The night was cool and starry, the large canine roaming through the woods, hot puffs of steam exiting with each breath. It found its way to a rocky outcropping, climbing its way to the top of a large, jagged boulder and looked up at the shattered moon above it, letting out a high-pitched howl. It yelped suddenly and then a large bang sounded, a hole blasted through his chest, a humanoid silhouette standing above it. In its hand it held a polearm topped with a broad, square head, a spike atop it, and a recurved spike opposite the large head. It slid a wooden, bulbous part of the weapon down, a bright red spent shell exiting and slid it back forward, a cocking noise breaking the noise of wind. It tapped a button near the bizarre head and it compacted into the form of a silver shotgun shell, the figure gingerly picked it from the top of the metal staff and placed it in a pouch, then walked off into the night. The figure turned its head every so often, as if in search of something, as it walked through the darkened forest. Finally, it froze in place, facing a large, wooden fort fenced by pointed logs on all sides. The figure walked towards the lit-up fortress, revealing his long, black curly hair, a black moustache that gently curved down past his lips and bright red eyes. He was adorned in a conehead helmet covered in fine red silk, a red robe covering him from shoulder to mid-shin and covered with golden tree and leaf-like patterns on the fringes, chainmail beneath that with a large, rusted hexagon over his heart, each side with a triangle on it, as well as plate-and-mail boots upon his feet. He walked up to the gate and pounded on it with the end of his metal rod, stirring a few men to the top of it. "Great, what do you need, stranger?" one said, a cat-like tail whipping beside him.

"I have some unfinished business with the Faunus inside, a chat left unfishined, if you will." he replied.

"Well, it can wait until tomorrow, get out of here!" the other shouted, a large pair of rabbit ears on his head.

"I don't think you understand who I am," the man replied, placing the silver shell inside the staff, cocking it, "I'm the one who survived."

The men looked at eachother with worry. "Pal, we don't know what your talking about but this is your last warning, leave or bad things'll happen." the cat Faunus said, pointing a spear at him.

"I could say the same to you." he replied with a chuckle.

The Faunus shivered at his laughter. "Who are you?"

"You may call me the Devil," he said, pointing his weapon at them and aiming, "and I am here to do the Devil's work."

He fired up at them in rapid succession, knocking them from their posts and down to the ground below, bleeding profusely from several, small holes all over their chest and abdomen. Several more blasts were heard until the doors had a large hole in them, the man stepping through it. "Don't worry, I'll just let myself in." he chuckled, pointing the barrel at the face of the dying cat Faunus.

He pulled the trigger and the silver shell produced itself, half in and out of the barrel, instantly forming back into the original shape, the spike impaling him through his forehead. "And here I thought you had nine lives!"

He carefully loaded six shells into the staff, cocked it and loaded one more as more Faunus began to charge him, weapons in hand. An ape-like man swung a wooden staff at him, blocking it over his head and kicking him back before he pointed the spike at him and pulled the trigger, a white light emitting from it and the Faunus dropped, peppered all over his body with tiny holes. Another Faunus, with a monkey's tail, whipped a staff at him, bright orange emitting from the strike and sending the man stumbling back, holding his cheek. His eyes turned a much darker red as he faced his opponent, who immediately slammed the staff over his head, snapping it. The man did not flinch but throttled the Faunus, bringing him close and sinking his teeth into his throat, then ripping his head back and opening the Faunus' throat wide open. A spear burst through his stomach, he looked down with shock at it, blood leaking down his fine coat. He snapped the spear end off and pulled the entire shaft through him, his wound instantly sealing as he turned to a bull Faunus behind him, a look of hurt confusion upon the madman's face. He brought the axe up and slammed it onto the skull of the stunned Faunus, instantly dropping him dead to his knees as the other Faunus charged again. He used the corpse as firing stand for his remaining shots in quick order, faces and skulls torn apart, organs spilling, and blood trickling and spilling about. He looked over the defeated men and noticed one with what looked like a bite mark on its wrist. He smirked, knowing he may have committed a good deed. Soon, the women, children, and elderly began to file from their houses, seeing the carnage inflicted and the bodies of their fathers, husbands, brothers, and uncles, some children kneeling in the gore and shaking the corpses, begging them to wake up. His eyes returned to there natural shade and he asked, his face showing regret, "Do you wish to never be hungry again?"

The townspeople looked at him with running tears and shock; they had no choice but to unanimously nod their heads. He pointed to their largest building, a church, and led them inside its great doors, herding them all to a large table. He slammed the door shut behind himself and placed a board in front of the door, catching the locks on both sides. He grabbed a torch from the walls of the town and threw it up on top of the church, catching fire. He watched the dazzling spectacle of dancing and flickering flames in the moonlight as they spread and consumed, much to the screaming hysteria from within. He walked out of the town but, just before exiting, the man with rabbit ears grabbed him by the ankle. "Why?" was all he could muster.

The man knelt beside him, "You took away my comrades, my friends, and we were just helping you. You could have your homes back when they were eradicated, but it wasn't good enough that you and the world would be safe. You acted selfishly and may have doomed life as we know it. That is why you deserve this."

He turned to the moaning coming from all around the fort, the stench of decay in the air. "Ah, the inferi are here already, maybe they'll chew through something vital if you're lucky." he said, smirking as he patted him on the cheek.

The man exited the fort for good, not turning back as dozens of humans entered, the last living man screaming as the church's roof collapsed in.

In the trees of the woods surrounding the town, a woman in black stood on a branch, a bow on her head and her golden eyes shut, a tear dripping down her face as the man cackled in the distance. A hand rested on her shoulder, belonging to a red haired man with a bizarre bone-like mask. "Now you see more than ever that humans can not be trusted. Let's go." was all he said and lept from tree to tree, making it to a clearing on a high, steep cliff, the girl resting on a rock as the moon dropped beyond the red forest.

Well those are the RWBY: The Abyss trailers folks, hope it added interest. First episode will be uploaded sometime in March before the 6th and final season of Deadliest Warrior. As always any form of support is very much appreciated. Thanks for giving this over 100 views in 6 days, I've never gotten that many views that quickly on a new story, it means a lot to me.