Author's Note:
Hello. I as put in the summary, this is the first in a collection of short stories set within an slightly altered universe. The is one stars Salem. I'm kind of fuzzy on the exact time frame that this takes place but it is definitely before Volume 4. I have already finished this story so I will be posting the rest of the chapters every Sunday. So without further-ado, here is the first chapter and I hope you enjoy.
Part I, Chapter I
Pursuit of Chaos
"Why?"
This is the question that must run through their head, I imagine. It is not hard to believe that would be on their mind. If it was you wouldn't you want to know why your life was ending? Would you not want to know the reason why it is exactly that your life was being snuffed out by that person, the one to kill you? Why someone would order it?
While undoubtedly most would think this I will not be one of them. When my life finally comes to its inevitable end I won't ask why. For you see it's not a question of whether I deserve an answer or not. The truth is that I deserve to die. This is a reality that I know and I accept my inexorable denouement. My crimes to those of Remnant are too great for there to be any other outcome.
I have allied with what is seen as the world's greatest and most feared enemy. In my time of waging this war I have ordered the deaths of those I saw as my enemies and of those whom I saw as in the way. Because of this many have been felled by my own hand. Because of this many innocent men, women and children, those whose death made little sense, have been killed in my pursuit of chaos. Chaos that I have used to facilitate the advancement of my plans.
"Why?"
This is a question that many have asked me, enemy and ally both. What are my reasons for waging this war? Does it amount to more than 'simply because I can'? Maybe. Maybe I wish to free this world of all of the hate that grips it in a deathly tight hold. Maybe this is all due to seeing Ozpin for what he is, for what he really does and represents, and deciding to take action when no one else would. Perhaps the reason simply is because I can so therefor I do.
So "why" indeed. No matter the reason or explanation, if I can face my end without questioning it after all that has passed, why can't they?