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"Genesis. Exodus. Leviticus. Numbers~."
In the middle of a wide and infested forest, a young human male is seen dilly dallying in the midst of all that is going on with a small smile on his face. A calm, carefree, and free spirited nature that is big enough to ignore everything that might be happening around you is not the time nor place to have, especially in a forest like this.
He is a Caucasian young boy with spiky silver hair with a tiny hint of black on the front. He wears a black hoodie that covers white bandages that cross in an 'X' over his chest, black jeans, black high tops with white laces, and a gold scarf that matches his eyes. On his waist, there is a trumpet that is silver in color that is held in place with white cloths. On the other side is a broad sword, the same color and holster.
"Deuteronomy. Joshua. Judges. Ruth~."
Right now he is singing Oum knows what, completely oblivious to a large shadow that is approaching behind him, the faint rustling of leaves and the rushing winds in the air that signals something terrible is about to happen. A large size of a Nevermore is stalking our friendly, but dumb friend here that holds hope to snag him up for a quick, easy, and tasty meal. The beast quickly goes on the attack and sends a volley of feathers that are sharp as knives to maybe pin or get him from behind. They got closer to the ground, inches away before they strike. The monster flies down to inspect if he is dead so he can hurry up and eat him, but ultimately meets its end when a blade of magnificent silver cuts a deep gash in the huge neck of the flying anomaly and is sent in the unforgiving ground, dying quickly. A shadow on the back of the dead Nevermore yanked out their lustrous blade which drew a geyser of black smoke, surrounding their environment for a quick moment before it subsided. The smoke revealed the boy from before, who now held a blank, completely ominous look that was the polar opposite from the him from before. He hopped off the corpse which was beginning to evaporate.
'The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are bold as a lion. When a land transgresses, it has many rulers, but with a man of understanding and knowledge, its stability will long continue.'
The boy stopped momentarily in his thoughts before turning his head quickly in a random direction. His left hand rose and aimed at the trees blocking the inside of the extra forest when they began to part, each tree behind the next one following the same notion. He lowered his hand to his side and smiles a little when witnessing a multitude of Beowulfs and Ursa in the parted trees' wake.
All seemed to noticed their shelter gone in a blink of an eye and turned their attention to what could've made it so. Their answer was right in front of them: a waving boy with a smile plastered on his face, with a sword in the other hand. They grew enraged, now knowing that this human was the one responsible. They also thought that the human was mocking them as well, further justifying their next actions.
The majority of them, the Beowulf species, ran in a quick speed with their claws at the ready. The boy spun his sword in his hand to grip it backwards before complying with their wish. The two parties were about to meet when the boy hopped above them swiftly, disappearing for the time being. The Grimm stopped and began to scan around for their snack when something stabbed in the ground from behind the pack, cracking the ground and forced them to begin tumbling down on the ground from the big impact between the two forces. The boy unhooked his sword from the ground and threw it in a boomerang fashion and successfully dismembered their heads in a beautiful sequence, catching his sword when it came back around. They were quickly replaced with their team who rushed him in an all-out force, but were quickly dealt with when the boy slashed the air in a cross gesture that glowed gold for a second that rammed through the horde. The area was immediately covered in the same black smoke, blinding the Grimm momentarily. The rest were put down before they could even think from a huge wave of pure white fire that effectively blew away the smoke all the while.
'And just as it is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment, or in your case, abominations of His creation.'
He caught a breather before resuming his onslaught on the next species of Grimm. The Ursa didn't allow him to rest and began to cautiously stalk him, putting a quick pace in their step every once in awhile. The boy rotated his whole body around and strangely seemed calm in his predicament. Normally, the average huntsman would be sweating a little right now, but he seems perfectly capable of handling these heathens with no sweat. Minutes passed and everything stopped all around them. The leaves could be heard dropping to the ground and time seemed to have slowed down.
The young boy was quick on the draw and promptly stabbed his sword in the ground, the crack emitting a bright light from the inner parts of the planet and blinding the Grimm once again. A sudden earthquake surprised each and every one of the Grimm and all lost their balance and fell through the trenches that were now in full effect in his plan. One by one, the horde of Ursa was quickly decreasing in numbers but only a few were left. The few who were left tried escaping the splitting of the ground and were successful, well for the most part. One unfortunate bear stepped in a weak spot in the ground and it caved in, bringing them down in the deep darkness of the core of the planet.
The boy, seeing the coast is clear, dropped from the air and crouched to prevent the momentum from hurting him. He hums to himself before walking away but a faint whimper caught his ear as he made haste to where it came from. He sees a Ursa all by its lonesome, on the ground near a tree in pain, perhaps from the ground breaking apart and it tried to get away fast but ended up hurting itself instead.
He took pity on the creature before he decided to not fight it but tried the good ol' intimidation method he learned from his peers back at home. He lowered his head to bring energy up through his inner body and slowly raised his head. The Grimm shook in fear at what it just witnessed. Behind the boy's frame grew a pair of wings in astral projection with lightning appearing out of nowhere, brightening the wings in a spine-chilling manner. It dragged its half body away in a desperate attempt to get away from the indifferent human that took away everything from it. No human is this intimidating and it frightens it if there is more than the likes of him.
The boy sighed and for the last time walked away to resume his trek through the forest before a mop of blonde hair appeared in his peripheral vision. He turned his head to see a middle-aged woman that has very light-blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her eyes are bright green and she wears thin ovular glasses. She has dangling teal earrings that match the hanging pendant on her collar. She wears a white long-sleeved, pleated top that has a wide keyhole neckline and gauntlet cuffs that flare in pleats at the wrist. Her lower body is covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings. She wears black boots with bronze heels, and a cape that is purple inside and black on the outside. The cut of the cape is stylized to end in flames and arrows, with a row of diamond-shaped bronze beads on the back.
The woman held a stern look on her face which he returned with a bright smile and a energetic wave of his hand. Her lips twitched upwards for a split second before her seriousness returned as she approached him with a unwavering walk.
"Good evening, young man. My name is Glynda Goodwitch. I have a request from Professor Ozpin to come get you. He wishes to speak with you for a moment." She proclaimed with authority.
He smiled wider which creeped out the blonde woman to no end, "I would like to meet this Professor Ozpin. Was he the one who watched me fighting these Grimm here?"
Her face took a shocked turn at his amazing observation. Did he detect the cameras around here or does he have some kind of out of this world intuition at being watched? Either way, he still is something if he is that prepared.
"Why yes...yes he is. Come now. We should be going." She commanded walking away, still shaking off the astonishment.
He appeared quickly on her right side, making her jump slightly in her pace but quickly recovered. She glanced at him, still having that wide smile on his face as he began singing,
"Samuel. Kings. Chronicles~. Ezra. Nehemiah. Esther. Job~."
'What in Oum's name is he talking about? Ezra? Job? This boy is out of his mind…'
After an awkward several minutes and non-stop singing, they finally arrived at their destination.
"...Jude. And Revelation~. Oh, is this the place? Ok, let us go inside!" The boy ran to the door and opened it before stopping as he almost bumped into a man in green holding a plate of doughnuts and a mug.
They both locked eyes for what seemed like forever until the boy grew his now normal wide smile and rose his hand in greeting, "Hiya sir! How are you?"
The older man smiled in amusement at this boy's attitude before he offered his greeting, "Hello young man. I am doing well this evening. Come and have a seat over here." He pointed to a metal table with a single light hanging over their heads. He rushed to his seat eagerly in order to talk with this guy, who approached the table and set down the plate of doughnuts.
'Wonder what he wants to talk about. Is this about the fight in the forest? If it is, I'll happily oblige! This guy is Professor Ozpin: the most grandest man to ever walk the face of this planet. He seems trustworthy enough. I can feel it in his...uh...aura!' He ponders before he took a few doughnuts from the plate and wolfed them down.
"So! Where did you learn to do this?" The now identified Ozpin directed his attention to the small tablet on the table, showing his skills with the sword.
"Oh that's easy! I'm self taught! Never lost pace with my training at all! It's required of me to not slack off and fool around. It's a sin to be lazy." He finished with a serious look, surprising Glynda. In their few minutes together, never once has this boy changed facial expressions ever. It's kind of wrong to see this expression on him.
"Mhm, I see. And who requires this of you, Mr…"
"Oh, I am terribly sorry. I'm Caelum, Prof. Ozpin! I am currently scouting Vale for any loose Grimm that may very well disobey their orders to stay put in the forests away from the humans in the city! And who requires this of me? My Father!" Caelum says joyfully, not noticing the slip of the tongue there.
Ozpin raises an eyebrow at that last part, 'The Humans? It sounds like he categorizes himself differently...Is he not human? Hmm…'
"So you know of me. And your father requires this, yes?" Ozpin says slowly.
"Yep!"
"Caelum, what are you?" He says. He can't sneak in a hint in his words at all as Caelum is not making this easy for him. He is just so free spirited.
"Huh? I am an angel of the Lord." Caelum reveals, not missing a beat.
The looks on Ozpin and Glynda's faces were so lost at this 'Lord' character and the term 'angel' were foreign as well. The blonde teacher was the first to speak up, "Lord? As in a leader, a commander?"
"In a sense, yes. But not just any leader...our saviour! He has finally taken action upon this world when he sent me, His messenger! You have no idea how big of an honor this is for me. And I can't fail Him no matter what, because we all love every creation in the universe and we wish to see them through the end! That's why I am here on His behalf. Protecting this world from evil is a must and nothing will stand in my way!" Caelum finished, talking pretty fast, reminding them of a certain reaper they talked to almost an hour ago.
"Caelum. Would you mind telling me what an 'angel' and this 'Lord' character is?" Ozpin asked of the boy.
Caelum smiled and nodded in affirmation, "Yes! Angels are created, non-human spirit beings. They cannot die. God created angels for the purpose of serving and carrying out His will. And The Lord is a head of the Holy Trinity of Heaven. God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. The Lord, or the Holy Spirit, acts as a ghost who establishes God's presence within an area, washing the living in His Holy glow and entering their bodies to give a message through said person and through tongue interpretation. He works wonders doing this and the lives that are saved is just too many to count, it's a miracle!"
Ozpin was fascinated by this tale. Angels are these ethereal beings that cannot die and does this God's work by saving people's lives? He'll have to look into this more from this young man who claims to be an angel of the same description, but for now…
"Is there proof to you being one of these angels that you speak of?"
A nod he received before he witnessed something that he'll never forget in his lifetime. Two pairs of wings appeared behind the boy through astral projection with thunder and lightning outside which shook the building massively on its foundation. The walls caved in and blasted open to reveal the outside and lightning almost striked where Ozpin was sitting, but he sidestepped from his spot where there was now a burnt crater on the concrete floor of the building. All subsided when Caelum withdrew his wings and saw the astounded expressions on both the professor's faces.
"Is that enough proof for you?" He asked curiously, ready to prove more of his power.
"N-No! That won't be necessary, Mr. Caelum. That is good enough." Said a frightened Glynda.
Ozpin was still standing there in his spot in the corner, too shaken up to move. How marvelous! Such strength and what good amount of it too! What kind of world does Mr. Caelum live in? He regained his posture and cleared his throat before offering his deal, "N-Now the reason I called you here is this: would you take the opportunity to come and attend Beacon with the rest of my students? It would be most beneficial and you would make lots of friends along the way. And we'll also help you achieve your goal in your mission in protecting this world. That is what my school has dedicated it's time to for a very long time. What do you say, Mr. Caelum?"
As if Caelum's smile couldn't grow any wider, he shook hands with Ozpin, "Yes sir! I would like to join this Beacon and study alongside these young people!"
Glynda then thought at the mention of "these young people", 'If angels cannot die, then how old…?' She then asked, "If you don't mind my asking, how old are you, Mr. Caelum?"
The angel looked to her with his blank expression, "3,225 years old."
Her mouth was shot open in total awestruck at the large number and Ozpin stifled a laugh at her expression. Surely she must've known due to him being immortal...just like...
No. Don't dwell on that right now. Right now, he has a new student to look forward to other than Ruby Rose attending this year at his school.
It would be most interesting.