Gods Among Us, A RWBY Fanfiction
Summary;
Nineteen years. Nineteen years before RWBY canon, a story begins. One encapsulating all of Remnant, where the three dominant species will learn to work together. Grimm, Fauna, and Humans. Behind this story is a man, beyond comprehension, beyond death itself. Orchestrating this story, three individuals meet. Ariad Greyhound, an assassin with a mouth like a sailor and lethality to match; Brafez Rasputin, battle monk of the religious organisation known as the Sect, hell-bent on exterminating every last Grimm off the face of Remnant, he is calm, collected, and can be fiery when he wants to; And Pandora Ragnorök, a Barsküld Grimm with the ability to change into human form and a fuck-happy nympho.
When they meet a story is created, one that shall span generations. In each other they will find friendship, and perhaps something more. Yet is this a natural occurrence, or is there something far larger going on in the background? And if there is something more, who is the mastermind? A gentleman such as myself, with extraordinary power? Perhaps.
Follow the adventures of Ariad, Brafez, and Pandora as they fight to change the world(or, in reality, kill a huge-ass Grimm), starting with the "Borne of Ashes" arc.
Disclaimer; I don't own anything except for my characters(of which there are many), and everything else belongs to their respective owners. (RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, references belong to their respective owners, etc...)
Rated T for violence, sexual tension/situations/in-your-endos, frequent swearing, DARKNESS, death, implied beastiliaty, and the Rule of Ergh Blegh.
So, without further (French word that I don't know how to spell),
START OF PROLOGUE
Nineteen years before the events of Rwby canon, in a small mining village within the Dragon Continent...
"Guglio Rasputin, your son has been determined by the Sect as 'invalid', and as such, unfit for duty. He shall be sentenced to death by the Beastrouss Wenfrijer, in order to sate it's appetite for the next few years. What say you?" A village elder inquired, looking down at the couple before him. He knew what they were going to do, but hoped that he was wrong. They had been his friends for many years, both as fellow Hunters and as colleagues. The two had always put others before themselves, and their son...he would be no different.
Guglio Rasputin looked down at his son, clutching the infant in a gentle hug. Beside him was his wife, Mercy, holding her axe tightly to her chest. Gulio sighed, looking into his son's eyes. He had only been born three months ago. This fate was unjustified, inconclusive. But, no one argued with the Sect around here. Unless they had a death wish.
"I say...I say no." Guglio declared, stepping forwards. The rest of the town gasped with surprise, unsure if they had heard him correctly. "Take my life or my name, but do not take my son. My boy, Brafez, will live on to inspire greatness and strength in others. Of that I am sure of. Nicholas, you know what we are requesting."
The village elder sighed heavily, looking at Mercy before she shook her head. Nicholas knew it was a futile effort, but he couldn't just lose his friends.
"Guglio, I implore you to reconsider."
"No, Nicholas. I am entrusting you with my son, do not make this harder on all of us."
"I...I am sorry. I shall raise Brafez as my own, and give him the tools to survive. As for you...You are to fight the Beastrouss until death. I shall send out a search party to retrieve your weapons, that of which your son shall need. Goodbye, my friends." Mercy nodded grimly, taking Brafez and handing him to Nicholas. With a tap of a cane, two guards came forward at Nicholas' request, escorting the two to the town gates.
A roar like screaming souls was heard, and as such, the guards quickly beckoned the two into the forest, closing the gates behind them. Nicholas rocked the infant to sleep, tears rolling down his aged cheeks. I am sorry my friends. So very sorry.
Far away from the village in a forest clearing, Guglio checked the charge on his gauntlets, Azules Freya. Mercy sharpened her axe, Fenrir, down to the molecular level. Any more and it would seem like she was trying to win.
"Are you ready?" Guglio asked, standing up. Mercy let out a bitter laugh, resting Fenrir on her shoulder.
"Is anyone ever truly ready to die?" She retorted in kind. Guglio sighed, setting the healing factor on his gauntlets to none.
"They are," Guglio started, resting an arm on his knee. "If they're dying for a cause that they believe in."
"True, I suppose." Mercy walked over to her husband, kissing him deeply. This would be the last time they had to do it.
The trembling stopped, with still silence filling the air. Even the animals of the forest had ceased all noises. A loud roar broke the silence like a mirror, and then the Beastrouss was upon them, slashing at the two with its four armblades. The two parried and retaliated, for even though they knew it was a lost cause, they wouldn't go down without a fight.
A slight misstep took Mercy's life, and in a rage, Guglio attacked the Grimm with such ferocity that it had trouble keeping up. For a moment, it seemed like he would win. Wenfrijer feigned weakness, with Guglio rushing forward to attack. He jumped to deliver what he thought would be a fatal strike, and in truth, he was right. It was just a fatal attack for him. Guglio ended up impaled on the tip of the Grimm's armblade. With his last breath, Guglio let out a bloodcurdling scream, shaking from the enormous amounts of energy that his body was diverting into one last attack.
Determined not to let his son suffer the same fate, Guglio let his Aura loose, crippling the Beastrouss. In doing so, three blades of energy scattered themselves across the Dragon Continent. His son would need them if he was to defeat Wenfrijer. Immediately after, Guglio collapsed against the blade, his gauntlets dropping to the ground and hitting the grass with a thud.
Brafez Rasputin began to cry, the sound of his father's death reaching his ears. Nicholas held the infant close, rocking it gently. He bowed his head in respect for the fallen couple. His heart broke at the loss of his two closest friends. He retreated into the town hall, the door slowly swinging shut behind him...
True to his word, Nicholas sent out a search party to retrieve the couple's weapons. And when the boy turned five, Nicholas gave them to Brafez. Deep inside the elder cursed the Sect's existence, damning them to Elsewyre.
On a lighter topic...
On a street in the more civilized side of the Dragon Continent, Xinhua Greyhound drove her car down the cliffside road. She smiled, a tired expression after a long day of work. All seemed normal. Another car came out of nowhere, crashing into Xinhua's vehicle and sending it flying off the cliff. A dog, an actual dog, opened the door of the car, got out, and whimpered as the woman didn't move from her position in the car. Xinhua's neck bent at a weird angle, with several shards of glass embedded into her stomach.
Two hours later, her husband and brother Richard Greyhound stood in their home, rocking their baby girl to sleep. He felt empty, for some reason. Ariad was such a beautiful little thing at only two months old. A phone rang, with Richard going to pick it up. No sooner had he received the news before he was reduced to a sobbing mess on the floor. Ariad cried with him, feeling his distress. This world was unusually cruel.
On an even lighter note...
A Grimm puma-type creature rested against the wall, licking its wounds. A Great Taijitu had disagreements with it over to whom this cave belonged to. The Grimm snake was dead just outside, with the puma grievously injured. The Grimm stalked over to the hole in the wall, pawing at the baby puma that was resting. The Barsküld morphed into its human form, clutching her stomach and picking the kitten up. She returned to the wall, holding the Grimm to her chest. Her time here was up. When the kitten awoke, she saw the body of what she knew to be her mother in human form.
When the Grimm turned hungry, she looked at the body, a queasy feeling in her stomach. Its teeth easily tore into the flesh, the kitten mewling as it went about its task. The body would last her until she was old enough to go hunt for herself, with the blood supplying vital fluids. It was not an easy task, but it was necessary.
Pandora Ragnorök sat on her haunches, howling at the moon. Her heart ached for her mother, who she was sure had joined the Grimm in the moon. And so, for each and every night after her mother's death, Pandora howled at the moon, cursing the shattered planetoid to oblivion.
Far away...
"Everything's going according to plan." I said, looking over the vast tundra on which the glacier presided.
"Oh, yes, because when the main protagonist's parents die, of course it's according to plan." The fourteen foot-tall pure white faceless man retorted sharply, a few tentacles bursting from his naked back.
"Do not get me started, Sinderra." I harshly commanded, the Daemon shrugging and going back to pondering the universe.
"Right, because if there's one person I know with parent problems, it's you."
"Fuck off."
END OF PROLOGUE
A.n. If you like this story, follow, favorite, and review. It's your decision. Also, I will be updating the cast's appearances on my deviantArt page at senorrasputindeviantartdotcom. (There are periods between senorrasputin, deviantart, and dot com. If you look it up in Google, should be the first result you see.) Also, when talking about Dust, I'm not capitalizing it except for when it's referred to as a swear or in other situations. Fauna and Faunus are capitalized, except for when it's a specific type of Faunus, such as spider or octopus fauna.