Shin Malphur sat in the warehouse, it was quiet. The only people there were him, Cinder, and Roman as well as a younger boy and girl. The girl had dark skin and short bright green hair, as well as red eyes. She wore a slightly revealing outfit, and had two large pistols holstered. Beside her, there was a boy with short dark gray hair and gray eyes. He wore a simple gray and black uniform and wore unique looking boots.

"So, Gunslinger. Do you know why a man such as yourself is still here?" Cinder asked him with a smirk on her face.

"No ma'am, so suffice to say... I am pretty curious as to why you requested that I stay." Shin responded as he laid back in his seat.

"Shin, i've become impressed with your abilities. You may have just used them for a few seconds, but I heard the stories, the rumors."

"They say you've taken down twenty men with only six shots using only your revolver alone, they say you control the flames that are even hotter than the sun. They even say that you're Death itself, and that revolver of yours is your scythe." She continued. Cinder then looked up at Shin and simply walked towards him, the sounds of her heels clacked against the floor as she did. Shin only got up, observing his employer, who still had a smirk on her face. The woman looked into the Hunter's helmet, and into it's cold black visor.

"You've killed hundreds of men, stole from many, all on your own... you, and that weapon."

"What's the point, Cinder?" Shin asked. He watched as she simply caressed his chest plate like she did on the bullhead and reached for his hood, the hood that covered a majority of his helmet but as her hand reached for it, he only gripped her hand- tightly.

"She shouldn't have done that," Texas remarked quietly.

"May I?" Cinder requested, that flirtatious smirk still on her face, and it was convincing enough to Shin, and so he let her.

She pulled his hood down, and then reached for his helmet, and took that off slowly.

What Cinder saw was the face of a man- a man who appeared to be in his thirties with long blonde hair, all put in a nice low ponytail. He had several scars on his face, and had the brightest green eyes she'd seen but she looked within those bright eyes, deep within what she saw pleased her.

This was the face of a man who'd seen thousands if not millions of horrors, who'd done thousands of awful things and killed a great deal of people. Deep down, she could tell that he was a cold and heartless murderer when it came down to it, and that was something she liked, something she desired in an ally.

"You're just what I need," Cinder said, gently caressing the man's cheek and then she stopped.

"Shin Malphur, I have an offer for you." She spoke. Shin looked at her, curious as to what she could offer the man.

"I belong with a... certain group of people. We have plans to change Remnant for the better, and we could use a man with talents like yours, we're low on those kinds of people, and we're desperately needing those talents."

"If you join us, Shin. You will live like a king whenever we change this planet for the better, no longer will you have to be a thief, or an outlaw. By the end of all of this, you'll be treated like a hero." She said.

"Please, Shin. Join us," Cinder requested.

"What do you think we should do, Shin?" Texas asked. There was no verbal response from Shin, who only put his helmet and hood back on.

"Thank you for the offer, Cinder... but i'm afraid i'll have to decline that offer." He finally said after silence which lasted for what felt like hours.

Roman, and the two individuals with Cinder and even Cinder herself all were surprised, eyes wide and shocked with the response.

"I'm on this rock for only one reason, I have a man to hunt down and kill, a man filled with nothing but dark and death. I'll be honest, I don't care about this planet, the people seem to have things going good for them, despite the fact that Grimm are roaming around all the damn time." The Hunter said.

"Is that so? This man is so important that you'll decline this offer-" Cinder said until Shin interrupted her before she could finish her sentence,

"To potentially live like a king? Yes ma'am, I will. The people have things handled here, we shouldn't fix what's not broken." He said.

"You wanna change Remnant? How about you start working with Faunus activists or something like that, I hear the Faunus are oppressed all the time, throwing prejudice against them in the grave seems like a good change."

The room went silent for a while, and Cinder gave a sigh of disappointment.

"I see then," She said.

"Now that's out of the way... I believe I was promised a hefty amount of payment, was I not?" Shin asked.

"Yes, you were. Mercury, be a dear and get the man his payment." Cinder ordered. The boy in gray nodded and grabbed two large cases and brought them over to Shin, who opened them. Both boxes were filled with lien.

"This is a lot of lien... i'm curious as to who Cinder's benefactor is." Texas said.

"How much is a lot?" Shin questioned within the private commlink.

"About four million all together,"

"Son of a bitch... all for a simple robbery,"

"Shin, I know you don't like the idea of working with them after what happened, but with all of this money who knows what else they have? They may have the resources to find Dredgen Timor." The Ghost said.

Shin looked at the money and made a sharp whistle.

"All for a simple robbery," He spoke aloud this time and then looked at Cinder.

"If you have this much cash... you most likely have other resources, don't you?" Asked Shin. Cinder smiled as she heard this, obviously the man was reconsidering.

"Yes, actually. We have everything we need to get our objectives done. From information brokers, to assassins, to even using The White Fang as a paramilitary organization." She said.

"So you may be able to track the man I want dead," Shin responded.

"If that's what it takes for you to join us, then yes. We'll gladly assist you in any way possible, just as long as you show loyalty to us." Cinder spoke.

"I'll reconsider your offer then, Cinder." Said Shin as he took the cases and began walking off. He turned his head at her, a smile under his helmet.

"I'll contact Roman if I decide to join, depending if the offer is still on the table by then."

"Don't keep us waiting, Shin... i'm a very impatient woman."

"Of course," The Gunslinger said as he finally walked off, leaving the warehouse.


Ozpin walked over to the crime scene. He demanded that he be left alone when investigating, he wanted to do this himself especially after what Glynda told him.

"It seems the myths about the legendary Gunslinger are true... he formed a gun made out of fire and it shot blazing bullets as well, Ozpin. None of them hit me, but I could feel the heat off of them trying to burn through my skin and aura." Was what she told him. He knew this feeling all to well...

The feeling of energy from the sun, he knew what that felt like- used it at one point, oh so long ago. Back when he was a different man, a cruel man who only knew how to kill. When he was nothing but a mad king, and a crazed butcher who was mad with power.

"Those days are gone now... let's focus on the matter at hand," He told himself, getting those memories out of his head.

He began looking at the ground, there were several scorch marks and he began placing his hand over them, he could still feel a tiny bit of heat from these marks, obviously these were the blasts from one of the assailants, the one whom he could only guess was the new Fall Maiden, the woman who stole those powers from Amber. He then walked over to a new scorch mark, one that looked different from the rest and as he placed his hand over the mark, heat began searing his hand. He winced in pain as he moved his hand away, his body quickly began healing itself and he stared at the mark, this time in fear.

"An Iron Lord is here..." Ozpin muttered as he finally sat down, and then remembered something.

Iron Lords were heroes, they along with Ozpin killed The Warlords of old. They were noble, and just. Everything that a heroic huntsman wanted to be like. Yet, here was this Iron Lord working with the likes of Roman Torchwick, who was a criminal.

"They would be ashamed," The Headmaster remarked. Not just of the way he had lived, but also by this man, this rogue wolf.

The man sighed as he got up, remembering back to the days of old. When he wasn't a Headmaster, but a former Warlord and now, Iron Lord. An Iron Lord named Oz. The only Iron Lord that left, left only because he believed it was the punishment he deserved, and probably the only Lord who willingly cut himself off from the light. Now, all he was, was a man who could live forever, he was what all men and women wanted to be- an immortal.

An immortal who could survive long and hard falls, but an immortal nonetheless. He tightly gripped on his cane, the cane which held his sword, an old Fallen Shock Sabre which he named Kell's End. He hadn't drew the sword in many many years, the last time he drew it was...

Was...

It took a while for Ozpin to remember when he last drew the sword, and the memory finally came to him. It was during The Great War, when he was at one point The King Of Vale, who faked his own death and t. Now, he was going to have to draw it again. He would need this sword in order to kill this Iron Lord, and he hoped that was all he could ever need to kill this rogue warrior. He got up, and drew the sword, this was one of the few Fallen Sabre's, a rarity in his day and a Kell Of Kings wielded it, and slaughtered many Iron Wolves and Lords with it, and here stood Ozpin- doing what any Fallen or Warlord would love to do.

He was going to murder an Iron Wolf.


Shin walked into his ship, The Indelible VI. He stared at his small armory, neat Vanguard weapons that Cayde had managed to get into the ship. There was the auto rifle known as Shadow Price, the trademark sniper rifle that practically every elite Hunter had used, Stillpiercer. JabberHakke-D, a well known sidearm made by Hakke themselves, The Ash Factory Rocket Launcher, as well as a heavy machine gun, which Shin could hardly remember, Zombie Apocalypse? He shrugged as he looked through the weapons, and he stared at The Comedian, a shotgun that every Guardian within the Vanguard's good graces loved and enjoyed using.

"Texas, play the Crucible footage again." He ordered his Ghost.

"Of course!" The drone said happily as it soon appeared over Shin's shoulder. It quickly began playing the footage using it's eye, like a Pre-Golden Age projector. He stared at the scene, and watched Sylas, wearing the same dark black and green armor. At first the Crucible match was going normally, a simple match of Clash. Shin noticed Sylas's skill very quickly, within the first five minutes and he hadn't died once. He danced around the other Guardian's, only being a black and green blur in the footage. However, when the heavy ammo was dropped... that's when things changed, that's when Sylas holstered his hand cannon.


"Sylas, you gonna show off that new cool sword of yours?" A nearby Titan asked and The Hunter looked at the Titan.

"Yeah... you're gonna see how cool it is." He said.

"And you're gonna feel it,"

The Titan turned towards Sylas and before he could react, the Hunter took his sword and plunged it deep into the Titan's chest.

"She hungers for light!" The Hunter laughed as he did so, his cackling was heard on all the camera feeds.

Shin stared at the sword, the color of the blade and the hilt were both a disgusting pitch black, and the hilt had bright green runes on it. Runes which Shin understood.

"FEAST" The runes translated.

Soon, the energy of the light began pouring from the body of the Titan, along with his blood. The sword simply began absorbing every particle of light, and his cackling was only louder as the sword began it's process.

"No!" The Guardian's ghost cried out, finally appearing but Sylas simply took the blade out and slashed the drone in half, and as he done so the machine detonated- a large explosion of light filled the room, but it was soon absorbed by The Lighteater.

"More... she wants more!" Cried Sylas and as soon as he said that, Arc Energy began flowing through his body and the sword lit up with bright blue electricity. The Hunter took off with a running start. His blade crackled with arc energy. Soon two Guardian's ran, submachine guns in their hands.

"Shit, Sylas just murdered Aegis!" A Warlock known as Tenya cried out.

"Ah yes, The Warlock is here! More light for my blade!" Sylas screamed. Tenya drew a sword of her own, and tried to swing, but the rogue hunter only swung his arm at her sword hand, easily slicing it off. Before she could even swing in pain, Sylas sent a horizontal slice, cutting into her throat. The sword quickly absorbed the light energy and the Hunter cackled as he saw this, more and more power was going into this sword.

"Hey asshole!" Shouted a man with a Russian accent. Shin knew this voice all to well. Alexi Zemlanska, the leader of Fireteam Maria, The Conqueror Of The Black Garden, Slayer Of Kells and Gods, and Hero Of The Red War and who knew what other nickname he was given.

Alexi stood, wearing the Vanguard Dare armorset, a gift given to him by Shin himself and the man also wielded Gjallarhorn, a fearsome rocket launcher that was given to either the most successful and heroic Guardian's, or to those who fought at the Battle Of Twilight Gap.

"Have a taste of this you prick!" He cried, pulling the trigger of the rocket launcher. The rocket flew at Sylas, the tracking cluster bombs also did their job, creating more explosions that were aimed at their target. The only thing that was left was smoke

"Fireteam Maria, keep your guns trained on that smoke. I'm not seeing a body, and that's kind of worrying." Alexi spoke through the comm's.

Hours had went by and there was nothing, the smoke had cleared and there was no body. Shin only switched camera's and it was obvious that Sylas was escaping.

"Fireteam Maria, stand down! We got Redjacks being sent after Sylas, but I repeat, stand down and stay away! That sword will drain the light out of you!" Cried Lord Shaxx, The Crucible Handler over the comm's.

"Focus on securing the area, I will meet you shortly." The Titan said.


The footage ended there, and Shin simply sighed. He couldn't get anything new out of it, no matter how many times he tried. He had watched a few other Crucible videos, before Sylas got this sword, this... Light Eater.

Cayde was right, he was a very skilled Bladedancer and an impressive swordsman. Though, Shin saw the signs.

Sylas was absolutely psychotic, he enjoyed The Crucible, not because he had a love for battle, or competition.

But because he loved to kill. He had loved every second of his matches, because he had killed Guardians. He loved the sport of murder, it was even noted in his psychological evaluation which was done by his Ghost. Sylas was a murderer, and he loved every bit of it. Then he got this Lighteater, and everything appeared to have changed...

Just like it did with Dredgen Yor and his Rose.

Shin shook his head, Dredgen was gone. He can't cause anymore harm, he can't take anymore lives.

"Why do you think Sylas is here?" Texas finally asked.

"I don't know, Texas..." Muttered Shin.

"I don't know,"


Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed the fic! I decided to put this AN here because it's gonna be a bit long one and will detail a bit of personal things. I do also wish to apologize for the long wait, i'm kind of a lazy ass with my fics, while writing is something I enjoy doing it's not something I really do all the time. Anyways, i'll get to the point as to why I am writing this.

I'm not sure if all of you are aware of this, but I have been working on enlisting into the US Military. I ship out in early June and I also had to deal with MEPS twice (Had to go again due to a slight medical condition, nothing serious) but it did strain my writing time, and so will me eventually leaving for service. It's gonna be a long ass while, but it's something I felt as if I needed to tell all of you guys in case if you ask "AYE MRJACK WHY AREN'T YOU WRITING ANYMORE YOU LAZY PIECE OF SHIT?" Or something along those lines.

Thank you for reading this fic, as well as this AN. Everyone's support means a lot to me, and i'm glad that I have a bunch of readers. You guys make me wanna be the best writer I can possibly be. So, thank you. Thank you guys for everything, and hopefully you'll stick around for even more (probably shitty no matter how hard I try lmao) fanfics from me.

-HeyMrJack

P.S

Indelible VI is a reference to something, whoever answers it well, idk. I'll think of something cool to do for em. Hint? It's from a sci-fi novel.