Inside a nightclub known simply as "The Club" in Vale, sat a god. He wasn't the usual depiction of a muscle bound man with a beard and disgustingly greasy hair. He'd gleefully chosen the most unassuming form he could. With a mop of unkempt blonde hair, innocent blue eyes and a relatively scrawny physique when compared to the body builder like standard had been set by today's huntsmen. Always training the body and never the mind, despicable in his eyes. He put so much effort into giving them imagination and they starve it? Leaning against the table was a cane made out of wood that twisted and at the head of the cane sat a small glass ball. The god swirled his drink as he tried to contain his excitement, the humans of this age certainly don't disappoint. A grin came across his face as he watched as a young girl sporting shiny golden hair and a pair of tiny shorts punch her way through an army of thugs. She barely broke a sweat as her fist sent the largest thugs straight through the front doors. She seemed pleased with herself as she started towards the exit, her business seemingly finished. Her stride stopped however when she heard his obnoxiously loud clapping.

"What, you want some too?!" Before he could get out a response, she'd already spun on her heel and raised her fists, ready to fight.

Oh, he liked this one.

"Relax, I only wish to chat..." He said, raising his hands in mock surrender, sly grin on his face. "Now, sit, please. I'm sure you'll find a chair somewhere." He said as he started looking around, only moving his head as he half heartedly searched for a chair. The blonde grabbed a chair and put it on the other side of the table and sat down in it cautiously. "Now... What's a pretty thing like you doing in a grown up place like this?"

Her voice took on a mildly condescending but flirtatious tone as she spoke her next words, clearly trying to make him falter.. "Is that your idea of a pickup line? I bet every girl in Remnant's heard you say those words..."

"Not just the girls..." He said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink as he projected one of his more explicit encounters in sexuality into her imagination. He grinned as it got his desired effect as a slight pink tinge grew in her face as her eyes widened, her effort to keep composure wearing thin.

A scowl gre on her face as she shook her head clear from such vulgar thoughts. "What did you want anyway?" Oh dear. Her patience seems to be running thinner than he'd intended to.

"I'm curious who you were looking for." He said. "I mean, they must've done something wrong. I'd like to know if I could be of any assistance." He smiled innocently, though both of them knew it far from represented his true self.

After a few moments, she dug into her pockets, pulling out a picture of a woman with red eyes and hair quite similar to the blonde girl, ony far darker. "As black as sin, one might say..." he murmured, a fond smile on his face. "Raven Branwen... Oh the times we had..."

The girl recoiled, her features softening and her shoulders slumping dramatically. Of all the men she could've asked, it had to be this one who had the answers she needed.

His heartfelt and wholesome looking smile and soft eyes changed to a perverted looking smile as he gazed reminiscently skywards. "Such a freak she was... and i thought I could be weird in the sheets, you know? I didn't even know you could do that with a swor-"

"Please don't." The blonde said, wincing in disgust at the thought of her mother... This man was her only chance... But damn, he was a scumbag.

"So you're Yang?" The man asked. "Yang Xiao-Long?"

"She talked about me?" She said, a little hope in her voice. His grin fell.

"I asked if she had family. She asked if it mattered. And it does to me." He said. The two were silent in the sad aura before he gained a smile. "So, I know where Raven is."

"Where?" Yang asked, wanting to get this over with.

"Now hold on there bucko, whenever I have information, it's always given out for a price." He said. Yang pulled out 100 lien, the money mortals use. He frowned. "Not that kind of price." He said. "But let's talk more away from prying eyes." He said before snapping his fingers. And just like that. Them, The chairs, and the table were all about five thousand feet in the sky. "Bett-"

"AAAGGHH!" Screamed Yang as she held onto the chair for dear life. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Right." He said. "You're fine, just stay seated." Yang nodded. "My name is Marchand, but you should call me M or Jaune Arc, that one is the name of this body." He stated before shaking his head quickly. "Anyway, I'm willing to give you information on Raven if you do something for me."

"D-Do Wh-What?" Yang asked, her voice trembling as her brain tried to process her current altitude.

"I want you to be my, quote unquote, muscle." Yang froze, she opened her eyes to give a look to Marchand.

"What?" She deadpanned. Marchand started repeating himself when Yang went "Nono no, i heard what you said, I'm just confused. Why do you need muscle?" She asked, still gripping onto the seat.

"Well, I can't personally go after everyone who goes back on one of my deals." MArchand said.

"I'm going to be a huntress, not a thug." Yang said, her eyes firm. "I'm not gonna shake addicts down for money."

"I wouldn't ask you too." Marchand said. "Despite my..." He paused, gesturing to the view around them. "Abilities," He said, settling on a word. "People have still found ways to keep me from them. You could bring them to me. But you would have to sign this." He said, sliding a manilla folder across the table. Yang's chair slid in closer, eliciting a yelp of surprise and fear of falling. Once Yang calmed down she grabbed the folder and opened it. In it was a single paper with text and at the bottom was a line in which there was a bold line to sign on. She looked up at him for a moment before looking back to the paper. A couple moments of silence passed before Yang uttered a response.

"Crap..." She mumbled before looking back up at Marchan. "Got a pen?" She asked. He smirked at that. He pulled out a pen and pushed it over to her. She grabbed it and signed her name, "Yang Xiao-Long". As she wrote, she felt a light piercing in her palm. She kept writing and once she put down the pen she noticed in her palm was a small cut which healed swiftly after. She looked at her signature and saw the slick red seeping into the paper.

"Great." Marchand said, causing Yang to look up at his smile. He took the folder spun it in his fingers and it disappeared into nothing as if it never existed. "Now you work for a God." He said with a smile.

"... What?" Yang asked. "You're a go- AGH!" She exclaimed in pain as a burning came from the back of her hand. Through pained eyes, she saw as her backhand gained a red hot glow in clean shape of a pentagram with two arcs, one larger than the other, over the space between the top and right point. It soon cooled into a black discoloration. "A tattoo..." Yang gasped as she recovered. "I got a tattoo... I'm working as muscle for some shady god..." She muttered as Marchand let out a "Hey!" in defense. "Oh damn it, my dad's gonna kill me!" She said grabbing her head in shock.

"It'll be alright." The god said. "You don't have to tell him." He said before continuing. "You can't actually." Yang's eyes widened.

"Was that in the fine print?!"

"What? No. People would think you're crazy." Marchand said, sly grin on his face, enjoying her distress.

"And the tattoo?" She said rubbing her hand as she asked, though her voice suggested she didn't believe he'd help.

Rude.

"Good luck explaining that." The god said with a smirk. He snapped his fingers once more and once again they were in the club with a horrid name; The Club. Yang jumped once more and glared at the god. He gave a wide, honest smile back. "Be seeing you!" He said with a wink and snapped his fingers. Outside, the crack of thunder accentuated it. Yang, oh so very slightly, flinched at the snap. She saw however, that he was gone after she realized she wasn't in the sky again.

A high pitched voice called out.

"Yaaa-

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-ang." Yang's father said sternly, his arms crossed of his chest. Her sister Ruby had been sent to her room so the two could talk. The second Yang entered, he knew about the tattoo. It's like he could smell it. "You got a tattoo?" He asked, though, it was phrased like a statement.

Yang knew she couldn't lie to her father. He'd been there all her life. He knew how she lied. He knew all her tells, places to push for the truth...

But that didn't mean she couldn't try right?

"..No?" She tried to say, though it ended up more as a Question. Her father sighed in response.

"I'm disappointed that you'd lie to me," Her father said. Not good. That's when something surprised the teenage girl.

He hugged her. "But you have a tattoo! You're just like your dad! Yes!" Her dad finished. Yang could hear his smile. It was enough to make her smile.

"Yeah," She wrapped her arms around him. "Yeah, I am."

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Edited/Beta Read by ThatAnorexicTree