Hello there, I'm The Royal Protector and you're reading the second chapter of Honor For All and I have an apology to make, MS Word's spell check and auto correct can be a bit annoying sometimes, especially with names. I use the Hungarian version and it changes names accordingly, see Violet-Viola. I went back and fixed this problem but it just rubbed me the wrong way.

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Chapter 2: Revenge Solves Everything

'Ugh' Corvin mentally groaned as he felt consciousness slowly returning to him. His throat felt dry as the desert and he found opening his eyes almost as hard as when his alarm clock rung to wake him up during finals week. Yes, that was it, maybe he was just dreaming last night's events, he says dream but it was more like the worst nightmare he had ever lived through. The thought made him shudder and scoff, being exiled from the Order was one of his biggest fears, and that fight with Violet was just a figment of his imagination, she was probably in the living room drinking coffee and going through the news on her phone. Were he to wake up and go out she would make a sarcastic remark about him getting up late, as usual, with a small smile tugging at her lips. He would retort in kind and make his own coffee before going to university. She would do the same and attend her own classes, then after coming home they would bicker an hour about who should cook and probably end up ordering something instead. He smiled with closed eyes, family life was good.

Of course, it hadn't been all sunshine and roses, they would sometimes argue about the future and their ideas regarding it. Sometimes their arguments got a bit heated and chairs, dark tendrils, bullets and honest to Void curses were thrown around but it was all goodhearted, mostly.

Such was sibling life.

They knew each other's opinion down to every word yet they still disagreed on it, sometimes just for principle's sake. Yet they still stirred up each other.

Having a battle to the death with her sister seemed ridiculous now, but as they say hindsight is 20/20 and besides, he would have won, easily.

He chuckled.

And those weird people on that world? He grinned at the thought of that red clad girl with an oversized scythe and that blonde woman with that riding crop, what was his brain thinking back then? Someone from Harry Potter would fit here just perfectly, he summarized. And that flaming psycho chick, he had no words for her, he was still itching to wipe that grin off of her face, with a bullet, preferably buckshot.

He had a headache apparently, his head hurt and his eyes still refused to open. He mentally frowned, was he hungover?

'Oh, great. Vi will a field day with me' He groaned 'Just before our paired assignment as well' He mused while thinking what kind of alcohol could cause this level of nausea. He had to find out, maybe he could use it on Vi as revenge for the teasing he will surely get today.

'Alright, I put this off long enough now' He decided and tried to open his eyes, but to his surprise they didn't budge. He grimaced and decided he would try something else instead. He was exceptionally proud of himself, he had to do an actual step-by-step process just to get up from his bed.

As any functional adult should.

Actually now that he thought about it, he wasn't laying in his bed, or anyone's for that matter.

He was sitting in a quite uncomfortable metal chair.

'Great, managed to pass out in the middle of campus'

He swallowed and felt a tinge of pain assault his senses. His vocal chords felt torn, and they hurt a bit. He raised a mental eyebrow, he wasn't the singing type, not even when he was drunk. Seeing that physical attempts led nowhere he went with the spiritual one.

He concentrated on his Mark and activated 'Dark Vision'.

He hissed in pain and his eyes finally shot open from the shock. His entire left arm felt like it was wrapped in a white hot metal beam that burrowed into his bones and muscles. The pain thankfully receded after a bit and he looked at his hands.

"Wha-? No, no, no!" He said, his voice was coarse and rough from his torn chords. His right arm was normal aside from the fact that it was younger than it had any right to be, years younger.

What was the real kicker was his left arm, it was wrapped in bandages from his shoulder down to his wrist, with a small extension just covering his Mark. He didn't see all of it, but he felt the fabric on his skin.

His mind went into a frenzy.

'Last night was real!?' He suddenly remembered every small detail that eluded him before and with each passing second his eyes grew larger and his hands began shaking. He fought with Violet, he lost, badly. He was cast out and threatened never to return or face the consequences. He was accused of something he didn't commit! He was framed! He became a disgrace in the eye of everyone he held dear! He was exiled!

By Violet.

He grit his teeth and was about stand up and let out all of his rage when a door suddenly opened in front of him. It snapped him out of his anger and realized that he didn't bother to check out his surroundings.

He was sitting on a metal folding chair with a metal table in front of him, with his weapons on it. His modified pistol and his folding sword, in all their glory. He was in an interrogation room by the looks of it, the walls were made of white bricks with a two-way mirror to his right. There was only one exit, the door on the other end of the table, behind another metal chair.

A man stood in the doorway with a cup of steaming coffee in hand and a passive expression on his face. He looked to be in his late forties if Corvin had to guess, with an all grey hair and a cane he certainly looked the part. He wore green and black clothes and had black tinted glasses that were probably only there for aesthetic purposes.

He didn't even say a word as he made his way over to the table, he set his cane against it and sat down, intently looking at Corvin. He returned the gesture and they stared at each other for a few silent minutes.

"You have… peculiar eyes" The man finally broke the choking silence with that simple statement. Corvin however was thrown off by it.

"Uh, I'm sorry?"

"I have never witnessed anything like them before" He confessed, still looking at him intently "I'm merely curious about how someone could possess such a rarity" He clarified. Corvin narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before opening his mouth.

"But, we're not here to discuss eye coloring now, are we?" The man cut him off before he could even say a word "I'm Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon academy" He introduced himself briefly.

"Corvin, Corvin Halden" Corvin hesitantly returned the gesture.

"A pleasure" The professor responded "Now, you must be wondering what had happened and where you are?" He continued, finally breaking eye contact if only to sip at his coffee.

"Not exactly, no" Corvin shook his head and gestured around him "This looks like an interrogation room and my interrogator is actually talking to me instead of beating me" he shot a look at Ozpin "So I'll hazard a guess and say this is a police station, you probably brought me here after I blacked out and treated my arm" He shrugged.

"Quite observant for someone of your age" Ozpin commented with a raised eyebrow. That sentence however made Corvin flinch which didn't avoid Ozpin's attention.

"Yeah, looks can be deceiving" He supplied weakly, his mind still not coming to terms with his state. He glanced at his arms worriedly. Ozpin huffed in agreement but otherwise remained content observing the young man.

"Why am I not restrained and why aren't my weapons locked away?" Corvin asked with a raised eyebrow. He flexed his arms and nodded to his inactive weapons to indicate his point. Ozpin took out a tablet like device from his vest and played a recording, he gave it to Corvin.

"We saw your fight on the rooftop and decided that it would be wise not to agitate you, especially after waking up in an unknown environment with strangers surrounding you" He explained his reasoning in a calm manner "The police disagreed at first but they came around when someone made the point that it probably made no difference whether you had your weapons or not" He chuckled.

Corvin had to give it to the man, he was handling the situation very well, especially if he saw the whole fight and knew that he could kill him before he even got up from his seat if he said something offending. No one needed an unnecessary misunderstanding, however he was still unsure if he was sure about his position here. This was a police station and maybe he was in custody right now. He frowned, he didn't need that bundle of trouble right now. He had other plans that probably clashed with whoever's custody he was in right now. His second statement was also true. He could break out of this station no problem with or without his equipment. And he wasn't boasting in the slightest.

The only difference between the two paths was how irritated he would be at the end of it.

And the number of dead bodies in his wake.

"Thank you" He said earnestly, while he wouldn't hesitate to leave the building soaked in blood that didn't mean he would enjoy it. Ozpin nodded with a small smile.

"You're welcome, now I have some questions to you if that wouldn't be a problem?" He asked in a friendly manner.

"Of course, I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability" He replied straight faced and Ozpin nodded.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" He played a recording showing Corvin deflecting swords one after the other with relative ease, from an outsider's perspective he was moving at lightning speed. Corvin remained silent for a moment, secrecy was one of the pillars on which the Order was built upon and while technically he wasn't a member any longer he wasn't intent to sell them out. He thought about it for a minute, this world was using the arcane rather freely so he wasn't in as much trouble as if he landed in a purely technological society. The blonde and the fiery psycho were proof enough .Yeah, he could work with that.

"My late mentor taught me everything I know" He replied truthfully "He took me in when I was young and vulnerable and treated me like his own son. He was harsh, unforgiving and a strict perfectionist but looking back I know that every lesson he taught me was worth its weight in gold" He gestured to the recording. Ozpin huffed in agreement and nodded.

"What were you doing before the battle took place?"

"I'm fresh off the boat, so to speak" He shrugged "I spent a good part of my life far from civilization and after my mentor's death I realized that nothing was holding me back to our place, so I left. I hoped this city would have a few opportunities for someone like myself" He explained. His story was intentionally hazy so if he needed he could expand upon it later, but he hoped that it was not too vague that the man wouldn't buy it.

"And why did you intervene in the fight?" Ozpin inquired in a level tone.

"I saw that red hooded girl fight with a few people and that got me curious" He lied through his teeth "I observed the fight for a bit and realized who the aggressor was. One of the most important lessons ingrained in me by my mentor was to help those in need if I had the means to do so, so I did. At first as I was about to jump in it occurred to me that maybe I was out of my depth, seeing as the combatants were throwing around explosions and storm clouds" As if, fully powered he would have wiped the floor with everyone present "and turned away to leave"

"But then I felt an explosion rocking everything and sending me off balance so I turned back and saw the other two jumping away from explosions at their feet. I tried to buy some time for them to either leave or collect themselves. It worked but things got out of hand pretty fast" He shrugged and gave and apologetic smile.

Ozpin looked passive, Corvin couldn't decide if his silence was a good or a bad sign, but he could feel an oppressive feeling in the back of his head suggesting that he didn't buy anything he said. He didn't know why but he suddenly felt nervous, as if he was sitting across a member of the high council. He didn't like the feeling one bit. Why was he feeling this way? He had faced much scarier and more powerful beings before and not even they could cause this kind of reaction in him. He would have swallowed hard but his vocal chords flared every time in protest when he tried. The feeling didn't go away as the minutes dragged on and he could feel a knot form in his stomach but thankfully Ozpin broke the oppressive atmosphere.

"Very well, Now I just have one last question" Ozpin said curtly. Corvin nodded quickly, eager to get away from this choking presence.

"What will you do now?"

That question hit him hard, he expected something about his powers or how he had appeared out of nowhere or even him calling him out on his lies, but he didn't expect this. He was ready to defend his story or attempt a breakout or if the situation demanded it coming out with the truth, but not this. What was worse, he himself didn't know the answer to that question.

"I don't know" He admitted in defeat after a few tries to come up with something. That man emitted an aura that actively choked him! He didn't feel it when he came in but he now felt as if he was steadily growing its intensity.

"If that's the case, then I would have a proposition for you" The man hummed and adjusted his glasses. Corvin raised an eyebrow, he had no idea what to do, he wanted to go back but that would take time and resources, of which he had neither. On the other hand why would he trust this man, whom he only met just now? He could make do without any help, financial or otherwise but he'd rather avoid the criminal underworld of this world, but seeing as he wasn't about to go to a government or a civilian sector he had few choices. He had limited options, and he didn't like any of them.

"You see, this year's first semester in my academy is about to start tomorrow" He lifted his mug to his mouth, Corvin eyed the professor oddly "I've been told that I have a great eye for talent and when I look at you I see a special spark that I only find in very few" He told Corvin with a smile. "My school takes in such talented individuals and trains them to become something more than they could have ever imagined".

"Uh, I think I get what you're trying to say but I think I'm a bit too old for school" Corvin denied unsurely, He was finishing his last semester in university and was about write a paper on the pre-world war German empire, no way he would pass as a freshman.

"Oh, nonsense. It is not uncommon that students are held back a year or two for various reasons" Ozpin waved his mug in dismissal. Corvin now realized something and looked at his hands again. He was younger, how younger he didn't know but if it was young enough for the professor to mistake him for an older teenager then he didn't know what to say. It seemed that Ozpin sensed the trepidation in him and got up from his seat.

"Well, I have to take my leave now. My offer will still stand when you make up your mind, if you decide to attend Beacon then go to flight terminal 4 at 1 pm. if not that's alright as well. Regardless, you're free to leave the station anytime you please" He picked up his cane and mug and made to leave.

"Wait, I'm good to go?" Corvin asked surprised. He thought they were going to accuse him of property damage or something.

"Yes. You didn't do anything bad young man, I just wanted to have a word with you" Ozpin called from the doorway.

Corvin's jaw was hanging loose at that, it was all just a ruse to get him off center. The environment, the calm demeure and that aggressive aura. He had to give respect to the man, he controlled the conversation easily and got the answers he wanted. Not the ones he gave but the ones he saw in him. His respect for the man suddenly grew even more, he knew what he wanted to know, and how to obtain it. Still, he was curious about this man and wanted to know more. There was only one thing left for him to do, because he was sure that Ozpin fellow wasn't a normal human. He painfully activated his Dark Vision…

"Holy shit"

The man stopped in the doorway and glanced back into the room, once seeing Corvin's expression he put on a small, kind smile and left after a moment.

He turned as white as marble and began sweating profusely with wide eyes and a face to match is surprise. The activated ability besides the normal white, black and grey vision could also show how intertwined a person was with the more arcane aspects of the Void. Corvin played a few video games in his free time and categorized the people with Void powers likewise. For example an amateur who had just discovered the Void was considered Level 1 while someone with a fresh Mark was sitting around Level 10. He himself was experienced and strong enough to be considered Level 45-50 at full power while someone on the High Council ranged anywhere from level 70 to 90 and at the top of the food chain sat the Grandmaster at Level 100. Levelling wasn't linear in this case, with each level requiring several times the previous.

But Ozpin.

He was that enemy you meet in a game who, instead of a level counter has a white skull.

A Void damned white skull.

For those who don't play games that means you can't defeat them alone no matter how hard you try with conventional methods.

And he was alone.

And he lied to his face.

…

…

…

He sighed.

He needed a drink.

"At least I'm still alive" Corvin muttered under his breath, absentmindedly rubbing at the place where the bullet punctured his chest.

It was 7 in the morning, he learned when leaving the police station and so there were no bars open at all. He also learned that his fight with his sister and that pyro chick happened last night and that he was out like a light for almost 6 hours. They said that his body shut down in order to prevent him from overloading his pain receptors and consequently dying. They bandaged his left arm and turned a blind eye to the "black smoke snake thing" burrowing itself into his appendage, probably Ozpin's doing he guessed with a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't like the man, his previous revelation put the man in a new spotlight in Corvin's eyes. He gave off a sinister aura that rung a lot of alarm bells in his head. His appearance felt deceiving, something made only to hide some other side of the man, maybe the calmness and detachedness he showed was just a face he put on to set him off balance, and it worked spectacularly. Ozpin made him talk when he should have just put a bullet in his head and walked away.

It made him nervous. Him, who was regarded as a person whom many feared on an instinctual level, it bothered him slightly that many thought so, but the reputation came with the job, he mused. Still, many respected his skill and accomplishments either through fear or awe. He himself didn't fear many people, and those he did earned that by first-hand experience. Fortunately most of them were on the High Council and above his paygrade, so he didn't have the chance to interact with most of them on a regular basis. Still, that Ozpin fellow terrified him.

He shook his head. He needed to forget that man as soon as he could, hopefully he would do the same to him.

He was now on the quiet streets just… walking, the city was just now waking up truly, more and more cars appeared on the streets along with people going to work, but they were still in relatively small numbers. Shops were just opening up, changing their signs from "closed" to "open".

He liked this quietness, it allowed him to think on his situation.

First problem was his injury. He honestly had no idea what it was, he heard no mentioning of this kind of wound from his peers during his time in the Order and that unsettled him. He knew 'Soul Steal' was highly experimental and had odd side effects but having a void tendril wrapped around yourself was not one of them last he checked, and there were a lot of possible side effects, bodily malfunctions like blindness, deafness, wrong number of regrown limbs and straight up brain aneurysms just to name few. He knew the risks but desperate times call for desperate measures as they say. He sighed, maybe this was his punishment for playing around with the unknown. He brought up his left arm and regarded the bandage. He frowned and poked at it.

He shuddered as the tendril registered the prodding and wiggled a bit. Corvin's face contorted in disgust at this but he continued his experimentation. He rolled his arm a bit and looked for a slightly protruding part and upon finding one he lightly tugged at it.

He bit back a curse as he suddenly felt like he touched an electric outlet with a fork. It took a few seconds for him to collect himself but then he realized something.

'This damn thing moved around and retreated into my arm!'

The tendril was intelligent, at least at an animalistic level it seemed. It could discern whether it was being attacked or not and act accordingly and seeing as it moved into his arm rather than out it pointed to a grim conclusion.

'I have a parasite inside me, just… just great. And it's quite a large one at that'

The nurses did an x-ray on his unconscientious body and told him before leaving that apart from the black snake thing that went from his left wrist all the way up to his cardiac blood vessels and spread around his heart in a threatening manner he was fine.

Yeah, "fine".

That meant that if he tried to forcibly remove it the parasite would play nutcracker with his heart. It filled him with great amount of joy, having a feet long Void abomination inside himself that could kill him in a second made him all warm and fuzzy inside, he could even feel the butterflies in his stomach.

Oh wait.

He shook his head at the repugnant thought that maybe there really was something squishy in his stomach and decided to think on something else less disturbing.

'Well, let's see… in the last 8 hours I've been interrogated by a demigod in disguise, tried out a controversial technique that caused me to age backwards and further rewarded me with a Void parasite that I won't be able get out and stomp on for quite a while'

"Might as well name you, you little monster" Corvin rolled his arm and regarded it with a thinking look.

"Maybe I'll name you Violet…? No, even I wouldn't insult you that much" he smirked "How about… Night Crawler? Yeah? You're dark as the night and crawl inside me, plus you remind me of that comic character that left black smoke around whenever he teleported" He brought a finger to his lips in thought before smiling.

"What do you think Nighty? Like your new name? One wiggle means yes, one cardiac arrest means no" Corvin smirked at his arm and waited for a response.

…

…

"Considering I'm still talking and not on the ground convulsing I'm guessing I chose right, or maybe it means that you're just too stupid to understand me" He added as an afterthought. "Whatever, just keep sucking… whatever you suck out of me" He furrowed his brows.

His thoughts after this wandered to the elephant in the room. He stopped walking and stood completely still in the middle of the sidewalk in front of a small clothing store. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice a car parking right beside him. Four shady looking people got out of the vehicle with poorly concealed weapons, two of them walked by him, giving him the stink eye but not bothering him at all as they entered the store.

His hands tightened into white knuckled fists.

"Violet" He muttered with an eye twitch. Suddenly his earlier calm and carefree attitude disappeared completely and was replaced by a semi-tangible dark aura that was created by his Mark acting in accord to his emotions. Its light was barely strong enough to shine through the thick bandage, but it was definitely there. Night Crawler wiggled slightly in discomfort, perhaps it was its host's feelings affecting him as well or maybe it was the Mark agitating the otherworldly creature. Corvin didn't care, his mind was on one thing, and one thing only.

Violet, his own sister, the one who was by his side through thick and thin, who he shared not only blood but mind as well, betrayed him.

Their bond was unique, they told each other everything, their everyday feelings, their darkest secrets, even the top secrets the Order never told its normal members, they didn't care. They trusted each other before anyone else, there were no secrets among the two. They were two against the world for as long as he could remember and it showed in their everyday lives in the Order. They always had each other's backs, no matter what.

Even when they had to choose a guild…

Corvin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, this wasn't the time to reminisce on the past.

But now.

After everything, after a lifetime of taking care of each other she finally walked away and left him alone to die.

She murdered their Grandmaster and mentor in cold blood in front of several members of the High Council and then accused him of said murder, with all present either agreeing or looking away and remaining silent. His heart felt cold at that moment, he had lost almost everything before, to him only Violet remained in the world for a long time and vice versa. Then the impossible happened and they had the opportunity to join the Order. They accepted and suddenly they weren't alone anymore, sure it was rough at first, not every face was friendly but with years and sheer determination the community slowly accepted them and after years of loneliness they finally felt as if they had a new family. They were not alone after so long.

But it had to end with a body slumped on a table with a bloody knife sticking out of its back.

She destroyed everything he worked for and created for years in a single night and robbed him.

She robbed him of his family, his sister, his life…

Back then when they lost their family they at least had each other, now he was alone. He had nothing left, just one thing on his mind.

Revenge.

He didn't know why Violet did what she did, and he didn't want to know. If she was willing to remove him from the equation by blood and steel, then she was not the Violet he grew up with.

And that meant that his sister was dead.

His supposed friends and family just stood and watched as his life fell to pieces like a shattering mirror.

They watched as the Corvin they knew died and spat on his walking corpse.

And for that they would pay, they would suffer and beg for a mercy that he would never give, but most importantly, they would feel what he felt that night.

They would watch as he dismantles their lives, piece by piece, from the bottom to the top, slowly but surely until only they remain and then they will cower away from the shadows as he takes them one-by-one. He will leave the thing that occupied his sister's body last, he will look her in the eyes and take in the terror in them as his sword twists in her heart.

They made one huge mistake in their miserable lives.

Broken and tainted souls don't leave for the afterlife after their deaths, they dwell in the Void for all eternity until their desire for vengeance and justice is fulfilled.

And this wraith was ready to take every step to see its own fulfilled.

"After all, revenge solves everything" He smiled like a predator would at its cornered prey.

Corvin felt he would live up to his now taken away title in these coming months and years.

He made to walk with a new sense of purpose but he was stopped when something grabbed his shoulder.

"What the-?!" "Now listen girl, if you don't pay up right this second this poor fella gets a bullet in his head!" One of the thugs from earlier punched him in the bandaged arm and took him in a choke hold with a pistol pressed against his temple. Corvin was stunned for a second as pain flooded his arm and chest. He waited for his vision to clear up a bit before looking upwards and taking in the situation before him.

The guy who was holding him was not alone, three of his friends were there as well. Two of them were outside, one was by the car leaning against it and smoking a cigarette, the other was standing a few meters away, looking away from the scene to see if there weren't any cops around. Finally one last guy was inside the store next to a terrified store clerk, pointing at Corvin. The poor girl looked like she would pass out from shock at any moment, if her rapid breathing and tearful eyes were any indication.

The initial disorientation faded away quickly and Corvin narrowed his eyes, his mind already focused on the situation at hand. Every one of them had a weapon on them, but only two of them had ranged weapons, the guy holding him at gunpoint and the guy smoking, both of them were only pistols but he wouldn't take any chances, he may have had the arcane working for him, but a bullet was still a bullet. If it hit him it would hurt, a lot. The other two only had red swords? He felt confused as to why they would paint them in such colors but he dismissed that thought as irrelevant at the moment.

"Well, what's it gonna be?" The man inside asked the girl with a shrug. Corvin was going to enjoy impaling him through his big mouth, he brought him into this situation, what would follow now was on his head. His head suddenly jerked to the store and focused on a spot.

"Fuc-!" Corvin cursed as he almost doubled over from the pain suddenly flaring up in his arm. Corvin's attempt to 'Blink' away from his attacker's grasp agitated his parasite and caused it to voice its displeasure.

"Hey! Stay still!" His captor berated him and punched his left arm again, causing Corvin to cry out in pain again. The girl inside looked to be still in shell shock and just watched as Corvin was forcibly straightened up again. The man beside her sighed once and crossed his arms.

"Last chance, on the count of three he loses his head"

"One" He began impatiently.

Corvin's expression turned to one of confusion, why couldn't he use his powers? He could use them just fine last night, right up until the…

'Oh' He grimly realized that maybe the parasite wasn't the only side effect of that cursed technique.

"Two"

But he could still use 'Dark Vision' on Ozpin earlier this morning, albeit with a small amount of pain? 'Hmm, something to look into later' He hummed.

"Thre-!"*Crack-Crack*

With lightning speed Corvin used his right hand to push the pistol away from his head and used the other to grab his own customized pistol and let loose a buckshot into his captor's foot. Not waiting a second he levelled the weapon at the man inside and pulled the trigger. The pellets shattered the window separating the two and impacted the man's weapon hand, severely disfiguring the body part and knocking the sword away.

Corvin then turned around to face the screaming thug holding his shredded foot and kicked him in the midsection with otherworldly strength. The thug flew with surprising speed into his smoking partner by the car and hit him hard enough for both of them to leave an impression in the vehicle behind them.

He wasted no time and turned to his last opponent standing, the man in question got out of his surprise quickly and brought up his sword in a threatening manner. Corvin paid the threat no mind and rushed him. They were mere feet away when the man tried to get a first horizontal slash in but Corvin dropped to the ground and slid under the attack. He stopped right beside him and threaded his right leg between the man's own. He pointed his gun upwards and pulled the trigger.

*Crack*

The thug's weapon hand exploded in a shower of blood and Corvin used his opponent's shock to kick the man with his other leg from the front. With his right leg in the way his knees bent and he fell on his back. Corvin scrambled on top of him and with a heavy punch he hit him in the face. His nose shattered completely from the force behind the attack and knocked him unconscious.

Complete silence befell on the street as every thug was either knocked out cold or was bleeding to death. Corvin enjoyed that silence like the one before it. With a passive face he got to his feet and dusted himself off. Just as he did that he realized that the black and grey robes he wore in the Council Chambers were still on him and that they saw better days.

While 'Soul Steal' healed every injury on his body the same couldn't be said about his clothes. The places where the glass swords stabbed him left large gaping holes with dried blood around them. The worst was the bullet wound on his chest as that had the most time to bleed. He also realized that maybe being in such clothes weren't the most inconspicuous in this urban environment.

He sighed and looked at the store.

'Why not, I needed a change in style anyway' He calmly walked inside the store through the front door as if there weren't any puddles of blood and shattered glass around him. He opened the door and the bell above it chimed in response. He stopped and regarded the store with a finger at his mouth. He thought about something for a minute before turning to the clerk who was still rooted to her place shaking, looking at him with wide eyes. Corvin looked at her with more detail than last time when his mind was still in combat mode, his thought processes were a bit different back then, namely that she was a human, female, had no weapon and was no danger to him at all. Corvin raised an eyebrow at her, she looked normal for a young woman, barely 20 with pale skin and long brown hair but she had one feature that confused the wraith. Corvin had never seen people with cat ears poking out of their heads, not with real ones at least. He stared at her for a couple of seconds then shook his head. It was probably a weird thing he would have to get used to in this world.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a half interested tone. The young woman blinked a couple of times before nodding unsurely.

"A-are you going to be fine?" She asked unsteadily, looking him up and down.

"Oh, don't worry this isn't my blood" Corvin understood her concern and shrugged her question off with a lie.

"May I look around?" He waved his hand around to which the clerk nodded vividly.

"O-of course! Changing room is in the back"

"Thanks" Corvin nodded in appreciation and made towards the men's section before coming to a halt. He had used 'non-lethal' methods to take everyone down and some of them would even survive the next hour and maybe call their friends. He aimed his pistol at the thug who was sprawled on the floor next to him, he probably passed out from shock and pain.

He aimed down at the man and was about to end his life when a thought occurred to him.

He arrived in this world less than a day ago and he was about to kill people already. That was a new record for him. And considering his situation maybe he shouldn't attract attention to himself by murdering his way through every crowd he goes through… for now. And maybe that Ozpin fellow was watching him right now, somehow, and he might not take him reducing the underworld's population well.

Goosebumps formed on Corvin's back at the mention of that person, his character still bothered Corvin.

A few agonizing seconds passed until Corvin let out a deep sigh and holstered his weapon.

"You might want to call an ambulance before all of them bleed out" He called to the girl off handedly and made his way inside the shop. She stared at his passing form before getting her Scroll out with haste.

"Alright I'll take these" Corvin stated as he place his new clothes on the counter. He then patted his robes for his wallet, he found it quickly and was about to open it when he saw the large hole in it. He frowned and opened it to find that all of his money was ruined.

'Great, turns out that blades and paper don't get along very well, not like I could even pay with trans dimensional money now that I think about it' He sighed mentally and was about to take everything back when the clerk grabbed his arm.

"Wait! It's alright, consider it payment for taking care of those thugs" She said upon seeing the state of his wallet. The panic vanished from her features minutes ago and now she seemed more grateful than anything. Corvin felt a bit unsure at first but then decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and nodded.

"What did they want anyway? It's only morning, it's not like there is anything in the cash register" He asked, mostly to break the uncomfortable atmosphere between the two. The girl's kind smile vanished and she looked away shyly.

"They were enforcers sent by the gang ruling over this part of town, the owner hadn't payed the 'protection' fees for a while and they decided to collect our debt with interest. We've tried to get the police involved but they are stretched thin with all those dust robberies taking place these days"

Corvin nodded silently, he knew how business went in the shadier parts of town. He had the opportunity to observe it firsthand every time he went on assignments and while it left a bitter taste in his mouth he never intervened because that wasn't the reason he was there in the first place and unnecessary confrontations only got in the way of his mission.

Why fight someone else's war when you have one of your own?

"Are you a huntsman?" The girl asked carefully, Corvin blinked away his thoughts and looked at her strangely.

"No?" He had no idea what a huntsman was and he wasn't about to sell himself as one. It was common sense to him, if you want to be an imposter then you should actually know what you're supposed to imitate.

"Oh" She deflated a bit "Then where did you learn to fight like that?" She perked up again.

"My master taught me how to use my arsenal and abilities but I'm mostly self-taught" Corvin shrugged, even without his powers this confrontation was child's play to him. Sure, most Marked Ones would trip on their own feet without their powers but he was taught to adapt to any situation he may encounter, one of those were being robbed of his powers.

She was about to speak up again when sounds of blaring sirens could be heard from the distance.

"I believe that's my cue to leave" He told her quickly and picked up his clothes from the counter. He had a good guess of what she was about to say and he wasn't about to be guilt tripped into helping strangers with their criminal problems. Not waiting for any reply he walked to the front door before he stopped abruptly.

He looked at the knocked out thug on the floor and analyzed him deeply. He did so for a few moments before turning back to the girl who was still behind the counter looking at him with a hopeful expression.

He sighed "What's the name of this gang and where can I find them?" The girl looked at him with a joyful smile.

"They are called the Red Vipers and they operate out of an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district" Corvin nodded and turned to leave "Wait!" He stopped again and looked back at her "Thank you!" She said earnestly. Corvin blinked once before opening the door and leaving, saying nothing.

Once outside he sighed and looked for an alleyway to change attires. Once again people misinterpreted his actions for kindness. He knew that since those thugs failed to extort their money the gang would come back and probably torch the place but he honestly couldn't care less.

He only wanted their names because he believed he would have to spend a good few months in this place to search for that accursed dimensional mirror. It was probably still in the city and what better way to explore a city than through its underworld? It was one of the first things he learned in the field.

If you want to know something about a city, ask the rats.

But this time he would rather shoot first and ask questions later. He would find this gang and steal any information interesting to him. He would only kill them if they made said process any more difficult than he would have liked. He ducked into an alleyway as an ambulance shot past him and began to take off his bloody clothes.

*Clank*

He threw his pervious clothes in a dumpster and shut its lid, he walked out into the street and dusted his hands off. He walked along the sidewalk for a bit before stopping before a store's front window. He decided that maybe it was time to fully take in the changes to himself before continuing.

He wore grey form fitting pants that still allowed for free movement with black leather boots. He also wore a black shirt under a navy blue, slim overcoat. Its back went down his knees in length while the front ended at his waist. It was opened slightly in the middle to allow the shirt to show. He also tore off the bandages since his arm wasn't injured in the normal sense anyway and replaced it with a long black cloth which he wrapped around his arm and his Mark to hide it from prying eyes. He decided that if people saw that he was injured they would underestimate him and would pay the price accordingly, The only difference between the two was the color and the protection they provided, the white was too noticeable in the dark of the night for his taste and the new material seemed a bit more sturdier, hopefully it would cushion blows to his arms a bit.. His clothes with his definitely out of the ordinary eyes, dark brown, short medium length hair and sharp features made him feel like a freshman once again. He decided he liked his new appearance and noted that he at least looked 18, so he could get wasted with no problem.

He chuckled and turned to walk onwards.

'What now…? I need resources, time and a few acquaintances if possible, I could possibly do without the latter but it never hurts to know a 'could-you-stitch-my-bleeding-arteries-guy' or a gunsmith. Resources could be ticked off once I get myself established in the underworld and time is not really a concern since nobody is actively looking for me' He thought to himself 'I should probably need a base of operations as well… somewhere where I could sleep without worrying if someone would come and blow my head off and somewhere where I could figure out how I could regain my powers. I could maybe take on that gang without them but there is no way in hell I could beat the Order without them…'

He walked with a slow pace until he heard the rumbling of a jet turbine above his head. He looked up and saw what looked like to be a VTOL passing close by and landing some distance away in a building. He stared at the aircraft and then remembered his earlier conversation with the Headmaster of a certain academy.

"I never thought I would willingly become a freshman again"

He broke into a wolfish grin and jubilantly made his way towards flight terminal 4. When Ozpin made the offer Corvin believed it to be a deal with the devil. He still believed that, but he thought that maybe Ozpin hadn't thought hard enough about who was the bigger devil in the room. He probably had plans with Corvin but Corvin was going to take advantage of the situation regardless. And if he got in the way of his revenge…

Well then he would learn how he got his title in the first place.

And there goes Alice the wolf down the rabbit hole that is Remnant. I think from what you witnessed this chapter you guys realized that maybe Corvin isn't the best of heroes morality wise and I have to agree with you, his moral compass right now is broken, if it even existed in the first place, and he will need time to decide on his path, after all that is the basis of Dishonored; the choices the character makes during the story influences the world around them greatly. Carefree murder leads to chaos while discrete actions and caution helps to maintain order in the world. I modeled Corvin's clothes and appearance after Emily from Dishonored 2 if you didn't figure it out from my description, albeit with a masculine touch I guess.

Until next time.