Disclaimer: I own neither RWBY, nor Hellsing. As fun as that would be.

The stories of Remnant were varied and magical affairs, fairy tales meant to teach lessons to children, or merely to entertain the masses. Tales of Heroes and Monsters, The Knights of Solomon, The Hound of Baskerville, and many more. No one knew when they were first told, only that they were some of the few things that remained from before all history was lost. Some had originally been just that, tales for entertainment. Others, such as the Four Maidens, were believed by some to be absolutely true.

To Ozpin, these tales were small pleasures of his, telling them and recalling the ones that very few people knew of. During his time before becoming Headmaster of Beacon, he would collect as many as he could out on the field. Whether they were local legends, such as vampires, were-beowolves or evil witches, or tales like his most recent discovery, The Legend of King Artorias. Although there hadn't been any Kings with that name during the Great War, it was interesting to at least pretend that this had been a king from before or during their lost history.

It was during one such session of research (when he should have been reading transcripts), that he'd received a transmission from his staff in the Emerald Forest. Preparation for the initiation was something that took some time, repairs from the previous initiation needed to be done. This was usually easy, especially since Glynda had come back from her mandatory vacation during the break, so Ozpin couldn't help but to wonder what could have possibly warranted his attention.

He was caught by surprise when, instead of Glynda Goodwitch, he was instead greeted by one Bartholomew Oobleck. The young professor was clearly excited, far more than his usual caffeine-laced antics anyway. The absence of Oobleck's glasses caused a slight twitch at the corner of Ozpin's lips, "What is it, Bartholomew?" He inquired, amused at the animated professor's impressive ability to remain still.

"We've found something, Ozpin!" The professor exclaimed while walking around in circles, "A tomb in the Emerald Forest, in our own backyard no less!" Oobleck grinned as he looked back at the camera, "The sigil is like and unlike anything I've ever seen! You really should come down here, Headmaster! Words cannot do it justice! If I were to guess, I'd believe it has something to do with one of your legends!"

The Headmaster smirked, there was the catch and Oobleck knew it. Next to coffee, legends and the possible truth surrounding them were some of his greatest passions. Ozpin stood up and grabbed his cane, "Very well, I'll be there in a moment." He said, Oobleck nodded before the feed was cut.

He strode towards his personal coffee machine and let out a content sigh. The sweet aroma of the Elixir of Life filled his nostrils, truly whatever being had graced the world of Remnant with such a concoction surely was a saint of sorts. Not even bothering to drink the substance, he walked towards the elevator ever grateful for his mug. The ability to retain the heat meant that he didn't have to worry about his coffee getting cold before he got to the forest.

It wasn't a long bullhead ride, although it gave him just enough time to finish his coffee before setting it down. If things were as serious as the Doctor had suggested, it was probably a good idea to have both hands available. He waited for the aircraft to touch down before he stepped off, his cane crunching against the dirt as he made his way down the path lined with various markers. As he grew closer, he could hear the excited chattering of his youngest Professor along with questions from his co-staff, namely Peter Port and his most trusted deputy Headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch.

"The insignia is red with the two keys crossed over one another, one gold and one silver." Oobleck said to himself, unaware of the Headmasters arrival "The cotter is pointed upwards and towards the sides of the shield, and two cords are hanging from the grips or keys."

Ozpin decided now was the time to interrupt "Typically they are red or blue. It seems in this case they are red." he said as he moved past Professor Port and Goodwitch, his hand moving up to touch the shield. "It's surmounted by a tiara, although it seems it is a triregnum in this case."

"A three layered tiara, formed from three crowns, we still have no idea what it represents." Oobleck added with a nod of agreement from the Headmaster. "Two ribbons hang from it, each marked with crosses."

"Although," Peter chimed in, moving his hand over the letters on either side of the ribbon. The letters spelled XIII, the 'X' on the left side of the ribbon and the 'III' on the right. "I am curious as to the significance of the number thirteen. All other versions of this symbol don't have it." He harrumphed, "If I were to guess…it might have significance to one of my favorite stories that I heard as a boy."

Oobleck's eyes darted towards the boisterous professor. Ozpin noted the surprise in the hyperactive professor's eyes and found an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Of course Peter would have some knowledge of this legend. If there was one thing the professor loved, other than his own stories, were ones with violence equal to what he could dish out.

"So you know what this is, Peter?" Glynda asked, shifting her weight from her left leg to her right, "The insignia is very familiar, I recall my family mentioning it to me when I was a little girl." The deputy headmistress crossed her arms in thought.

The portly professor chuckled, his moustache twitched as it hid a smirk. He spread his arms wide, "Of course! Mind you, it is a very old story. Like all stories, there's many interpretations of it. However, they all share one thing in common: They were all based on a hero from the Lost Times. I've heard of him as the Monster Hunter."

Oobleck nodded, his eyes now traced over the symbol with a sense of reverence, "In my home town, he was known as 'The Purifier.'" A whimsical smile passed over his face.

Glynda, on the other hand, did not seem to share in their reverie. The names were familiar; however, Ozpin surmised that the tale she was familiar with was not the same ones that the others shared. Glynda observed the ribbon and frowned, "My family once told tales of a Huntsman that had made the ultimate sacrifice and became the very thing that he hunted." She began, "We called him 'The Monster of God.'"

Ozpin looked towards the insignia again, he scanned over it and caught a small slit in the corner. He turned back to his friends and began speaking, "A great warrior who fought the darkness. For he himself was a force of nature." His left hand rested atop his right hand which clutched his cane. "The Crusader, The Paladin, The Blue Light of Persecution, The White Knight, The Exorcist." He paused. An internal smile was felt as he observed the three of them hanging onto his words. His penchant for theatrics did sometimes get the better of him. "The Saint of Blades, and according to legend, the first Huntsman."

AN: Oh boy, I've been wanting to do a Hellsing crossover with RWBY for a while, and I just figured out how to do it. I realize, I already have another Hellsing crossover going on, and I am not abandoning it, however I would rather put out something of quality rather than force something out.

With that out of the way, welcome to Deo Volente, a story that I have been trying to figure out for a few months now. I already have Alucard as a focal point of my other story, so I figured that Anderson would be perfect for this one. I hope you enjoy! And please don't forget to review.

Special thanks to wilji1090 who is collaborating with me on this story. He helped to rearrange some paragraphs so they flowed better, and introduced some ideas that I liked. He will continue to do so going forward, or at least for as long as he can continue to.