AN: I wrote this because:
1) I've basically just started watching RWBY and it is glorious.
2) This idea would not leave my mind.
BE WARNED. SOME CONTENT MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO THOSE WHO ARE RELIGIOUS.
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Prologue
~Heaven, further reaches of the Silver City~
Monty Oum, god and creator of the Fractured Reality known as Remnant, was dead, his body buried in the finest gardens of Heaven, in a tomb of pure Grace. An aged gentleman in a bowler hat and umbrella stood at the end of the tomb. He wore a dark suit and had a large grey mustache, which was drenched in tears.
The Presence, otherwise known as Yahweh, Kami, the Voice, God, and so many other names, mourned the passing of his younger brother. All the angels in Heaven mourned as well, singing in honor of their lost uncle.
The Presence looked down at the letter in his hands. The Last Wishes of his brother Oum. Unfolding it, he read the letter.
My Dear Brother,
If you have this, it means that I invested too much of my lifeforce into the Fractured Reality by creating Dust and have passed unto Oblivion. But that is not the least of the problems! You see, I had finished the creation of the Spheres, adding a little personal touch to the moon. And then, I was ready to construct Life. Beforehand, I made the same mistake that you had when you first began your creation, you with your Leviathans. I created the Grimm, soulless beings (I had not created souls yet). I would have been content with them if it were not for the fact that they took the life from the Environment to extend their soulless existences! They were destroying my world!
I would have imprisoned them in a different dimension like that Purgatory of yours, but you know as well as I did, that I had much less power than you did. So, I created souls in order to create Humankind. Though I shall say now, I have most definitely outdone you in this field Brother!
Here the Presence paused and smiled at the tone of the letter. At Oum's excited happiness at 'outdoing' him. He continued reading.
I took the generic idea of the soul that you came up with and changed it so that they could outmatch the Grimm. I created "Aura," a physical manifestation of one's soul and "Semblance," another manifestation of one's soul as an ability unique to each soul! But it was not enough. So, forgive me Brother, I interfered directly.
The Presence paused and frowned deeply. That was...very concerning. When a being on par with his stature as a Creator interfered directly, it had to be handled very VERY carefully. If it were not so, the reality could shatter and collapse. Granted however, the Presence knew he was somewhat a hypocrite in that regard. Sodom and Gomorrah. Egypt. The ENTIRE Old Testament. Hell, even the Resurrection of his son could be considered such. Nevertheless, the Voice had grown wiser and knew that one had to be subtle in direct interference.
I incarnated myself as a old hermit mage and waited. I was then visited by four sisters, each named after a season. They were kind to me, and I gifted them with the very power of nature, each sister gaining the powers of their respective season.
God paused, pondering the idea. Not bad and pretty subtle. The aged face God wore crinkled in approval at his late brother. Monty had done better than he himself had in terms of Direct Interference.
And yet it was still not enough. The Grimm still threatened Remnant! I had no other choice. I knew what had to be done to save Humankind.
The Presence had to stop, keeping tears from brimming in his eyes.
I reached into my heart, and pulled. And behold, I brought forth the very Wrath of Nature. Dust. And I led Humanity to it. It worked. Humankind seized the power of Nature and struck back against the Grimm. I remember that I had smiled as the humans rejoiced in their triumphs and began to build their civilizations, weakened as I was by the loss of power.
But it did not matter that I was weakened. I had to soldier on for more Creation. I created more life, animals and creatures such as birds and cats, and finally I did something new, I MERGED animal and human. I created the Faunus race.
God's eyes shot open at the creativity of his late brother Monty, shining with pride.
But I used up too much power. I was far too weak after the Creation of Dust. Even now as I write this, I can feel myself fading, ebbing away to the Great Oblivion. Do not be sad, my Brother. I do not regret my Creation. However, I do regret that when I finally finished my creation to watch it. When I stopped to watch my children march forth and make creations of their own. I saw the pain and suffering of the Faunus, my youngest children, as Humankind fought them and discriminated. I watched as the unified power of Humankind fragmented into the Kingdoms of Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, and Mistral. And I watched as a growing darkness began to encroach upon the future of Remnant.
So I ask this one favor of you, Brother. Do not let Remnant fall into Darkness. Remnant needs a protector, no longer a Creator.
The Presence stared at the paper. Was Monty saying what he thought he was saying?
Brother, I ask that one of your Archangels be sent to Remnant to protect it. And not just any Archangel. My favorite.
The Presence paled. What? Monty wanted HIM to watch over his world?!
Do not look like that Brother. Accept your mistake. Your wife Asherah was the one who misguided him and now he despises you. (Thankfully you put that harlot in her place: Hell). But my choice still stands. I remember when he was your favorite. My favorite even!
God smiled at that. He did have a happy relationship with Monty.
But, that does not change the fact that what you did was wrong. Even if it was meant for good, he hates you for it. Besides, he is the perfect fit for this world. He may be rude and proud, but he is honest and fair, and punishes the Wicked. Allow him to redeem himself like this. Do this for me, if not for him or yourself.
Who knows? He might change more than you think.
Farewell,
Monty Oum, Creator of the Fractured Reality and Brother of the Presence
God let fresh tears spill and freely weeped at the loss of family. After about an hour, he dried his tears. He tapped his umbrella against the ground. In a flash, a man with black hair, parted by a Widow's peak and fell beside his face, and stubble and silver wings (1) appeared before him, kneeling. His eyes were grey like storm clouds and tiny flickers of electricity crackled within. He had a penchant for black as he wore black pants, a black button-up shirt, and a black leather jacket. "Yes Father?" He asked in a gruff voice.
The Presence straightened his posture before speaking in the tone that gave him the name 'The Voice,' beyond description. "Gabriel, you must bring him to me. Bring me Samael. Bring me Lucifer Morningstar."
~Hell, formerly known as the Chaosrealm~
Ah yes. Jigoku, the Underworld, Gehenna, Sheol, Hades, all names for one place. Hell. The geography and reality of Hell continuously shifted and changed as more and more sinners and evil ones swarmed through the Gates. The screams of torture echoed in the infernal air alongside the cackles and giggles of demons. Though one place in Hell stood out. A massive palace that shifted and morphed like much of the surrounding landscape, except as the geography of Hell shifted to accomodate the spirits that it housed, each alteration to the palace made it appear grander than the previous. The one who resided within had so many names and titles. Belial, Satan, Abaddon, the Lightbringer, the Morningstar, though for Gabriel, the only name he had truly referred to this one as, was Elder Brother. "You always had a taste for the extravagant." The Messenger of God said to himself with a chuckle.
Gabriel quickly flew down to the doorstep, ringing the doorbell. He waited for a few minutes before he heard a grumble and the door opened. Gabriel had to crack a smile at that.
Lucifer was tall, standing at about 5' 10." He had stylishly spiked blond hair streaked with silver and black irised eyes. His face was fair and would have made any woman swoon, if it weren't for a diagonal scar that went across his face and nose and another scar that cut the corner of his lips. He wore a long dark red greatcoat/trenchcoat hybrid with bronzish inner lining open over a black suit and held a wine glass in hand. He had golden wings that hung behind him, sprouting from his shoulder blades. His eyebrows raised. "Oh? Gabriel? Why're you here?" The Fallen Archangel asked in a RP English accent, oozing charm and wit(2).
The Messenger of God smiled. "Hello elder brother. May I come in?" Lucifer blinked, before nodding and holding the door open. Gabriel folded his wings slightly to fit through the door before taking a look around. "Why are you always so extravagant?"
The Lightbringer simply smirked as his visitor looked around his entrance hall/throne room. He silently made his way past Gabriel and sat down lazily on the throne, shaped like the old Apple tree from Eden with snakes coiled and hissing around it. His wings draped around the snakes, which hissed and began to climb the new obstacle. The other Archangel frowned at the design, considering that it was a symbol of their Father's eternal failure to protect Humanity. "So what is it you came here for? You've got a message no doubt. Is it from Michael? Duma?" Lucifer asked as he took a drink from his glass.
Gabriel hesitated. "No. It's...Father." Lucifer froze. He swallowed the wine in his mouth slowly. The Archangelic ruler of Hell looked down from his throne, staring at his guest like he had been punched in the gut. "What?" Gabriel paled when Lucifer's eyes burned red with Fire. His Lightbringer Fire. "Umm. Father wishes to speak with you."
...
...
Lucifer threw back his head and laughed. And it was NOT a pleasant, happy laugh. It echoed with dark power and anger. He looked back down at Gabriel. "You're telling me, that our father," Lucifer spat the word out with pure venom, "after over 10 BILLION YEARS of silent treatment, has asked to speak with me?" His normally charming voice was now icy and dark, fraught with hatred.
Gabriel hesitated again. "Yes." Lucifer stared for about a minute of palpable silence. He looked away and took a drink from the glass.
"No."
"No? That's it? After so much time away from Father, just one 'no'?"
Lucifer leveled his gaze back onto his younger brother. "What d'you want me to say Gabriel? Every single sentient being in this Reality knows my opinion of dear old Dad. So why should I care for someone who cast me out over a little bit of rebellion?"
Gabriel sputtered, astounded that Lucifer would turn down his chance to have an audience with God. Hell! Lucifer could've just taken the offer just to yell at the Presence! But he just said, "No"? "But brother- "
"My answer to his offer is a 'no,' Gabriel."
"But, Samael just liste-! Urk!" The room darkened and turned as cold as a Winter Frostbite. With speed that gave lightning the finger, Lucifer pinned Gabriel to the wall by his throat, suspending the Messenger in air, all before the wine glass fell and shattered on the floor. "Sam-URK!" The grip around Gabriel's throat tightened as the Messenger clutched at the hands around his throat. The angel looked Lucifer in the face and paled further.
That was not the face of Heaven's fairest angel. Lucifer's face had contorted into the very vision of a nightmare. His normally black eyes were flaming red, as if fire was burning deep within, the sclerae were pitch-black and dark as the abyss. He snarled, revealing that his teeth had grown jagged and shark-like. His facial features were, simply put, hellish. His skin was scaled, and his eyebrows had become sharp ridges. His face constantly warped and shifted, each more horrifying and inhuman than the last. More reptilian than the last. Gabriel's eyes widened in shock and horror. 'The Serpent!'
"Do NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME! I am Lucifer! The Lightbringer and Sunlighter! I am not, nor will I ever be the Venom of God ever again!" His voice sounded like thousands of Lucifers were speaking, their voices deepened and darkened (3). It sounded like the exact opposite of 'the Voice.' What had once been the brightest of the angels, was now the Mighty and Ancient Serpent of Eden.
"Luci." Gabriel wheezed up against the wall. "Please." The fires in the Devil's eyes dimmed as the atmosphere returned to normal. He let go of the Messenger and turned around, putting his back to Gabriel, who collapsed to the floor, coughing. "Speak quickly Gabriel. My patience grows thin."
After a few more coughs, Gabriel got to his feet. "It's about Uncle Oum." Lucifer whirled around, his black eyes wide with shock. "What?"
Gabriel opened his mouth to speak. "Where is he? Is he alright?" Lucifer interrogated the Archangel in all but name, the faintest hint of joy and worry baring itself.
The Messenger opened his mouth, but stopped, a plan brewing in his mind. "He needs to speak with Father no matter what happens. So if I just tell him to go and meet with Father to find out, he'll go. Right?"
Lucifer frowned slightly. "You're thinking up a plan. I can tell Gabriel. What are you thinking?"
Gabriel shook off the suspicion, though in his mind he was worried that Lucifer had already seen through his plan with the Devil's nigh-omniscience. "Nothing brother, just remembering things."
Inwardly, Lucifer smirked. He knew his brother was planning something to get him to meet with God. No matter. He did love to see things play out. So for now, Lucifer would play their games. 'Besides,' he smiled inwardly. 'It would be nice to hear about my favorite uncle.'
The Messenger of God spoke. "I'm afraid I can't tell you Brother. You will have to speak with Father."
Making a frown on the outside, Lucifer complied. "Fine. When and where will I meet him?"
Gabriel relaxed slightly. This was normal territory for him. "On Earth. From there, Father can get you to a part of the Silver City that very few angels are allowed. As for when, perhaps a day." Lucifer frowned.
"It seems you've forgotten. I can't leave Hell, Gabriel. Father sent me down here to rule forever."
"Father is willing to...re-negotiate."
Lucifer stared into Gabriel's grey eyes, seemingly searching for deceit. And then, to Gabriel's relief, the Devil conceded. "Very well."
~Perth, Australia, on Earth; one day later~
Lucifer stood on one of the many beaches of Australia, watch the sunset. He smiled as he watched one his many creations, the Sun out of the many other stars he had made, descend beyond the horizon. He heard the sound of shoes on the sifting sands of the beach. "Excuse me, do you mind? I am trying to watch the sunset."
A strange voice, as if formed by every sound ever known, spoke. "In fact, I do mind. After all, you may have made the suns, but I made the sunset."
Sneering, Satan turned to see God watching him from under a bowler hat. "Well hello father. So nice to see and hear you after about 10 million millennia." The Archangel ground out, his eyes flaring with Hellfire.
The Presence regarded his wayward son after all those millennia as Lucifer glared at him with hatred in his heart. Guilt crept into the mind of God. He had done this. What was meant to be a lesson in humility and responsibility for one's actions, had turned his favorite's heart to stone. "I am sorry, Samae-" "Do NOT call me by that name."
God's aged face made a slightly surprised expression as his son seemed to shift from an Archangelic being to something...darker. He stared into the blazing eyes of his Lightbringer. "I am NOT your son, as you made evident when you threw me out. I am NOT Samael anymore, I am Lucifer and it would serve you well to remember that I am no son of yours."
Yahweh's heart cracked at that. When Lucifer had created Sin, he thought that the best plan would have been to strip the angel of his power and send him to live among Humankind as a lesson of humility. And of course, when Lucifer's mortal life passed, he would have accepted his son into the Silver City once again with open arms. But it was not to be and the Presence should have seen it coming.
For he had listened to her. Asherah. His wife and Goddess of Creation.
She had told him that Samael had outgrown what Heaven could offer and that he'd wanted to rule over a domain of his own. The Presence had taken the words of his wife as true, not realizing that she had felt insulted by his Creation of Humanity and sought revenge against him. But, heeding her words, he had thought that if Samael had wanted to rule over a kingdom of his own, then he should rule over the souls of those who could no longer enter Heaven. At the time, the plan had been ingenious and felt quite sound.
It failed. Catastrophically.
Asherah was the one to whisper ideas of rebellion in young Samael's mind, and would have continued on her path even after the Rebellion if it were not for Gabriel, who relayed her plans to him.
When he went to cast Asherah into Hell, he searched long and hard for Samael, trying to undo his mistake. But the damage had been done. Samael had seemingly vanished, gone, replaced by the Fallen Angel of Hell, Lucifer. That failure had haunted him for centuries. But, now? Now was his chance, to make things right.
"We cannot speak here Sam- Lucifer. Come." The Presence turned, creating a portal to a particular part of the Silver City. Lucifer scowled, his figure returning to normal as he stepped through the portal, following God.
~Heaven, further reaches of the Silver City~
The portal opened into a magnificent garden on the outskirts of the Silver City. As Lucifer followed God out of the portal, he took little glances around. It certainly was beautiful, but it no longer gave him the feeling of home. Not like it had when he was younger.
After the portal closed, the Presence beckoned for Lucifer to keep following him, his umbrella making small imprints into the ground. And eventually, they stopped.
"Alright you old bastard. What is it that you wanted?" God frowned. "I believe you just committed blasphemy Lucifer. In my presence as well."
Lucifer sneered and laughed. "Blasphemy anywhere is always in your presence. And even then, you, God, have seven thousand names. One of them, is Bastard."
Yahweh frowned before sighing, his mustache drooping in weariness. "No matter. We have much to discuss."
The First of the Fallen smirked, folding his arms as his wings vaguely mimicked the action. "Well then? Spill. You brought me here for a reason."
God gripped his umbrella. "I am sorry Lucifer. I did not mean for this to get so out of hand. Asherah tricked me into sending you to Hell. I-"
"Save it. Do you really think that a simple sorry, will account for how much you have put me through?!" Lucifer's arms had unfolded to lay by his side, knuckles white with anger. "And then, you try to pin it all on dearest Mother," he spat the word out with hate, "as if it was all her fault! You are just as guilty!"
He was right. Lucifer may have rebelled. Asherah may have manipulated events. But the fact was that he was not exempt from blame. He had let this happen, when he turned his sole focus to creating Humanity. But, now, the Presence could make it up to his son. But Lucifer wasn't finished with his raging tirade.
"You Father, have the whole of Creation as your realm, and you can leave it whenever you wish. I couldn't. I was stuck IN HELL!" And just like that, Lucifer's voice, which had been steadily increasing in rage, went calm. "Could you imagine what it was like? Ten billion years, ten billion, providing a place for dead mortals to torture themselves? And like all masochists, they called the shots. 'Burn me.' 'Freeze me.' 'Eat me.' 'Hurt me.' And we did."
Lucifer turned away, his rage abating slightly as a lone tear of pain and anger rolled down his face. "Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The Devil made me do it.' I have never made any one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them."
The sorrow in his voice cracked the Presence's heart even more. Had he really gone too far this time? "Lucifer I-" "I said, 'Save it.'"
Kami stopped, looking down in guilt. "I came here for a reason. Uncle Monty, what news is there about him?"
Lucifer narrowed his eyes when the Presence flinched ever so slightly. "What happened to him?"
The Presence hesitated before pointing to a corner of the garden. Lucifer followed the finger with his gaze. His eyes widened in disbelief. "No..."
A tomb, made elegantly out of pure Grace that shone like a star. The Archangel of Hell walked over, beholding his Uncle, entombed forever.
Lost forever.
"No..." He gritted his teeth in anger, clenching his fists till his knuckles were pale as ash. The Devil felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. He shrugged it off angrily. "What happened?"
The Presence sighed, before handing him a paper. Lucifer took it. "This was a letter that came with Monty when he... It is addressed to me, but it still involves you."
Satan was silent as he read the letter over, his tears brimming in his eyes, but not falling through sheer force of will. His eyes widened as he read further. "What? He..?" "Is entrusting his world to you."
Lucifer turned to his father, shocked. "But, who will control Hell?"
The Presence watched Lucifer carefully. "I put a plan together by expelling all the souls and demons from Hell and giving the key to Dream of the Endless. If Destiny plays his part, control will go to Duma and Remiel."
Lucifer smirked evilly, remembering the Endless being from his time when said being came to Hell to regain his Helm. "How fitting. I once promised that I would destroy him, perhaps the beings clawing for control of what will be his, will do it for me." The Fallen One looked up from his musings.
"So I will be watching over Remnant?"
"Not exactly."
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "You will be watching and actively acting in this world. You will be...weakened at first. Still incredibly powerful by human standards, but weakened. As time passes, you will grow ever stronger." The Presence finished quickly, Lucifer's face growing a frown as the explanation wore on.
"What do you mean, 'weakened'?"
"You won't have as much access, or rather, ready access to some of your powers, as we will have to bind them to your, erm...Aura, which will be partially unlocked. You will have to find someone to fully unlock it. You will keep your Lightbringer flames but they may be altered somewhat, but your nigh-omniscience and Will will be more limited. Your Will shall be limited to smaller, more subtle things, altering your clothes or turning bullets into air for example. You will however keep your strength and wings, as well as your powers over desire, persuasion, and the mind in general, like that strange, fear-inducing visage of yours. Why I gave you those powers, I can't remember." The Presence finished with a slight grumble.
Lucifer sighed a little, lamenting the loss of power. "I can make do, I suppose."
"A few more things." The Sunlighter looked up at that. "You will not be fully immortal." "WHAT?!"
The Presence stepped back a little as Lucifer sought to regain his composure. "You can be harmed, but not killed unless, well unless someone like me or Michael kills you, or if someone rips out your heart and crushes it or eats it."
Lucifer scrunched up his face in disgust. He could work with it though. "So I will be at somewhat a disadvantage."
"Somewhat yes, which is why you will be given a weapon similar to those in Remnant, as to not arouse a great amount of suspicion."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Lucifer frowned as the Presence's mustache curled into a smile. "A surprise, Lucifer."
The First of the Fallen's frown deepened, before shrugging. He would play their games for now. "At least, I'll have a clean slate. No-one judging me for being the Devil."
"Right..about that." God's face turned sheepish. "Monty asked some True Believers if they wished to accompany him into his new Reality. They brought things with them and you may be able to guess the rest."
Lucifer's eyes twitched in irritation. "Great. I suppose the generic idea is that I am evil?"
Yahweh tilted his head. "Not quite actually. Many have forgotten and those who remember, remember contorted versions. You should be fine."
"So all you need, is for me to accept?"
"Yes."
"..." Lucifer turned back to his favorite uncle's grave, kneeling over it. He ran his hand over the smooth feel of the tomb. "I'll make you proud Uncle. I promise."
The Devil straightened and looked up at his dad. "Yes."
Kami looked at him. "You don't want to take anything with you?"
Lucifer simply snapped his fingers, a small suitcase colored black and red like molten lava appearing next to him. "I'm ready Dad." Only the Presence noticed that Lucifer didn't say it with hatred.
The Presence nodded. The Creator waved his hand, creating a portal that appeared to glow red, like Rose petals. "Very well."
Satan looked at the portal and began to make his way into it, his suitcase moving behind him on its own. "Oh, and before I forget. Do mind your step, Lucifer."
Lucifer smirked as he passed completely through the portal. The Presence smiled to himself. "I hope that this world may change you Lucifer, maybe to how you once were, like Samael. One day you may even forgive me."
God turned to the tomb of his late brother. "Thank you Monty, for one last gift."
~The Fractured Reality, Remnant~
"DAMN YOU FATHER!"
Lucifer was not pleased. Why? He was falling. AGAIN. "Had to rub it in one last time? The whole Fall from Grace? I swear..." The wind howled around him as the Fallen Archangel fell once more, forming a cone of air as he fell to the ground below. His coat and clothes fluttered around him as his wings trailed behind him, catching the light of the shattered moon in the night sky. His suitcase hurtled through the air, outracing him as the air screamed in his ears. His eyes, narrowed to slits in order to see, noticed the black-green carpet of trees beneath him. He also barely registered the building near that forest but couldn't make out anything about the structure. After all, first things first.
Grinning wildly, he angled his body downwards, his golden wings stiffening behind him to make the dive more aerodynamic. He slowly reached his suitcase, reaching out and snatching it out of the air. With a smirk, he quickly fanned his wings out like a parachute, allowing himself to glide. However the tree limbs, knocked his wings out of alignment. Thinking quickly, he braced himself as he landed hard onto the forest floor. However, he was unharmed, his hand resting on the ground in front of him as he knelt on a knee, his wings fanned out behind him in a grand display and his bag firmly held in his grasp. The forest floor was broken in a large crater with spider-web cracks around him. He smirked as he stood up. "Better landing than last time."
Lucifer frowned a little at his voice. While still very much the same, it sounded younger, more teenage. He looked down at himself, wondering if there were any changes. His eyes widened as the full changes, both mentioned and unmentioned by the Presence, hit him hard.
While still powerfully built and muscled, he was much lankier and lean. He felt shorter, feeling like the ground looked like it was closer to his head than before. He felt weaker, which struck him hardest. He looked around at his surroundings, noticing a small lake in a nearby clearing. Pulling his suitcase with him, he looked at his reflection. He gasped at his new image.
He looked to be about 16 years old! He had shrunk a full 5 inches, was definitely lankier and leaner, his hair was much more untidy, though that may have been from his newest Fall, and a slight teenage stubble had made a home on his face. Thankfully for him and his new frame, he had enchanted his clothing to shrink or grow so to fit him no matter what.
Curious as to his powers, he called to them, trying to conjure a Lightbringer flame into his hand. Imagine his surprise as a serpent of gold and red flame manifested in his hand, trailing fire in its wake. He grinned, "I like." Extinguishing it, he noticed that he was breathing just a slight increment harder than usual.
Lucifer recalled how his powers were now bound to his 'Aura.' He reached into his mind, trying to find this Aura of his. He noticed a multicolored light shining from a seemingly locked door in his mindscape, though it appeared like the door was almost breaking under the strain of keeping his Aura back. He squinted, trying to notice which powers were leaking through. He quickly singled out his Lightbringer flame power, his intellectual powers as well as his other powers like his persuasion, desire, and Devil-visage as the ones leaking through, and deduced that these were the only ones he could access for now.
He returned himself to reality to hear growls and hisses in the surrounding trees. He looked over his shoulder to see a pair of red eyes glowing in the dark shadows. He turned around fully for another pair, then another, and another.
Five pairs now.
Seven.
Ten.
12.
Too many to accurately count.
Lucifer regarded the threat evenly, with caution and confidence. While he was probably powerful enough to destroy all of these 'Grimm,' he didn't become Ruler of Hell by being complacent and foolish.
He looked up, noticing a congregation of storm clouds in a cylindrical shape. A lightning bolt seemed to shoot through the center, touching down directly in front of him and shaking the ground. He squinted, unflinching as the light glowed like a thousand suns in front of him. And just as it came, the blinding light vanished. The Prince of Darkness grinned at what was left behind. "Y'know Father? This might just make up for that last Fall."
A glorious 6 and half foot long Pitchfork, though some would call it a Trident, that appeared to be made of interlocking mechanical parts made of a shining iridescent metal that seemed to change color; gold, silver, bronze, iridium, chrome, etc., was stabbed into the ground primary points-first. The two side prongs were bladed on the edges, enabling the wielder to slash at enemies. The butt-end had stabbing point for ambush attackers, and there were dull spikes around the grips to prevent blades or other weapons from sliding into the wielder's hands. And and the meeting point for the three prongs, was the emblem of an apple tree surrounded and covered by serpents, emblazoned into the metal and shining like the brightest star on both sides of the weapon.
Lucifer grinned like a child on Christmas morning as he strolled up to the weapon. He gripped the Pitchfork and instantly felt a rush of power and knowledge from the weapon. With a mighty pull, the Trident was wrenched from its place in the soil, charging the surrounding area with energy. The Devil's grin turned dark as he flared his wings outwards, showing their massive size and the sharp feathers. That dark grin was still on his face as he turned to the darkness housing the red eyes.
A shard of moonlight fell onto his newest foes, revealing the beasts. They looked very similar to a stereotypical werewolf, yet had a few key differences. They had bone-like masks in the vague shape of a lupine head with red markings and had bone-like protrusions on their arms, knees, and spines, that appeared as sharp and tough as refined steel.
The wolves snarled as they crawled out of the brush, trying to loom over the Archangel with their bipedal forms. Lucifer smirked evilly, letting his dark side come out to play. The air grew cold as the Prince of the East showed them the Darkness within.
Lucifer's eyes glowed red with his Lightbringer flames, his teeth turned jagged and shark-like. His smooth skin turned to ridged reptilian scales. His wings glowed with power as did his newest toy, the Pitchfork shined, tongues of Lucifer's signature flames flickering across the weapon. "Still wish to take me on, little dogs?"
The lupine creatures stepped back slightly, before snarling with renewed hatred. One larger wolf, as tall as Lucifer, charged the former Lord of Hell. The angel blurred.
*Snick* The wolf stood headless, the lupine head rolling on the ground and its body soon joining it. Lucifer was still standing where he was, unmoving. One of his wings was bloodied, the angel having used the sharp feathers to slash the wolf's throat. "Pathetic. Is this it?"
A growl sounded behind the pack of wolf as a new beast entered the clearing. This one was more similar to a bear, stockier and much larger than the wolves and towering over Lucifer, but with many similar features like the bone protrusions and mask. Satan smiled. "That's more like it." He said, before dropping the visage and raising his weapon.
The bear roared loudly and the wolf pack descended as one onto the Mocker. Lucifer stabbed the first one clear through the chest with the Pitchfork, all three prongs exiting the back, as he slit the throats of four others. He wrenched the weapon back, ripping through the lifeless wolf and spinning it to slice through a claw strike. The wolf howled in pain, a howl that was forever silenced as a flick of Lucifer's wings sent a barrage of razor-sharp feathers through its eyes(4). Lucifer swung his Trident, cleaving effortlessly through five surrounding wolves.
Looking back, he cursed a little. More were coming out of the woodwork. They were like the Hydra. Cut down one, two more took its place. Flapping his wings and buffeting the beasts back, he raised a hand towards them and snapped.
Instantly, a serpent half his size, made of golden and red fire, burst into existence, a cobra of blazing splendor. He pushed his hand forward, controlling its path. The snake rushed at the horde of Grimm, trailing Lightbringing fire in its wake that reduced all it touched to ash and cinders. The wolves seemed to panic and flee at the sight of it, turning and running.
They did not succeed.
Pointing and whirling his hand (5), he quickly and wordlessly commanded the snake to block the surrounding woods off by wrapping its coils around the clearing, cutting off any would-be runners. The serpent was growing ever stronger, gaining size, power, and strength with every bit of material consumed. It was now long enough and large enough to swallow even the bear whole. It rose up, towering over the trees and spread its hood, hissing at its Master's foes.
Lucifer watched his creation with smile before noticing movement behind him. He whirled around to see a wolf and another bear. Satan cocked his head in confusion as he felt a feeling from his weapon. He flicked his Pitchfork outwards.
He was caught almost completely off guard as the mechanical parts shifted and changed. He grinned.
The Adversary now held a fully automatic sniper rifle(6). The gun was almost five feet long from end to end and, looking down the telescopic sight, which had the symbol of an apple tree with snakes as a reticle, Lucifer saw that the range was about a 1000 yd, and the scope could be adjusted. Even more mystifying, the scope seemed to change its type to a sight that could see infrared and ultraviolet and could change its magnification to his thoughts.
He grinned and fast as lightning, he balanced the gun on the back of his forearm, flicking the switch as he did so, aimed at the bear and fired. He grinned wider. There was no recoil and the shot that left the barrel impacted the bear's mask, shattering it and blowing up the entire head, leaving the body to crumple to the ground. Lucifer, mystified, glanced at the magazine cartridge. It was blank except for a black symbol that now read as a question mark.
Lucifer testing a theory, thought 'Fire.' The question mark morphed into a flame. 'Ice.' The symbol formed a snowflake. 'Lightning.' A lightning bolt. Satan smiled. The ammunition changed according to his thoughts. 'Oh you clever bastard.'
However, Lucifer noticed that the magazine only had about 15 shots in it and used red crystals by default, ' Fire Dust' he believed it was called.
Snapping out of his thoughts, the Prince of Darkness realized that the wolf was now charging at him. He quickly changed his rifle back into a Pitchfork, realizing that he could also change the weapon's form by sheer thought, and hurled it at the beast like a spear.
The Trident caught the wolf at the neck, ripping through the flesh and bone and impaling the body into a tree. Lucifer felt a tug in his hand. Following his instinct, he raised his hand. For about a half second, nothing happened. Suddenly, the weapon pulled itself free of the sinew and flew back, flipping end over end, into Lucifer's waiting hand.
The Sunlighter kept grinning. Whoever built this weapon had really gone all out! However, Lucifer was no fool. The delay in the weapon's recall was very long. He had to be careful doing that.
But then, he leaned back on instinct. His eyes widened in shock when he felt a deep cut through his suit. Backing up a little, he put his hand to the cut. He raised his fingers to his eyes, seeing blood. His blood.
He slowly turned to the wolf, whose red eyes had widened in fear as the cut in the skin and suit began to heal itself, albeit rather slowly. The Devil's eyes burned bright once more with fire. "Did you just cut me?"
The wolf tried to back away. Lucifer's form blurred and the wolf screeched in agony as its arms were hacked off by the Pitchfork. Lucifer grabbed the wolf's head, the mask cracking slightly under his grip. "I'm going to enjoy making you suffer, dog." Lucifer's face burst into the vision of nightmare and horror, instilling fear in every Grimm in the vicinity. The Angel of Darkness stared into the red eyes of the wolf. He grinned.
A spark went off inside the red eyes, which widened. The wolf screamed as fire sparked inside of it, building into an internal inferno. It thrashed and struggled, but Lucifer's grip was too strong. "BURN." The entire body of the wolf exploded into ash and Lightbringer fire with a final scream.
Lucifer let go of the ashes in his hand, turning to his Flame Serpent, which had drawn the Grimm that dared to threaten him into its enclosure. The Devil, still in his nightmarish visage, threw out his hand. The ground in front of him exploded into a tidal wave of fiery snakes that hissed as they slithered towards their Master's foes. "This game has gone on long enough."
He spread his wings to their fullest extent, the moonlight shining and sparkling on his golden feathers. With a smirk, the Fallen Archangel of Hell beat his wings and took to the sky.
~Elsewhere in the forest~
A grey haired man with a cane and a mug of hot chocolate, yes hot chocolate not coffee, was quietly strolling along the edge of the Emerald Forest. He took a long sip from the mug, before continuing his stroll.
This man was Professor Ozpin, headmaster of the prestigious Beacon Academy for Huntsmen and Huntresses in the Kingdom of Vale. And he was currently checking the boundaries of the Emerald Forest to make sure that it would be ready for the first-years' initiation. He took another sip from the mug and looked up at the shattered moon, memories unbidden to him rushing to the forefront of his mind. He let out a chuckle at the memory of a silver-eyed 15 year-old girl in a red hood. But he shook free of his thoughts. It would not do to be lost in memories when Grimm were about.
He suddenly caught a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, he blinked, hard. Over one far off part of the forest, a massive swirl of thunderstorm clouds were coalescing. 'That can't be good.' He thought as he quickly sent a message via scroll to his deputy headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch. Not bothering to wait for her, he quickly set off for that location, knowing that it would take a while to get there.
As he rushed through the brush, he noticed that the Forest was not as infested with Grimm as it should have been. He was in the middle of the forest, so there would have been at least a few Beowulves or an Ursa. But there were none.
Ozpin tensed as a flock of little Nevermores flew past him. But much to his surprise, they did not attack him at all. They simply rushed past him...almost as if they were running away...
Now tremendously disturbed, Ozpin quickened his pace. He stiffened a little when a flare of lightning flashed throughout the forest and when a tremor shot through the ground beneath his feet. He cursed, speeding up to a pace that would have broken the legs of any other man or woman.
He quickly reached the source and stopped short as he heard a voice that sounded like pure horror. "This game has gone on long enough."
The Professor shook off his fear and burst into the clearing that the clouds had been congregating over. His jaw dropped with an audible snick and his eyes widened.
The entire clearing was taken up by a massive cobra, comprised of fire that burned gold and red. Within the coils, were a pack of Beowulves and an Ursa Major, all of which's eyes were filled with a single, primal emotion: fear. That fear increased as a tidal wave of fiery snakes raced across the clearing, engulfing the whole pack, which screamed horrifically, with a hissing that sent shivers down Ozpin's spine. The wave of reptilian flame then died out, leaving charred Grimm masks.
"You should have turned and ran, beast." Ozpin looked up at the source of the voice and his eyes bulged in a mixture of awe and terror. A young man, about 5' 5" was flying. Wings about the same length as the man, maybe a bit longer, and gold attached to the man's shoulder blades flapped powerfully, keeping the man up. He had spiky gold and silver hair. He wore a dark suit which had a deep cut in it and a long, dark red trench-greatcoat with bronze-colored lining that went down to mid-shin. In his hand, was a mechanical Trident that seemed to shine iridescent; bronze, gold, silver, etc. and looked almost divine. Though the face was what filled Ozpin with horror.
The man's face appeared like a culmination of pure nightmare material, constantly shifting into a more horrifying visage. The eyes were alight with the same colored fire as the giant cobra and the sclerae were as black as the Abyss. His teeth were sharp and jagged, his mouth contorted into a nightmarish grin, and his skin was scaled like that of a crocodile. "Feel the Wrath of the Mightiest of the Archangels, you knob!"
Ozpin's face slackened in shock as the self-proclaimed Archangel raised his hand, the massive cobra mimicking his movements. His hand slowly clenched into a fist. The cobra obeyed, rising higher and coiling to strike. The fiery reptile bared its fangs as it glared down upon the Ursa. With a smirk and a roar, the being made the motion of punching downwards. With a haunting hiss, the cobra rushed downward at the Ursa, mouth opened wide. The Ursa made one final scream as the blazing inferno engulfed it.
The Headmaster gaped openly at the display of power. The angelic being simply dispelled the fiery cobra and began to descend, the wings slowing said descent. The man regarded the burnt mask of the Ursa as the demonic visage evaporated, revealing the young man's true face.
It was fair and seemed to have been sculpted out of stone. He appeared about 16 years old, no doubt he was quite the Lady-killer. A large diagonal scar ran across his face and another cut across the edge of his lip. His sclerae paled into white and his irises stopped burning, turning to a dark color, perhaps black.
Ozpin hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the brush, coffee mug in one hand and a cane in the other. The man turned around to look at Ozpin. He smiled before buckling down to one knee and propping himself up with the strange weapon. In an instant, Ozpin was there, supporting the strange being.
The man looked dazedly into the air. "Oh dear, looks like I'll be taking a nap now...Joy." He looked over to Ozpin. "I'm quite sure that you're a hallucination but just in case, when you take me, do bring the luggage and toy with you, will you?" And with that, he passed out.
Ozpin quickly checked over the being, performing what first-aid he knew. He had no wounds except for a deep cut on his torso. The cut had stopped bleeding, yet the cut did not heal further. The professor quickly hypothesized that his newest charge was suffering Aura exhaustion, not fatal but would keep him bedridden for about a week. Ozpin bandaged the wound, slinging the man over his shoulder and being careful not to touch the wings that sprouted from the shoulder blades. He grabbed the Trident and the "luggage," before heading out of the forest.
The World of Remnant would never be the same.
AN: Oh boy am I gonna get some flak for some of this stuff...
I got much of my ideas concerning the more celestial elements from the comics Lucifer and The Sandman as well as the TV show Lucifer. So technically this would be a crossover between many of these, however, I have taken many liberties with the characters.
About the "Apotheosis" of Monty Oum, he is technically the God of Remnant, so I set it up as that this would set up events like this.
Legend:
1) Think of Amenadiel's wings from the TV show Lucifer, only with the new colors. Also, this Gabriel is heavily based off of the former angel from the Lucifer comics
2) I did take a lot of liberties to alter Lucifer's appearance to something a bit more to my liking, but the idea is that he still looks a lot like the version in the Lucifer comic series, only with changes to his hair, eyes, and clothing. His accent and voice is basically Tom Ellis's version from the TV show Lucifer. His wings are a mix of the ones from the comic and the TV show
3) Imagine when Lucifer loses his temper in the TV show and combine it with House from Doctor Who. Also, as for his nightmare form, picture something like the Lizard from Marvel only with the features I thought up.
4) Like the Nevermore's feather barrage attack.
5) Imagine Dumbledore when he fought off the Inferi at the island in The Half-blood Prince and combine it with Voldemort's fire serpent in the Ministry
6) Dragunov SVU rifle more or less
Right then, review and PM me if you've got any questions. That's all as far as I remember.
Toodle-oo!