A man with dark blonde hair and light blue eyes was walking down a deserted street in the dead of the night. All he could hear was the soft rustling of the leaves, and the pitter-patter of his feet. He wasn't supposed to be alone, especially at night, because someone had been hunting him, more specifically, his whole family, the Arcs. He wasn't stupid, he knew why. The Arc family was both feared and loved, loathed and respected, and more importantly, dangerous.

Whenever a large scale conflict would arise, an Arc would always be at the front lines, leading the charge. The Arcs are figures of leadership, and hoped. Elias Arc I had lead the charge against the Grimm during humanities first wars against the Grimm, and had turned the tide of war. Currently some 50-odd Arcs have already fallen to this lunatic who-

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a cloaked figure in front of him, with a sword in their hand. Upon closer inspection, the figure had a black mask and a red star in the middle. When the figure looked into his eyes, the Arc was frozen in fear. The figures eyes were a crimson colour, but that wasn't what got to him. The eyes... they were filled with bloodlust, something that could only be cured or sated by the spilling of blood, ARC blood.

Preparing for a fight, he attempted to draw his sword, however, before he could even touch the hilt, two blasts were heard and an overwhelming pain filled his lower half, and his legs gave out and he fell onto the street. When he looked down, he saw that both of his knees had been shot, he started screaming in pain and grabbing his now red and mushy knees when the figure approached.

"You are an Arc, part of a family known for their warmongering ways." The figure had said, his voice was deep, and jagged, perhaps he was using a voice changer?

"It was you then, hunting down my family! You'll die for what you've done. If you think killing the entire Arc family will solve whatever vendetta you have, you are sadly mistaken." The blonde man had screamed out, partly because of pain, and partly because of anger. Here they were, the great and powerful Arc family, being hunted and put down like dogs. Even though his knees had turned to mush, he was still angry that they were put in this situation.

"How interesting, even when you're unable to walk you can still run that mouth of yours. We'll have to remedy that." A voice behind him spoke; he realized it was the one who had shot him. The voice was very different from the first. It was more feminine, and soft, sot but deadly. And just like that, he felt an intense pain in his stomach, and looking down, he saw a blade protrude out of his stomach, and it was gone again. When the sword was dislodged he started coughing out blood.

He knew he wasn't gonna leave alive, hell, they knew, and so he decided to know at least why they're doing this. He had inferred why but it was better to hear it straight from the horse's mouth, not that it would matter anyway, he would be the only one to hear it, since it was just the three of them, but he would rather die knowing fully why they were doing this to his family.

"H-humour a dead man for a bit why don't you? Why are you hunting us down? What do you think you're gonna get when we die?" The dying Arc had said, coughing up some more blood and holding his stomach wound.

The figures merely smirked from behind their masks before the male had spoken.

"Very well then, we are hunting you and your family because you are a nuisance to Remnant. Your warmongering ways have caused unfathomable amounts of death, not to mentioning destruction of property. When your ancestor, the man who'd commanded the charge against the Grimm that helped save us all those years ago, we were grateful. But as time went on and more and more of you had appeared, we had asked, even begged the leaders of each kingdom to get rid of you. Do you know what they all said?" The man had asked the Arc, to which he simply shook his head.

"'They're a necessary evil. They inspire courage and loyalty, are incredible fighter, great tacticians and are incredible human beings. You ask us to get rid of ALL of them just because they have a battle lust? Do you not remember who led the charge against the Grimm during humanities first war against the Grimm? Elias Arc I. We NEED the Arcs. If that's all you have to say, you may take your leave'. Can you believe that? Afterwards a certain organization was formed, Aureus Finis, or simply called-"

"Golden End..." The Arc had interjected.

"Golden End indeed, an incredibly fitting name for our organization, don't you think so?" The female had asked.

"Organization?" The Arc had questioned.

The man merely chuckled before answering. "Of course, you wouldn't think we'd be able to kill an Arc, let alone almost all of them, without spending years training, recruiting, and preparing, would you? You see, we've formed the group 60 years ago, and now all that waiting will come to fruition. We're so close to our dream now. After you, all that's left would be the main family, although they won't be easy as the rest of you had been, maybe they'll actually put up a fight."

Despite barely managing consciousness, the Arc had a feeling of desperation in him. Not because he was going to die, but because his whole family was going to die. If they were successful, there would be no more Arcs roaming the world, no more Arcs to pass down their experience, no more Arcs if the Grimm ever showed up again, like they did all those years ago. And if that happened, all of humanity would be gone. 'No, I have to do this, not just for the Arcs, but for all of Remnant.' With that, he attempted to grab the pistol he kept at his side, his memories flashed before his eyes. One was about his childhood; the next was his time training to become a Hunter.

As his hand reached his pistol he heard a gunshot and felt his right side explode in pain. He kept pushing through the pain and un-holstered his gun. Another shot had been fired, this time in the middle of his chest, and he fell down onto his back. The last memory he had was with his fiancée Elizabeth. He felt a tear form in his eyes. 'Poor, poor Elizabeth, she'll be so heart-broken to find out what'd happened. I barely got her to let me go out and this happens Bugger me.'He merely chuckled before he saw them aim their guns towards his head. 'I hope she moves on, finds love again. I... love you, Liz, and I'll be waiting for you... but please don't follow me too soon.' His last image was with Elizabeth, the look on her face as he knelt in front of her and pulled out the box. She was on the brink of tears and had the biggest smile on her face as he-

His final musings were interrupted by a final gunshot that ended the Arc's life. The figures merely nodded at each other before the female pulled out her Scroll.

"Overlord, this is Kingfish reporting in. The target has been dealt with, I repeat, the target has been dealt it." The one known as 'Overlord' had responded.

"Excellent work Kingfish, Scarecrow will be inbound in 10 mikes, head to LZ Delta for extract." And with that, the call ended, and the two figures ran to their LZ.