AN: yeah... Been a while. For those who don't know or care, read my fanfiction, please insult me in the review section, and yeah. For those that do care, I had a lot of real life going on, and a shit load of writers block. I finished my borderlands crossfic, but I hate it so yeah. I have no idea how to do my other RWBY fic, so that also sucks. At the minimum, I have ~10 words written for this, and I decided to upload biweekly until I catch up so I can write more of this story and also have time for real life. Enjoy!

"AHHH!...?"

I screamed, waking up, only to look around to see a calm and peaceful forest around me. I immediately checked my body, happy to find I was still armed, even though the weapons were just a cheap set of daggers and some throwing knives.

"Wait, wait. Status."

A familiar text box came up in front of me, and I scanned over it only to see how different it was.

Dasmal Silverheart

Race - Half Elf

Title-Unknown

HP: 56/56

MP: 20/20

Level 3 Rogue 0/3,750

0 General EXP 0 Slaughter EXP 0 Profession EXP

14 Strength

19 Agility

13 Constitution

15 Wisdom

18 Intelligence

21 Charisma

Some modifiers applied.

Skills:

Dagger Mastery: One with All Daggers:

Immense skill in dagger usage lets you pick up and use any medium sized bladed weapon as if it had been in your hands for years. Ultimate form of dagger mastery for mortals, for further improvement become a minor god. Blade movements and assassination techniques are childs play with even the cheapest dagger in your hands.

Shadow Movement:

A very rare ability gained at level 3 for rogues. Allows transportation from one shadow to another within 5 meters of target. Costs 10 mana to activate.

Ambidextrous:

Through either born skill, or intense training you are able to dual wield, without a major penalty to your attack strength and speed.

[Legendary skill: God's Hand] - Sealed. 0/300,000 General and/or slaughter EXP

God's Hand is a unique skill held only by Dasmal Silverheart. It allows for the user to make the movements of their hands incomprehensible to others, even gods.

"I still have it!" He shouted, looking to the legendary skill. God's hand sounded quite underwhelming, especially in comparison to One with all daggers, but when he realized the strength of the skill, he was surprised. Hiding all sleight of hand during a battle, even while fighting gods allowed for him to set elaborate traps, changing the tides of battle in his favor more than once. It was sealed, but when he got it again he could become a powerhouse strong enough to kill gods.

"But where am I? And why are my stats so weird?"

He had always had a charisma closer to 15, even when he was considered a legendary being.

"Tha- What?!"

"Me? A half elf? No wonder the boost in charisma! But why am I a half elf…?"

I start to ponder that while looking around, and I look up to the stars for navigation.

"Wait, they're all in the wro- Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!" I start to yell, and in a fit of rage slam my hand against a tree.

I am in a goddamn different world. For fucks sake! To top it off, an aged looking letter falls to my feet slowly, as if carried by the wind. On it is a familiar symbol, one that I dread to see.

"That crazy bitch?!"

The god of thieves and assassins, Vitria. I was a light believer for the first 50 years of my life, until I met her, anyways.

World of gods: 1888 Remnant time

"You have done very well, Dasmal, and today you shall learn a secret that almost no others know."

"I'm ready for whatever's next, Guildmaster."

He sighs loudly.

"Come out, Vitria."

A person appears behind me and I pale slightly, especially at the name.

"Your protege old man? I hope he has a better sense of humor than you, and he is rather good looking too. I remember some of his prayers, they were rather delicious."

I hear the powerful voice moving around the room, and finally, before my eyes the goddess Vitria presented herself. She was stunningly beautiful, but held an heir of reaglity and pride not commonly seen among rogues such as himself. Simply, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, though he not dare think about that, or even move as she also was the most powerful being he had ever witnessed.

"Hmm… He even knows when to shut up, I'm liking him more every passing second."

"Well, this is my secret."

Sweating, I looked to her as if to ask if I could speak.

"There is no need to be so tense young one. I am a god, and a rather powerful one too, though you are one of my followers. Rather than harming you I would protect you."

"Y-yes mistress. Just not what I thought I would wake up to today."

She let out a thunderous laugh, and the guildmaster looked rather uncomfortable.

"Mistress Vitria, I believe you wanted him here for something other than idle chatter?"

"Ahh, yes, what did I want you to do… oh well, I forgot. Just take it as that old fogey letting you in on a secret. You're dismissed."

He was later inducted into a secret order, but Vitria repeatedly having their top thief do things like break into bake shops to steal pies and taking huge risks for… Extremely meager gains. She had repeatedly had him break into the vatican treasury for small little trinkets which he initially thought were magic artifacts, though they were just little trinkets that anyone could get their hands on for a few silver coins. After I left, I didn't see her again for about 100 years, and when I saw her again with the eyes of a rogue who was about on par with a lesser god, I was even more fearful. She had the strength of a greater god at least, being incredibly strong. He then allied with her, well it was more like she bullied him under her wing.

"The best thing about her was her appearance." he muttered looking into the envelope, tearing the packaging open.

The letter floated and started reading itself.

"Hello there my sweet, you died!"

He felt like vomiting blood after hearing that.

"The great god of sunlight got pissed at you for killing his subordinates, and he personally came after you."

"WHO'S FAULT IS THAT?! YOU THREATENED ME INTO ASSASSINATING THEM!" I yelled my rage deep and complex.

"But, this great god saved your pretty ass. I even made you a body, though I had to put you on another world to have you avoid the detection of that dickhead." She spoke with venom referring to the god of sunlight, which most gods fear.

"A plus though."

His eyes perked up. When she did reward him, it wasn't just any sort of item, he generally got very high quality items that many could only look at in envy.

"I will give you something very precious if you return to me. Something nobody else has ever received."

He was dying in anticipation. Maybe some divinity? The only way to receive divinity was to kill someone as strong as her. He only had enough divinity to become a minor god when he was alive, and he had massacred the servant gods of the great god of sunlight for enough to become an intermediate god.

"I will give you my undying love. I had already been infatuated with you for years, but if you return alive, I can marry you, and we can rule the shadows together"

'Your title has been revealed to be God's Lover - while in effect, + 5 charisma.'

"What."

"My love, I wish you luck. I will wait for the moment you return."

"What."

"WHAT?! AM I CURSED!? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS FATE!"

This was not a boon, but a curse. He didn't believe in love, as in all his life he hasn't felt even a pang of love in his life. He however, wished to get back to his world though, if he did he'd have to deal with the god's love. She was also strong, probably the second strongest being in existence, with even the god of sunlight fearing her force.

"My life is terrible. I need to kill something."

Just as he said that, he heard a growling noise. His attuned battle sense kicked in, and he drew his daggers and looked around seeing nothing. He heard a light growling from the forest, and looking at his location, he was actually in a clearing. The perfect place to be ambushed.

"Wolves." he muttered, and looked around constantly waiting for the pounce.

The leader barked, and they all moved at once.

16 targets, one alpha. Appraising their stats, they were comparable to level one to two adventurers and the alpha a level 5 adventurer. Almost everyone in the world of gods was a level 1 adventurer at the minimum, and level 5 adventurers were either village leaders or relatively common in cities, so he had no fear of the wolf like creatures. Appraising them told him their names were beowolves.

He dodged the initial pounce with a large jump towards one of the wolves, driving his daggers into its eyes, killing it immediately.

'Level one Beowolf slain. 15 Slaughter EXP Gained.'

He then jumped off of it, pulling his twin daggers and starting to indiscriminately slash, incapacitating 5 and killing 7.

'Level one Beowolf slain. 16 Slaughter EXP Gained 20% decrease in experience gained for each level under yours.'

Level two Beowolf slain. 26 Slaughter EXP Gained 20% decrease applied.'

Lev…

He ignored the notifications and looked at the remaining wolf like creatures. They had nothing but anger in their eyes, and I dashed towards the weakest of the 3, dodging an attack from the level 5 Alpha. I drove the two daggers into its neck, diving under its body, and slashing the neck of the other weak beowolf, also killing it.

'You hav…'

I then used shadow teleportation, and came up behind the alpha, surprising it with a slash from two daggers slicing off its arm. I then quickly backed away, dodging it's quick retaliation.

"That fucker must have 20 dexterity, and even more strength! Good thing it's vitality is so low, or else I may have died trying to remove it's arm."

The wolf ignored my mumbling, and charged at me in a blind rage. I then teleported behind it and drove my daggers into its back. The damn stubborn thing was still alive. Not able to pull the daggers out of its back without taking a hit, I moved back, pulling out my throwing knives. The wolf then charged me, and I was already throwing knives with expert skill trying to down it, to no avail.

"I can't use shadow teleportation anymore!" I say grit my teeth and dodge it's claws twice, and get hit once, opening a decently sized wound on my arm. Holding a knife like a dagger I wait for the perfect moment and drive the cheap knife into the bottom of the wolf's jaw, finally ending the battle.

'Level 6 Alpha Beowolf slain. You have gained 428 Slaughter EXP X 20% for each level over yours. 599 EXP gained in total.'

I look around the battlefield to see the remaining wolves trying to avenge their leader, well, if they could. I pulled out my daggers, wrapped my wound, and killed the remaining wolves.

"Overall only about 750 EXP, Less than one third what I need to level up…"

He sighed, and decided to just move away for now, as the scent of his blood might attract even more predators.

Just as he was about to leave though, he saw a man come out of nowhere.

He quickly put his hands on his daggers, only to see the man putting his hands up.

"I mean no harm. I just saw you taking down these Beowolves here and was rather impressed. Especially because you don't have an aura unlocked."

"..." I stayed silent, lookin at him for a couple of seconds and he smiled. I had no idea what aura was at all, so I just asked a question in response.

"What do you want?"

"Getting right down to business, Eh? I think I'll like you. I want you to become a hunter."

"Fight more of these things for a living?"

"Yes, you'll even get an aura, making these things just small fry."

"...Ok. I'm in. Where to."

Aura seemed like something he should be interested, even though he had never heard of it. Also the man seemed to be part of some sort of guild that gave missions to dispatch the monsters. He seemed reputable through and through, even if he was hitting the sauce.

"Names Qrow. I'm on way back from a mission, so we can head to the academy and you can meet the old man. If you don't have anywhere to go there are already some open dorms. It'll be about a day back with aura, so I should just unlock yours now."

"Unlock? How do you do that?"

Just put your hands into mine.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee."

I felt a warm sensation that quickly turned ice cold as I felt a familiar presence. One of my creepy stalker.

The grey color that was coming out changed to a dark black and her symbol flashed incorporeally in front of me.

Qrow turned pale seeing the change, but I felt as if I was getting stronger rather than being harmed, so I embraced it, feeling as if my power had increased Exponentially.

'Aura of Vitria- Strength, Agility, and Constitution + 5 while active, bonus to stealth, stealing, and luck.'

'Semblance- Vitria's boon: Summon a soul projection of your lover, 5 levels higher than yourself. If she wishes, she can teleport to you whenever she wants.'

"Oh no." I say, and Qrow, who was shocked by the aura was even more shocked by a beautiful woman appearing out of nowhere and hugging the teenager.

AN: Was that good? Most likely no. I do hope you enjoyed it. I have written some originals, but hate them so far. The comedy has yet to develop, but the action is ok, so this was basically just an establishing chapter.