(A/N) So the story seems to have some positive reception so far. One review had said that I need to touch up a bit more on the Lore. I plan on doing so, but as the story progresses so it feels smooth rather than a bunch of information being dropped on you at once.

Chapter 1 was intended to be a small pilot chapter. All it was meant to show was the meeting between Ozpin and Dante, as well as a bit of information on Lemartes and Astorath. These are some of the main characters of this story, as they will be training Jaune to be a Space Marine soldier. But do expect more information to be explained during Jaune's training. This way I can explain more about the Blood Angels, the Death Company, The Chaos, Heretics, Xenos, and the Imperium in more detail for your viewing pleasure. Another thing is I am still new to this whole writing thing, so I'm getting into my groove with all of this.

As I've said before, I hope you all enjoy the story. Let's make it a good one.

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Telecommunications"

"Demonic Speech"

'Demonic Thought"


Location: Blood Angels Base, Halls. Jaune's PoV

I cautiously followed the the man in gold and the mechanical being through the halls of wherever they were. Along the way, the man in gold, now known as his father, Dante Arc, had told me some details about where we were. Dad told me that we were in the base of some army called the Blood Angels, and apparently they are the military that guard Remnant when the Huntsman and armies of the Four Kingdoms fail.

They operate under the command of Dante himself and the Inquisition. The mechanical being with us is Belisarius Cawl, the High Priest of the Mars Forgeworld, sent here to Remnant to oversee operations of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Dad didn't explain much, telling me that the person we are going to will teach me more as I progress in my "Training". I asked my father how I got here, and what happened to me.

"You were found in the Emerald Forest, beaten and dying. You were returned here to be medically cared for and upgraded. You will not be returning to Beacon. At least not yet." He explained briefly. Though now I wonder what he meant by 'Upgraded'. I asked him about it earlier, but he said it would be explained better at a later date.

Sometime during our journey to ...wherever we are going, Belisarius Cawl had split up from us, apparently he had some work to do. After a while of walking, we arrived in some sort of training arena. It was large, probably larger than all of the training rooms in Beacon put together. The thought of Beacon souring my mood. 'I thought I could trust them.' I thought angrily. Looking around the room, I noticed all the soldiers training. They were massive, but thinking back on it, I'm almost as tall as them somehow. 'I could have sworn I was shorter not too long ago.' The men also wore red armor, which seems to be the theme of this place.

Walking further into the room, a man in more decorated armor than the rest of the men walked towards my dad and saluted before shouting.

"COMMANDER DANTE HAS ENTERED THE TRAINING BAY! STAND AT ATTENTION!" What I assume is the Captain bellowed. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and saluted to Dad. It was an impressive sight. Dad saluted in return before talking to the Captain about the status of all the trainees.

After about ten or so minutes, Dad finished talking with the Captain and we continued on our way to wherever he was taking me. Before long, we arrived in a secluded area of the Base. In the back of the room was not a man, but Death Himself. His large, black wings obscured my view of the rest of him, but his axe, I could practically FEEL the aura of darkness and death that it radiated. The man himself gave off the same feeling. I could tell he has killed many with that axe.

The man before us turned around and seeing the rest of him really did give off a terrifying impression. His armor was blood red, like everybody here. But that isn't what caught my attention, what I couldn't look away from was his glowing red eyes and his pale skin. This man looked like the Reaper of Death.

The man in front of us saluted to my Dad before speaking. "Chapter Master." He said simply.

Dad saluted in return. "Astorath. How have you been?" He asked the man now identified as Astorath.

"I am doing as good as can be expected. Work has been piling in with the situation involving Gabriel Seth and the Flesh Tearers, as well as the an increase of brothers succumbing to The Flaw." Astorath explained.

Dad winced after hearing what Astorath said, apparently this Gabriel Seth guy is an issue. 'What is the flaw?' I thought to myself. I doubt either of them would explain it if I asked right now. Cutting off my inner monologue, I returned to listening to Dad and Astorath converse with one-another.

"Well, I will be leaving, I have work to do concerning the recent issue that came up in Northern Vacuo. Best of luck, Jaune. You'll need it with Astorath." Dad warned before turning and leaving. I watched him leave, anxiety settling in my stomach as I realize what was about to happen. I slowly turned to face Astorath.

"Let us begin, Child. Do know that I will not show any mercy in your training. You are being held to the highest expectations and I expect you to meet them or exceed them, understood?" Astorath explained to me. I nodded nervously in reply. "Y-yes sir." I stammered.

Astorath then turned around and began to walk further into the room we were in. I followed him, curious as to where we were going.


Location: Blood Angels Base, Unknown Sector, Jaune's PoV

We arrived after some time to an even more secluded location of the Blood Angels base. I asked Astorath where we were headed a few times earlier in the walk. "You will see." was all he would tell me each time. This place looked like some kind of cavern. We walked through the caverns for some time before arriving at a door. Guarding the door were two soldiers. These soldiers were wearing armor that looked exactly like the Sanguinary Guard armor that I've seen Dad's guardsmen wear, but the armor on these soldiers was different. The entirety of the suit of armor is pitch-black. There are no symbols on the armor at all except for the standard Blood Angels icon, and their eyes. They glow a dark, ominous Crimson.

Astorath must have noticed me staring because he began to explain who they were. "These men are the Erelim. They are the dark counterpart of the Sanguinary Guard. Their sole purpose is to guard my chambers from the world. Only the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels and the various Successor Chapters are permitted to know of this location. You are an exception as you will one day take the mantle of Chapter Master."

I followed him through the door. Inside was almost like a large home. Not at all what I expected, really. He led me to a library of some kind. Looking around, I could say what had to be thousands of various books and tomes. On the desk was an absurd amount of paperwork that I assume he had been working on earlier.

Astorath turned to face me before speaking. "This is where you will be learning of the Blood Angels. Further in my chambers is where we will conduct your physical training. Let us begin with the history of the Blood Angels." Astorath explained to me. To be honest, I'm looking forward to learning about all of this. From the stories I've heard, the Blood Angels are veterans of a war older than any of our civilizations.

"To understand who we are, you must first know what we are." Astorath began. I sat across from him, focused on his words.

"We are the Blood Angels, the ninth Legion to be founded during the creation and development of the Adeptus Astartes. There are thousands of Chapters, and even more Successor Chapters that follow.

We are soldiers of the Emperor of Mankind. Our purpose is to slay the enemies of Mankind to protect them. We are engineered to be stronger, faster, smarter, and all around better than the people we protect. We face many hells as well as the monsters that dwell within. This is our purpose This is why we exist. We were sent to Remnant centuries ago. The Imperium had detected human life on this planet and detached the Cadian Regiment to clear the planet of any Xenos or Daemons that may have been on the planet at the time. After they accomplished this task, they attempted to bring Remnant into the Imperium, but the people resisted because they wished to maintain their freedom. Negotiations were made with the Inquisition and it was decided that Remnant could govern itself, but the Adeptus Mechanicus were to come and operate here, as well as the Blood Angels. This is why we are here. It is our duty to defend Remnant.

We have faced many wars during our existence. We fought in the Armageddon Wars, We tried to stop Horus during the Great Heresy, although it had cost us a grave price. Horus had slain our great Primarch, Sanguinius. Sanguinius was a child of the Emperor Himself, as were all of the Primarchs of the Adeptus Astartes. But Sanguinius was among the most powerful, and influential. He sought out for the best of Humanity, and the best for the Blood Angels. His death was tragic, and His connection to the Blood Angels was so great that when he died, it causes a Psychic Backlash. We had been cursed by the Black Rage.

The Black Rage is a dark taint upon the souls of all Blood Angels. It has taken thousands of our brothers... and will take us all in due time. The Black Rage causes those affected to have visions of Lord Sanguinius' final moments before his death. Seeing this over and over drives the soldier to insanity, turning them into nothing more than bloodthirsty killers with no restraint or remorse. If a brother falls to the Black Rage in the field, his armor is painted black by a Chaplain. The fallen brother is then disarmed of all his weapons except for his Chainsword, and he is then sent to slay as many of the Emperor's enemies as possible and die on the field a hero. This cleanses their soul of the Black Rage and grants them the peace they have earned for their great sacrifice. If a brother is to fall during times of peace, he is secluded from the others and taken to the Halls of the Damned. In here their armor is painted Black with Red crosses along various parts of the armor. They are then left in a cell within the Halls until they are needed for war.

If somehow a fallen brother does not die in the field, it is my solemn duty to grant them the Emperor's Peace by the head of my axe. It is a task that pains me greatly, but must me done." Astorath explains to me. All of this information is overwhelming to absorb and understand. 'Am I gonna fall to the Black Rage, too?' I thought worriedly.

Astorath stands up and goes to leave the Library. "Come with me, I will take you to where you will be sleeping during your training. We begin your physical training at dawn, tomorrow." Astorath says before leaving the Library. I quickly stand up to follow him.

We arrived at my new temporary room. It is small, just enough space for a bed and a dresser, as well as a small desk in the corner of the room with an accompanying chair. Astorath left the room, leaving me to my own devices. I sat down on the bed, thinking about everything I learned.

'Things were so much easier when I was back in Beacon with my frien-... Ex-friends, I guess. Considering they abandoned me when I needed them most.' I thought grimly.

I remembered the events that unfolded that day. Funnily enough, there was no shouting, no fight, nothing. When they found out, they just began to ignore me. RWBY, Ren and Nora, the entire Beacon Student Populous shunned my existence. The only person who stayed by my side was Pyrrha. But nothing good lasts forever, and when she realized people stopped talking to her because of me, she chose the masses. 'Can't believe I ever trusted her...'

It doesn't matter anymore, though. I've moved on from them. I'm no longer a huntsman, I'm a Blood Angel now. I don't need them. I sighed before falling asleep on the bed. It was a dreamless night, thankfully.


Timeskip: Next Day, Dawn.

I woke up at dawn. Being a team leader got me used to that, so it wasn't much of an issue. I got out of bed and made my way downstairs. Oddly enough there was food on the table, and Astorath was nowhere to be found. Assuming the food was meant for me, I sat down and began to eat.

After finishing my meal, I stood up to wash the dish. After I finished with that, I turned to look behind me and Astorath was standing there at the entrance to the Kitchen. The sound I let out was not a girlish scream, but a threatening battle cry. Anybody who says otherwise is a liar. Astorath sighed at this, looking down for a moment and muttering something under his breath before looking back at me.

"Come with me, Young Arc. We are top begin your training." Astorath stated simply before turning around and walking down one of the many halls of his Chambers. I ran to follow him, looking around as we walked after I caught up to him. I noticed that there is no decorations of any kind. Thinking about it, I realized that the High Chaplain's Chamber is essentially just a secluded house. The thought made me chuckle.

After about five minutes of walking, we arrived at some kind of outdoor area. Looking out into the distance, I could see the vast plains down below the terrace we were on. The sight was beautiful. I stood there, looking in awe for a moment before Astorath called me again.

Astorath and I stood a few feet away from each other. I noticed he didn't have his weapon with him, which I am thankful for. He then raised his fists, getting into a fighting stance. Realizing what was happening, I did the same.

"Let us begin." was all Astorath said before jumping at me. He charged directly at me, making me throw myself to the side to avoid being hit. Standing back up quickly, I went back into my fighting stance as he turned to face me. Astorath then began to walk towards me. Keeping my eyes on him. I did not move, only raising my hands a bit more. As he got closer he struck at me with a left hook. I dodged under it like Pyrrha had taught me once before trying to punch back. I tossed my left fist toward his chest, but he deflected my fist and kicked me in my chest, sending me onto my back. Trying to get back up, Astorath walked up to be before placing his foot on my back and pushing down. I tried to push against his foot, but it wouldn't budge. I was beginning to get frustrated, putting as much energy and force into it as possible, but his foot would. not. budge! He stared down at me with a flat face, showing no emotion whatsoever as he kept his foot there. It was like he wasn't every trying! So much for being some kind of Super Soldier, I'm still useless. I gave up on trying to push against him and simply laid there. I slammed my fist into the ground in frustration. "Still useless..." I muttered under my breath, letting depression get to me.

Astorath noticed this and I assume he heard what I said because of what he told me. "Giving up is below us. Giving up is for those who lack the strength that the Emperor has bestowed upon us. This strength it what sets us apart from our enemy.

We may fall, but we will always rise by the Hand of the Emperor. It is our purpose to slay His enemies, and we will not give up until we have done so. Rise, Young Arc. Show me the might that your family carries, or I will slay all you hold dear." Astorath Threatened.

That is where I draw the line. Beat me. Belittle me. Kill me if you see fit. But do NOT bring others into this. This fight is between us and between us it shall stay!

I felt my energy coursing through my body, flowing between every single bit of muscle in me. With this new-found vigor, I pushed against his foot once more. I felt him push his foot down to counter, but I was slowly making progress. With a battlecry that would impress Dad, I was able to get his foot off of me. Astorath stumbled back slightly before quickly regaining his balance. He eyed me with what I assume what curiosity before getting back into a stance and charging at me.

I quickly got back up and dodged backwards before jumping at him, punching downwards onto his head. I was shocked when I felt my fist actually connect with his head! I had done it. I actually landed a worthwhile hit. With growing excitement, I continued trying to punch Astorath. He then did something I did not expect at all. When I went for a straight with my left arm, He grabbed it and proceeded to twist my arm and flip me over him and onto the ground.

I stared at him in shock as he held my arm to prevent me from moving, placing his foot on my chest.

"You did well. I expected this fight to end very differently. You have exceeded my expectations, and you will continue to do so, or your training will come to a harsh end. Am I understood?" Astorath demanded as he took his foot off of my chest and helped me to my feet.

"Yes, Sir." I replied with a determined nod. Looking off to the side, I noticed that our fight had somehow gone on for a few hours. We went inside and ate dinner, before speaking more about various parts of the Blood Angels. He told me a little bit about the various Successor Chapters, like the Flesh Tearers, which was apparently led by some guy named Gabriel Seth. And that he is worse tempered than Yang. Again, remembering Beacon soured my mood. I don't know why they keep coming to mind, but they do.

Astorath and I finish our meals before cleaning up and preparing to close up for the night.

I picked up my scroll, which was somehow now destroyed after my run in with the Grimm of the Emerald Forest that almost cost me my life. I turned it on and noticed that the background was a picture I took back in Beacon. It was Team RWBY and my team together. I still remember when we took it.

It was after we had passed Initiation and were given our team names. I remember being shocked when I was placed as Leader. Ruby had wanted us to take a picture together so we could have it as a memory of how we all came to be friends. Ruby and I were in the middle of the picture, Me on the left and Ruby on the right. On Ruby's right, Yang had her arm around Ruby's shoulder, holding her in a one-armed hug. Behind Yang and Ruby, Blake was standing behind them, smiling slightly. On Yang's right was Weiss, with her hand on her hip, smiling into the camera as well. Behind me was Nora over my right shoulder, trying to be in the front of the photo with Ren next to her trying to keep her still. And finally, the one that really held my attention. Standing to my left with one hand on my shoulder was Pyrrha. She was leaning toward me slightly, using the hand on my shoulder to brace herself while smiling directly into the camera. Her bright, beautiful Emerald eyes practically shining in the photo. I couldn't look away from her face on my scroll. She was the one person I thought I could rely on, and she abandoned me like the others.

A tear fell from my eyes as I remembered all the good times with them before everything happened. I want to be angry, but I know that it was my fault. I faked my transcripts, and I faced the consequences for my actions. Doesn't stop it from hurting, though. Considering how many times they trusted me with their secrets. From Blake being a faunus, to Ren and Nora's life as orphans, to Yang's insecurities about her mother leaving her and her father. They have all at one point or another trusted me with something they were ashamed of. So why is that the one time I need them, they fail me.

I slammed my hand on the desk, enraged. Astorath had walked up next to me, looking at my scroll and seeing the picture. He put a hand on my shoulder before pointing at my scroll and speaking. "I assume this picture has value to you?" He says. I sigh. "Yeah, these were my teammates and friends back at Beacon. Or at least they were before they abandoned me." I said with anger at the end. Astorath nodded in understanding before continuing to speak. "Go rest, you have earned it after today's training." I nod and head to my room to sleep for the night.

Hopefully tomorrow goes well.


Location: Blood Angels Base, Commanders Quarters.

Commander Dante Arc sits at his desk, rubbing the exhaustion from his face as he continues his work. While working, Dante thinks back to his son, and the fact that he nearly died. Explaining it to his wife, Maria was difficult. It took a lot of effort to keep her from storming Beacon herself.

Dante then thought back to Lemartes. The once bright Chaplain of the Blood Angels, and his younger brother, now nothing more than a tormented soul that desires nothing more than to break the enemy. Such is the curse of the Black Rage. Dante finished his work and decided to visit the Halls of the Damned.


Location: Blood Angels Base, Halls of the Damned.

Commander Dante walked through the Halls, occasionally stopping to peer into one of the cells to see how each soldier was. It broke his heart to see his soldiers, those who trusted Him and the Emperor to guide them and bring them home, reduced to nothing but enraged killers that are unable to properly think or see reason. Dante continued walking until he reached the cell he wanted to see. He opened the door to the cell and walked inside. When he closed the door to the cell and looked around, Dante was horrified by the sight in front of him.

In the back of the cell, sat Lemartes Arc, awake when he should be sleeping in Stasis. Looking directly at him. Lemartes sat up straight before looking directly into Dante's eyes.

"Why did you wake me?" He asked, fury evident in his entire being. I didn't wake him, and I know nobody else did because I would have been notified.

Dante felt his stomach twist. Something isn't right, Lemartes should not have been woken unless there was war. Lemartes stared at Dante wit growing agitation at being uselessly awoken.

Something's coming. But Dante isn't sure of what.


(A/N) Alright, That's chapter 2. Sorry for taking longer than intended. I had some stuff to do IRL, cutting into writing time. This chapter isn't meant to be long. The chapters will get longer as I get better at writing and find my groove. This chapter focuses on Jaune and the beginning of his training, as well as setting the scene for future developments. The next chapter will have a different focus. And I left it on a little bit of a Cliffhanger.

Why was Lemartes awoken? As far as Dante knows, there is no war that required Lemartes to be fielded. Something is coming for Remnant. Can the Blood Angels defend this planet from whatever is on the way? Keep reading to find out.

As always: Feel free to leave a Review. I'm always willing to answer any questions and appreciate any criticism.