the extremely calming effect it has on the human body. The smell of the smoke that came from both cigarettes however, was the same, so somebody could easily think that Sam is smoking a human cigarette versus the devil cigarette that he actually was having.

Once Sam took the pack of devil cigarettes or "smokes" as he liked to call them, he put the pack into the last pouch he had on the last of the three pouches that he had on his chest armor. As Sam waved goodbye to his dad he began walking towards the vortex of blue flames that was the portal he would be using to get to Remnant. Sam looked to clock behind him so he could see what time it was so he could add twelve hours as that was the time shift from Hell to Remnant.

"7 in the morning is it, alright, sounds like I'm going to get into Remnant around 7 in the afternoon… perfect timing."

As Sam entered the vortex of blue flames, he could feel himself getting lighter and lighter. After a few seconds of this feeling, Sam was shot up at an angle that sent him into directly to Remnant, where he could continue a part of his life that he had put on hold for some time.

REMNANT: 7 aclock in the afternoon

In a random alley in downtown Vale a blue pentagram could slowly be seen being created on the ground. When the pentagram was completed one could see that the center of said pentagram began becoming filled with a blue light, once the entire pentagram was filled, small blue wisps of fire could be seen coming off of the ground where the pentagram was and feint screaming that grew louder could be heard coming from the pentagram.

"Aaaaahhhhhh…huh. Ouch… dammit, that has got to be the worst portal I have ever been through out of all the times I've come here. Well, at least on the bright side, it looks like I'm in Vale, albeit in an alleyway, but Vale nonetheless."

While Sam picked himself and his bag off of the ground he noticed that he could hear his actual voice, upon hearing his actual voice he quickly pressed the small button on his mask so that his voice modifier would begin working again. The last thing he would need is for someone to hear his actual voice. Sam didn't have a problem with how his voice sounded, he had a problem with a human or faunus figuring out who or what he was. With his head, voice, and body mostly covered, nobody could be able to identify what he was. His reason for being so cautious around people, comes from the bad people he has meet so far on his multiple times on Remnant, Sam had learned that the only way he could trust someone here would be to spend a certain amount of time with the person he was deciding whether or not to trust.

Once he established a trust with the person Sam would have very little to almost no problem telling the person who and what he was. From the few people that Sam has trusted in his time traveling around Remnant for his… assignment. He is slowly becoming less cautious around humans and faunus, even though all five of the friends he had made were human, he didn't have a problem with faunus. He hadn't made any faunus friends because he hadn't come across many faunus during the times he came to Remnant. However, Sam was planning to change that as soon as he got into Beacon… once he found a way to get himself admitted to Beacon.

'Better find some place to crash for the nig- oh, that was easy,' Sam thought to himself as he had luckily been teleported into an alleyway next to a hotel that he had stayed multiple times during his previous time on Remnant. As Sam began walking up to the front desk he asked himself mentally 'I wonder if the people here remember me?'

His question was soon answered by the young and excited front desk lady named Mary. "S, welcome back. Here is the key to your usual room. I have alerted the staff to not disturb you under any circumstances, will you be needing anything else while you stay here?"

Impressed by her ability to know how he likes his stay at the hotel that he hasn't been to in some time, Sam simply replied "No, that sounds great Mary, but only charge me for one night, I won't be here for very long."

"Of course S, I will charge you for only one night." She then typed the correct charge for the stay into computer behind the desk. She the asked Sam again, "will you be needing anything else during your stay here S?"

"Hmmm, oh, do you know of any nearby convenience stores that are currently open?"

"Yes S, the closest one is actually right next door to this hotel on your right once you exit the building. Will you be needing anything else?"

"Thank you very much Mary, just have someone take my bag here to my room, I will let you know if I need anything else. I'm just going to head over to that convenience store to look around and maybe grab some things."

"Very well S, I will have someone take your bag to your room immediately. Good luck on your search and be safe S."

Sam simply waved thank you to Mary as he walked through the lobby and out of the hotel, he then took a look around the area of Vale he was in before thinking 'well, so far things are looking good. Now all I need to do is get into Beacon and check out this convenience store, so far… things are looking good'

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