Spawn of Salem
Prologue
Ill would be the fate of one so forsaken by the gods that they find themselves within the abode of evil. Regardless, they came of their own will, each seeking their own selfish goals all the while serving to further the machinations of one whom would not be hear upon the lightest whisper, sadly this was not due to fear, this was because of ignorance.
This evil? A being who's existence is kept far from the knowledge of the masses...
Salem.
Queen of Grimm or simply Goddess to others, these titles meant little to her. What did matter? Many things, the pieces the would soon fall into place. Yet the a new possibility had made itself apparent to the meticulous, ever plotting mind, that was required to battle the likes of the that accursed old man who just couldn't keep to himself.
Though she would be dishonest if she said tormenting the man known as Ozpin was starting to become a chore, oh quite the opposite, it was one of the greater rewards of playing the long game. Sadly not one that provided anything practical however in a long war it is important to take what you can then exploit all opportunities presented to you. Which coincidentally is exactly what she intended to do...
As a door gently fell into place, the echoing 'click' resounded through the empty chamber, the alabaster figure clad in contrasting robes of black seemed to glide across the floor with a steady and patient stride. Though this place was odd in it's construction, even for the sanctum of the dark being, as thick throbbing roots of crimson grew from the ceiling, walls and floor, some no thicker than a thread while others seemed monstrous in size.
Within the centre of this 'room', if a mundane term such as that could describe a place where such horrid things resided, there rests a thick obsidian construct the almost looked like an egg if it were not for the bumped and wrinkled surface of it.
Salem swiftly closed what little distance there was left between herself and the 'egg'.
'Oh my, you have grown since I last visited'. She placed a hand upon the membrane before gently rubbing in a small circular motion. 'You are ready aren't you, I can feel it, you were waiting for me to return' Her soothing motions ceased abruptly. Slowly she removed her hand from the now violently pulsating sack of flesh, the thick "roots" pumping rapidly as if quenching an eternal thirst with crimson nectar.
'Come now, show yourself to me, you have no need of fear'. Then what seemed like hands pressed against the incubator from within, straining against the fleshy confines. 'Your mother would like to see you'.
At that remark her eyes glowed red for a moment before the creature seeking freedom began to thrash about frantically, almost as if the desire to see the one who came with the soothing voice was the only thing this abomination could desire. Growing in fervour the thrashing began to shake to room with slight tremors. Then, the flesh began to part, bone white claws pierced the top of the incubator before they began to slowly saw downwards, allowing a thick black ooze to pour from within.
'Just a little further, you can do it'. The momentary pause of action immediately resumed as the rest of the obstructing membrane was slashed, torn and pulled apart. Allowing a humanoid form to spill forth from the artificial womb and fall into the awaiting arms of the monstrous woman.
Flesh black as night, adorned with bone white protrusions, branded by marks of red.
A sea of dark hair blended against their dark skin whilst contrasting against the features that made them extremely reminiscent of the creatures of Grimm. Salem allowed her successful experiment to rest its head upon her lap, once more tenderly seeing to this Grimm as though she had a need to fulfil an emotional requirement. Something that only Humans and Faunus tend to require.
'There, there, you are with me now'. Black lids folded back to reveal piercing yellow eyes, rimmed with a bloody red. The sclera appeared to be of the same darkness that composed most of Salem's haunting eyes. All that seemed to resemble a human, beyond their general shape, was the black pupils common amongst the Humans and Faunus. 'You are my most wonderful creation, I am so proud of you'.
To those watching from the shadows of the doorway they knew what ploy Salem was running but not why, there are many forms of Grimm that can be used to bring about destruction and fear among the greater cities of Remnant, so why go through this extensive process? Why put up an act? After all it had taken months for this thing to come crawling from its pathetic sack. Meanwhile the common Grimm is spawned within mere moments, so while the practicality of their Queen's plan was under question they were left with a morbid fascination as to how this new tool would be of used to them.
After all Salem had a plan, Salem always has a plan.
While it would take more time to fully prepare their new trump card, it was something that the collective who served Salem had to agree on, the more they had in their hand then the sooner they will reach their goals. How close it all seemed...
'Come my child, we have so much to show you'.
