Hello and welcome to my first ever FanFic and it is one I have been wanting to do for a LONG time. This idea has been brewing in my head since I finished Vol.2 of RWBY and was just fresh out of reading all the way through to the latest chapter of Berserk and thought: What the hell. Why not make a fan fic crossing them over, I am obsessed with crossovers. For a first FanFic, I am putting a lot of faith in this attempt of mine, so I hope you enjoy reading this with me as much as I enjoy writing it. One last thing, Guts is NOT going to be paired with anyone.

Update:

Slightly extended narrative
Guts' character improved and more mature
Idea of Good now Idea of Hope from now on

"Normal Voice" 'Thoughts'

"Skull Knight" "Idea of Hope"

"Demon Voice"

Without further ado…

RWBY
~FORCES~

Prologue 1

Another Struggle for the Struggler

How long has it been, how long since I charged his army of demons. How long since I wiped them out, raging, roaring, bleeding.

How long since I mowed down the "Godhand". Impossible as it may seem, I have done it.

How long, how long, since I finally cut him, since I crushed him, since I finally KILLED him, since I killed GRIFFITH, THAT DAMNED BASTARD.

How long since, in my dying breaths, saw the bigger bastard that predestined all this, the supposed God of this world, The Idea Of Evil, and finally cut that gigantic, ethereal, whatever it looked like down.

How long has it been, since I finally died…

Just like all the good things that came in my world, my victory came with a price. I defeated the reign of Hell on Earth, so they really don't want me there even as punishment; Heaven is obviously not much of a sacrifice at all and they think that Purgatory just won't cut it, I'd most likely end up fighting my way to Paradise so fast it can't be called a punishment either. So now here I am, in some sort of "Limbo outside of Limbo", "The Absolute Abyss of All Abyss" what ever the hell that is. Well, wherever I am, that's where Skull Knight is stuck in, too apparently. And so here we both are, existing yet not existing or something, without a clue or care what's happened to the world lately.

The last we remember about humanity is that I was suddenly revered as a hero, a Messiah even, against the "false prophet" Griffith. Funny how not half a month before, he was "The Savior", "The Second Coming of The Lord", and other religious flashiness they could ever think of, the hatred probably started when he ordered a mass sacrifice of a good chunk of the human race, almost went extinct. Then decades later my name became religious, too. The 'Messiah in Black', 'He Whose Darkness Holds... Whatever-Even-I-Don't-Remember' amongst names I could care less about. Then after centuries, I became a myth, a bed time story for kids who want to dream of being a hero, if only those kids knew what I've really been through, they wouldn't even think of heroism anymore. Then me and Skull Knight distracted ourselves with philosophical talk, we had the time and I didn't exactly have anything better to do. Existential possibilities for both of us, and we did it for possibly millennia, all that was missing is a chess table and we'd look like Gods discussing the human condition. It was at that point we stopped caring what humans are up to these days, it was getting real boring with the repetitive and stupid routines and wars left and right anyways, it was only the "90's" according to Skull Knight and already the world's screwed it self over with wars, we pretty much predicted by the time we stop talking they'd all be replaced by a new species. Then the absolute worst happened, we started running out of things to talk about also. He wouldn't have it too bad, he could still observe humanity, but me? Part of not observing Earth, as the humans started to call it, was to give up the ability to do so. We can't talk about anything anymore, I gave up the ability to observe humanity a long time ago. It was a horrid feeling for me for millenia now. And now, here we are, in the "Void of the Afterlife", just, existing, and it is horrible.

"I thought another voided soul would alleviate my lonesome existence and utter boredom, it appears it was not so, may have even made it worse" says the bonehead, finally with something new to talk about.

"Yeah, you and me both..." It is horrid, unforgivably lonely.

"You know, this actually makes me wish something would happen to the living world, maybe then we'd be of use for something. Maybe that's all we need so that we'd be finally welcome to the pearly gates" it's a long-shot, but it's better than not rotting here for eternity with this boring pile of bones.

"Aye. If only the world were so simple..." he says.

"But alas that is the law of our world, the Law of Casualty. Even salvation comes at the expense of someone else."

"Unfortunately we were the 'Casualty', huh. So much for 'hope' and 'freedom' and 'peace at last'."

Then as if on queue…

*Flash* The typical blinding holy light of the big heads from heaven flash so bright you'd think they're trying to fry your eyes off.

"Hail, my champion." says the big 'Idea of Hope'.

I remember how he appeared some time after I exposed Griffith as the Demon God he really was. He started out as an illusion by the Idea of Evil, but using mine and my friends' will as power, along with the hope our fight with Griffith to stave off extinction placed in mankind, it became its own deity that loosened the hold off Evil's grip on the world. Though who would have thought that that kid who was supposed to be my future son would be the vessel of the big cheese of all that is good, eh. He initially promised me that I'd have a spot 'at His Right Hand in His Kingdom' as thanks, guess it got postponed for like, what, a few MILLENIA! Maybe he'd do good on that promise now.

"Do not think I have forgotten what I have pledged to you." Well would you look at-

" But I am in need once more of your service..." Ahhh, hell.

"What is it now"

"You may have heard of the Creatures of the Dark that almost extinguished man..."

"Wait wait wait wait wait, 'Creatures of the Dark'? 'Almost extinguished man'? I thought humanity was safe from hell since I tore apart the Godhand?"

"...Have you not heard of the war between man and these creatures?" War? What war?

"The last time I observed war I saw on the planet they dropped one gigantic explosive cannonball-thing on another country roasting millions."

"Unfortunately, champion, there was another war. Fortunately man had banded together to face the new threat..."

"And I'm guessing they lost and-"

"Not 'lost', per say. A Pyrrhic Victory if you may. They did survive, albeit their numbers of billions have been reduced to mere millions" A Pyrrhic Victory, won at a cost heavier than what they gained.

"Still a damn shame, if you ask me."

"Indeed. But returning to my need..." he says before I could throw in more thoughts. "These creatures are 'calling' to their 'ancestors', the Demons, and the world as it is now is not prepared for such horrors."

"Well that's their fault. They almost got massacred when the Demons were here, even WORSHIPED those Demons; they almost got massacred when those 'Creatures' showed up, and now they're about to be massacred again by a combination of both. They never learned and now they're gonna die for it. Their. Fault."

"Not quite again, champion. Your patience must have run very thin in this indistinct void, do you realize that? They have learned champion, though not after the Demons, but during the war, which is why they won in the first place. Though a union between the 'Creatures' and the Demons could prove too much for humanity as it stands. They will need a Messiah once more."

"Okay, but why me? Why not Bone-Face over here? He could rip up dimensions on a whim while I try VERY hard to not die when I fight Demons. I know I don't like it here, but I don't wanna disappoint you and strengthen the hold whatever demonic thing has on the planet this time."

"I agree, I am more fit for such a crisis. And I myself am beyond mortality somewhat, he is but a vulnerable, killable human. No offense."

"Says the guy who died twice..."

"ENOUGH! The reason I chose you again, champion, was because through out your journey, you tried to not die and you didn't die. When you face Demons, your target and the occasional ARMIES they send at you have a tendency of leaving NO SURVIVORS. You have faced impossible odds and won brazenly. You are an exemplary human, and this strong yet unprepared world needs one to lead them right now." Okay, so what's in it-

"And as you hoped yourself, you now have a crisis worth your skills and a chance to ascend to my right hand as your prize. Or do you actually enjoy this numbing pseudo-existence, I am free to provide you what you wish." Oh.

"Well, guess I don't have much of a choice right? I did ask for it."

"Then I wish you best of luck, Struggler. At least you would be free from this Limbo..."

"Oh worry not Skull Knight, you will reprise your role as his guide, that alone will assure your place in Paradise."

"Aye. Thank you, m'Lord. I will 'babysit' your beloved champion."

"Alright, how and who are we being reborn by."

"You won't, we don't have much time to wait for you to mature from rebirth. You will be recreated, and recreation is a horribly painful process. Skull Knight will also be recreated in his living armor and steed, but he does not have flesh and nerves underneath his living armor anymore, his will be painless."

"Well that sucks I guess. Fine, tell me when, I'm already ready.

"Upon arrival, you must not let your identity or your mission be known to too many, you are still the Messianic hero to them, now more than ever. You must lead humanity, but do not leave them dependent on you. We do not want to leave this world weak once you leave now do we?"

"Got it."

"Then all is settled. You will begin the recreation process soon, so prepare yourself. Try not to lose your mind during the process."

Then I immediately felt it, the hell of it all, like my skin being peeled off and then stabbed back on, my insides imploding exploding and being stitched back up by barbed wire. He wasn't lying that I could lose my mind here, I have felt no other form of pain more painful than this. My semi-existent consciousness is fading.

Then it all got dark.

Prologue 1

~END~

Annnnd that's a wrap for now, please R&R. Constructive Criticisms welcome, be it positive or negative, you'll all be the key to making me a better writer

Update: Hope you like the update I did, if not be as vocal as possible with your concern and I will address you quickly

~CE~