Here we are with another chapter! I wonder how this one is going to play out. As I have said in my other stories, I am going to be working full time at my job very soon. I don't know exactly when, but it is going to happen. I will keep writing of course, but updates will be coming out a lot slower than usual. But that will not stop me from updating, I will do the best that I can to continue this stories of mine as frequently as I can.
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Beta: CrowSkull
Detective Grimm
Chapter 4- Arrival
Ever since the interrogation, the God of Darkness has been waiting to be called upon again. No doubt from the Specialist again, she seems to be the one who always picks him up. Much to his own amusement, unlike most humans, that one is very persistent in what she wants or needs to do. Very intriguing as well, since his manipulation magic does not work on her. After another talk with his brother, the God of Light, he even has said that he has not touched the humans for thousands of years, just like the God of Darkness hasn't.
He wasn't lying, of course. Gods can always tell when someone lies, even if it was another God telling said lie. So that made the Specialist even more intriguing than before.
After the General gave them the mission to head to Vale, Diam has been waiting for the Specialist to pick him up again. He would just teleport there, but he felt like actual travel would be a welcome new experience. Teleporting everywhere with a simple snap of his fingers was handy, but it takes away from the experience. The journey would be over in literally just a snap.
So, he had the good mind to ask the Specialist for her personal scroll number. The first time Diam actually went out of his way to ask a human for their scroll number. The ones who were lucky enough to share his bed and warmth for a night were never worth the bother. Even those who wrongfully expressed their 'newfound feelings' for him. Like he'd fall for something as trivial as a gold digger, they should have known what they were into the moment they got into the bed.
As normal, his nightclub has been running fantastically. He was even able to get another club set up in the upper city of Atlas in the weeks he has been waiting for the Specialist. Everytime Diam asked her about it she would simply reply telling him to be patient, and that authorizing a mission like this takes the approval of both the Atlesian and the Valean council.
Screw the councils, was what Diam sent to her after reading that. Seriously, why did humans have such a complex way of government? To teach another mortal what they did was wrong, remove something from them so that they would never do it again, make an example to the other humans. Heck, that's what he did to one of the mob families in Atlas already. This… Regallia family? Diam already forgot their names. Saw that robbing one of his clubs was a good idea and would no earn themselves any sort of consequence.
Oh... they learned the way of their errors when word got to Diam. He made sure that no one else will ever entertain the idea of robbing him again. Even though he could have snapped what was stolen back to a safer location, that wouldn't have taught the very valuable lesson that most of the criminal underground in Atlas have now learned.
To put it simply, the Regalia family… disappeared, in a sense. Never to be a nuisance to him again. Now the next generation knew not to screw with him.
After chuckling to himself at the little arc of his life just a few weeks before the General was influenced to call him back into duty. He went back to playing his piano. Unlike the other times he was visited by the Specialist, he has made sure that he was fully dressed. He learned that not all humans like it when one of their own were in a state of undress. At least not everywhere.
In his club, people seem to love it. But out of the club, no. He learned that delicate lesson the first day he assumed his human form.
He played his current favorite song, the one of love. The one that the Specialist so rudely interrupted a few days before. This time it went by without any issues. He has gotten so good at this instrument that he can play it while drinking, it has become second nature to him at this point. After more than a year of playing the piano downstairs in the main party room, it was only natural that he got proficient at it.
His new personal scroll vibrated suddenly, stopping his hands immediately to go see what the message was. His purples eyes lit up when he saw the message on the lock screen of his scroll. A message from the Specialist.
Unlocking it faster then he ever could, he read the message quickly. Eager for any good news that would get him out of his current state of boredom.
"It's time, everything has been set, authorized, and our covers have been granted. I trust that you have attained your building in Vale by now?"
"But of course Specialist, I am what mortals would call divine in the art of doing something correctly ;)." Diam smirked as he sent that suggestive message, he always enjoys pushing her buttons, and he knows just how to do it already.
"Just… be prepared, this is going to be a long and trying mission. Once I finish visiting my family, I will come by to pick you up again. Be ready by then."
Diam didn't even send another message in reply. Instead he simply laughed to himself, and stood up to walk over to the mirror in his penthouse to make sure he had everything on and put together. Once eyeing himself up and down, he put his scroll back into his pocket. Looking himself in the eyes as he brought one hand up in a pre-snapping gesture.
Really, the Specialist should have already put it together that Diam is not one who enjoys being kept waiting.
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Whitley Schnee was not a someone you could exactly refer to as an emotional person. He didn't exactly share his sister's excitement about Winter's temporary return to the manor. But alas, he was ordered to do so by his father. It would be good for the family and business. He said. And so there he was, walking down the last hall to get to the room that held both of his sisters in, for yet another goodbye to his eldest sister.
That was until the entire hallway suddenly had a near seven foot tall sphere of purple energy appear.
"Ah!" The young boy yelped as a man in purple suddenly materialized in front of him, dropping the drink he had in his hand and spilling it all over the floor while falling backward onto his bottom. He looked up into the strangers face with his ice blue eyes, which were filled with a sudden fear at the sight of the man's twisted black horns, and his lips curved up into an amused smile.
"Hello young man, is your sister around?" Diam asked, recognizing the unmistakable white hair that could belong only to what the mortals with animal parts call a Schnee. Even he would know that, despite his unfamiliarity with most of the current worlds customs.
"I… you… who are you!?" The boy asked, pushing himself farther away from the much taller man. He widened his eyes as he considered a certain possibility, glancing back up to Diam's black horns. "A-are you with the White Fang?"
"The White Fang?" Diam laughed. "Heavens no, I would never allow myself to be dragged into that disgusting terrorist organization under the guise of revolutionaries."
"T-then… what are you here for?" The boy asked, slowly getting up cautiously and dusting off the back of his blue pants.
"I am here for the Specialist, as I have said earlier. Assuming by the same hair color you two share, she is your older sister?" Diam asked, then looked down to brush down his sleeves to make sure everything is looking clean and refined, just as the image he has set for himself. The God of Darkness shall never look anything less than perfect.
"You mean Winter?" Whitley asked, and then scoffed at the thought. "Why would my sister work with someone like you?"
Diam's smile suddenly faltered, was he just insulted? Did this boy just insult his beautiful horns? The answer to both of those questions was an implied yes, if the boy's smug smile had anything to say about it. He would need to be taught a lesson… Hm, yes, he had a suitable non-lethal punishment in mind. As he was warned, he should not kill too many people just because he felt like they needed punishment. Only those who try to kill him first, then he would vaporize them from existence.
Diam smirked mischievously as he snapped his fingers, working with a little something in the boys brain. Whitley suddenly coughed a few times, none of it painful, but he felt as though something changed within him. He opened his ice blue eyes back up and looked back into Diam's purple. Upon seeing the horns, he had no reaction this time. Just as Diam intended.
"W-what just happened?" Whitley asked, holding his head as it ached subtly.
"Oh nothing, I just removed the little part of your mind that was prejudiced towards the humans with the animal parts." Diam said with a shrug, and then wrapped an arm around Whitley's shoulder and pulled him snug against his body.
"You… what?" Whitley asked as he looked up at him, his tone much more innocent than before.
"Nothing for you to worry about young man, lets just say that I hold the cure to racism." Diam replied with a chuckle, and then started walking further down the hallway. Some of the Schnee servants considered calling for help, but considering that Whitley didn't seem to feel threatened and was actually engaging in back and forth conversation with the horned man. They thought against it, angering Whitley always led to termination, it happened one too many times for much simpler reasons.
By the time they reached the room where Winter and Weiss were in, Diam had already explained to the boy his origins and who he was. Diam Grimm, owner of The Darkness nightclubs, very rich, and a Huntsman on the side as well. Whitley was actually astounded by the story, and was eager to hear more. Much unlike the previous version of himself from just a few minutes ago who would have been mocking the faunus man or even ordering security to escort him out of the manor. Diam's subtle changes to the boys personality and mindset was admittedly minor. It was actually the first time the God has actually done that to a mortal, it wasn't like he had much practice beforehand. One wrong change and the boy could have been braindead permanently. Luckily however, Whitley proved to be a positive result of that little experiment of his.
"Wow, you must be really strong if you were able to do all that in the warehouse!" Whitley praised after hearing the short story of Diam's first ever mission as a reinstated Huntsman.
Diam chuckled as he placed a hand on the door handle which lead to Winter's room, looking back down at the younger boy with a more amused smile on his face.
"I am capable of many things young man, that is simply one of my more… destructive capabilities." Diam's smile faltered for but a second as he remembered a certain near extinction event a few thousand years ago.
"Well, when we see eachother again, I would be happy to hear more of them." Whitley said with a childish smile that was too contagious for Diam to resist putting on a smile of his own.
"We shall see young man, honestly it is all up to your sister if we see each other again." Diam said as he pushed open the door, and allowed Whitley to walk in first.
"Hello brother- Diam!?" Winter exclaimed with wide ice blue eyes, almost in pure disbelief as she watched Diam waved and greet her with an enthusiastic hello. "What are you doing here?"
"Winter, you know this man?" Weiss asked, hand already on Myrtenaster as soon as she spotted the man in purple and his black horns.
"Sister!" Whitley exclaimed as he hugged Winter, pressing his face into her chest and humming happily when Winter slowly hugged him back. Absolutely bewildered with her younger brothers sudden affectionate motions toward her.
"W-Whitley." Winter said as she tightened her hold on him, smiling softly for just a few seconds before looking back at Diam, who currently had his scroll out and already snapped a picture of what he thought was an adorable scene to behold.
Weiss was equally as surprised as her older sister. Whitley was never the affectionate one, none of them were. If anything Weiss was the one who was the most affectionate out of the three, she was the one who always gave Winter hugs, and on occasion when it was expected to her father and Whitley. Never Whitley though, he was the opposite of affectionate.
"What did you do?" Winter asked, her eyes hardened into chips of ice as she stared into Diam's boundless purple.
"Nothing bad, this time." Diam replied honestly, if anything the 'punishment' he gave unto Whitley was wholly positive. Ironic given that the God of Darkness was the one who created negativity in the world. He might as well have given the boy a blessing, he was no longer an annoying little shit. "We had an enjoyable talk on our way here, he even lead me to you on the way. I must say Specialist, that your family is very kind." He made sure to make that sound like he totally did something wrong. His goal being achieved easily as Winter kneeled down and inspected her younger brother for any sort of track marks, or any indication that he was drugged. Smelling his breath even just in case he got drunk in the few minutes that it took for him to get here.
In the end she found nothing, and Diam's amused face told her that she has been played by thinking that he did something completely nefarious. After letting out a sigh, Winter stood back up and placed a hand on Whitleys shoulder, and with her other hand and after clearing her throat, gestured toward Diam as if she was presenting something. The shock of the sudden appearance of her partner has faded away into nothing more then irritation now. She should have honestly expected something like this from him.
"Weiss, this is my new partner, Diam Grimm. He was handpicked by the General himself to work with me, we have not failed a single mission since."
"We've only went on one mission Specialist." Diam pointed out with a grin.
"One very successful mission which pushed out most of the White Fang in Atlas." Winter preened at the idea, feeling proud of herself despite not actually doing most of the work required.
"This is the man you told me about? Why would a faunus help bring down the White Fang?" Weiss asked.
Diam narrowed his eyes slightly at the younger girl. She looked a lot like the Specialist, but with a different hairstyle in the form of an off-centered ponytail. She had the same ice blue eyes as her siblings, and her facial structure was also relatively the same with some minor differences to distinguish her from her older sister. What really drew his attention however was the scar that ran down her left eye, she must have gotten slashed there by a sharp weapon. It impressed him in a way, it wasn't often that he met a mortal who brandished their scar like it was nothing.
However, as he met her gaze for a few seconds, he could tell that she wasn't perfectly comfortable around faunus, but was not nearly as bad as her brother once was. So she could be worked with in a different way if he felt as though her prejudice needed to be dealt with. For now however, Diam smiled and offered a hand for her to shake, even bowing his head slightly in a courteous fashion.
"Young lady, the White Fang does nothing but evil for faunuskind." Diam finally answered her completely honestly. "They go about things in horrendous ways and disguise it with the foolish title of revolution. They are terrorist, nothing more, and nothing less. And as such, they must be dealt with."
"I see…" Weiss was more than surprised to hear that coming from what she thought was just another faunus. She took his hand without really thinking about it and shook it, her small hand was dwarfed by the size of his, and she didn't realise just how tall she was until he got close enough for her to strain her neck to look up at him. She didn't say anything else, but she really didn't need too. Their positions with each other has already been set.
"I see you are getting along well already, that is good." Winter said with an approving nod, but couldn't help but feel a little worried that her partner has already gotten the approval of both of her siblings, something she hasn't even achieved since she ran away to the military and allowed herself to be disowned of her inheritance.
"But of course!" Diam cheered as he took his hand back and stepped closer to Winter. "Believe it or not, I do have a gentlemen side to me." He winked after saying that, a subtle reminder of the first time Winter, and he had met.
Winter flushed a faint tint of red as she remembered that scene. But it faded away even faster then it came and she narrowed her eyes at him, warning him to not delve into the topic any further with her minor siblings in their presence.
"That is good, because Weiss here is going to be coming to Vale with us." Winter couldn't say she wasn't pleased with the surprised look on Diam's face, the plan that Winter had in mind already being worked together in his mind.
"Oh? And why is that?" Diam asked politely, but on the inside he is not exactly perfectly okay with housing yet another Schnee in one of his clubs. If the White Fang in Vale found out, he might as well kiss that building goodbye with the cleanup he would have to do when they attempt to raid his building.
"I believe my sister can answer that for you." Winter said with a pleased smile.
Diam nodded his head in understanding and turned to Weiss, who stood up straighter and with pride as she thought on what her next words would be.
"I am going to be going to Beacon to study, and become a Huntress." Weiss said with a smile on her face. The passion was practically dripping off of the words that came out of her mouth.
"Are you now?" Diam asked, and didn't wait for her to answer as he turned back to the Specialist. "I did some research on that school was I was awaiting your message, I couldn't help but notice that the term does not start until a month from now. Tell me Specialist that this does not mean what I think it means."
Winter let a satisfied smirk come across her face as she looked back into Diam's challenging glare. It was nice being the one who played the other for once. A sort of revenge for having to be forced to be under the cover as a simple bartender.
"I've already gotten it approved by the General, Weiss is to stay in the club until the term begins. You are to act as a sort of bodyguard for her while we are not actively taking part in our mission." Winter explained.
Diam wanted to say something in return, but instead looked to Weiss, who nodded back at him, and then back to Winter. Who still held a smug smile on her face, and then even to Whitley, who chuckled as he saw Diam's bewildered expression.
"Specialist… I am the God of Darkness, nowhere in there does it say babysitter." Diam felt the need to point out.
Winter just shrugged in response. "It is a direct order from the General, to not follow it would lead to a court martial."
Diam's eyebrow twitched in indignation, but he composed himself as to not give the Specialist any more satisfaction that she had already received. He stood up straighter, looked down at the Specialist, and then glanced back toward the shorter version of her, who was still staring into his back.
"I am as enthused with the idea as you are, but this is the fastest way I can get to Vale. I can assure you that I will not be some damsel in distress for you to save over and over." Weiss said with a determined glare.
Diam simply turned away from her, and then let a smug grin grow upon his face as he thought of an idea.
"So… Specialist, I just got the idea of the new hair color you will be getting while under your cover." Diam said as he reached into his coat pocket, and summoned up a bottle of pastel purple hair dye.
The smile on Winter's face disappeared when she set eyes on the bottle, and her glare was anything but amused when Diam glared back at her with a look that could only be described as amusement. He even had the gall to shake the bottle in her face just to rub it in.
The trip to Vale was mostly uneventful, it was the departure from the Schnee manor that was the most interesting part of the trip. Jacques Schnee himself came by just before the Bullhead left the building. Yes, the Schnee manor had its own helipad.
After a tense goodbye to Winter and Weiss, in which he not-so-subtly jabbed at Weiss about her choosing Beacon over Atlas. He then noticed Diam, and more importantly of course, his horns. They met each others eyes and they stayed locked for a few moments. After about five minutes of that Jacques finally opened up a conversation by saying how he has heard of the nightclub owner and his successes, and that he was the partner of his firstborn daughter. They had a one sided tense conversation, with Diam not even caring about the others existence while Jacques was irritated by Diam's very presence.
At the time, Winter and Weiss were holding their breaths throughout the entire debacle. Amazingly, it did not lead to Jacques demanding having Diam replaced or some other cruel way of getting rid of him. Not like he could anyway, Diam is a Huntsman after all… or at least that's what his records said.
Begrudgingly, Jacques couldn't find a way to get Diam to be replaced or taken off the mission. Once Diam brought up that he was handpicked by Ironwood himself, Jacques lost what little ground he might have had against the horned man. So he walked off after giving his daughters once last goodbye in the form of a nod.
Whitley was another can of worms. His sudden affectionate nature was something neither of his sisters were able to properly process at the time. His hugs came out of nowhere and he even kissed their cheeks. He even teared up when they left, complete unlike he was before. It was for the good, Diam would say. It's better then being the privileged little shit he must have been before the God of Darkness got to him.
That lead to a brand new revelation. He could use his manipulation magic on another Schnee, and during his trip he was able to use it on Weiss as well. Asking her what she desired to eat most at the time lead to a surprising answer and explanation on why she wanted chocolate chip cookies so badly. Diam had to sit through that entire explanation, and he couldn't kill her to make her stop, that would make things a lot less fun for himself if he had to eradicate anyone who came to hunt him down.
But at least he got something good out of it, he was able to manipulate Schnees, other people, faunus even. But not the Specialist, not Winter Schnee. He's tried to wrap his mind around that the entire trip, and to no avail.
The trip itself offered views that were wonderful to see, but he quickly realized how fast being stuck in a Bullhead for several days would get boring very fast. The views quickly became just that, and there was nothing else he hasn't seen before. The temperatures frequently dipped up and down, but as a God who was living in the vacuum of space he barely even felt the changes. He mostly spent his time conversing with either the Specialist or Weiss. The latter because he needed to know what exactly he was in for when it came to babysitting- sorry, guarding the Schnee heiress. Luckily Jacques didn't seem to know that part, and the media were kept in the dark about it from all over the world.
Oh, how he wanted to teleport himself to Vale so badly. But after a few days, he was determined. The God of Darkness would not be defeated by a few simple boring days, he spent thousands of years in the vastness of space where there was literally nothing to do but throw dead planets into each other and marvel at the explosion it would create. He could handle a few human days… it was nor problem.
When the side door of the Bullhead opened up, he could not have leapt back onto his feet faster to bask in the Valean sunlight for the sole purpose of stretching his arms and legs. Because that was the only reason for him jumping out so quickly…
Winter and Weiss followed him a few moments after, already wearing their disguises to hide their pure snow white hair. Using sweater hoods and wearing casual clothing in the form of simply blue jeans, black sneakers, and a brown hoodie. With Winter being different wearing a purple hoodie per the request of Diam and with a little bit of magic thrown into the mix. Just for the sole purpose of annoying her because he knew that it would.
Naturally, Diam was able to keep his usual outfit. He wasn't exactly as well known throughout the world just yet, at least not legally.
"Ah! Do you smell this air? It's so… normal." Diam said as he spun around to face the two disguised Schnee's, who are less than amused to be wearing something so middle class like and were loathe to be able to admit that it was in fact comfortable.
"Yes… normal. I trust that you know where your building is?" Winter asked, tightening her hood when a few faunus walked by while chatting.
"Of course! And I know exactly how we are going to get there. Link hands everyone!" Diam said as he grabbed Winter's hand without asking permission, and gestured for Weiss to grab her other one.
"Seriously? I am more than able to not get lost in crowds thank you very much." Weiss said with a huff and a pout, unamused with the misunderstanding she is having.
Winter sighed, and grabbed onto Weiss' hand, earning a wide eyed look from her younger sister. "Trust me, it's one of his abilities." She said before Weiss could open her mouth to speak.
"Awe~ I must be getting on your soft side Specialist!" Diam cooed as he brought one hand up into a pre-snapping gesture.
"If that keeps you happy, then go ahead and think that." Winter replied with a roll of her eyes.
"What are you going to do?" Weiss felt the need to ask.
Diam's eyes flashed purple as he snapped his fingers in response to her question.
They rematerialized in the middle of the dance floor. People were shoved out of the way by the purple sphere that formed, and three people appeared as it faded away. Weiss didn't even finish blinking her eyes as she took in the new world around her, instinctively clutching tighter onto Winter's hand as a passing fear washed over her.
"Hello everyone! I am the new owner of this club, is there a man called 'Junior' around?" Diam called out to the occupants of the building, almost all of the staff were wearing black and red suits with sunglasses of the same color, save for two other women who were twins and wore a red and white dress respectively. They all seemed to be greatly confused at the sight of them before brandishing all of their weapons.
Diam rolled his eyes as yet another few dozen barrels of guns were pointed at him. "Not this again… listen, I've already been in contact with the man, and we have already come to an agreement, just get him out here and we can handle this without violence."
"Diam what the hell are you doing?" Winter hissed at him as her hand fell down to a concealed weapon, while Weiss did the same when the fear faded away.
"Nothing for you to worry about Specialist, I've got this. Just keep yourselves under control."
"You're supposed to be protecting me!" Weiss whisper screamed at him. "I am pretty sure this is the opposite of the word protect."
"I said. I will handle this." Diam lost some of his patience and his eyes glowed purple as he said that, he looked away from the intimidated heiress and back toward the men around him. He let more of his power shine through in the form of letting an aura of purple flames flow over his body.
"Shit, we've got a Huntsman over here!" One of the twins had the brains to put it together, but they were so very off if they thought that this was even a fraction of what Diam was capable of.
"Remarkable, truly. You were actually able to figure it out!" Diam clapped his hands in a mocking fashion. "Diam Grimm, at your service." The God in disguise said with a bow.
That at least had an affect on the people around them, Diam allowed his power drawn from his anger to simmer down as they lowered their weapons one by one. It seemed like his name was what was needed to calm things down.
"You're the guy who convinced Junior to let buy The Club?" One of the twins asked him, putting away her weapons and sauntering her way toward the group of three. Eyeing Diam up and down as she grew nearer.
"In the flesh." The God said with a grin.
"Hmph, don't know how you managed that," The twin in red said.
"Junior is really protective of this place," The twin in white added.
"How did you manage to convince him to let you buy the place?"
"And what is going to happen to us?"
"Ah, you must be the Malachite twins, Melanie and Militia correct?" Diam asked, and then brought up Winter and Weiss in each arm.
"Melanie." The twin in white confirmed.
"Militia. The other in red said next.
"Well then girls, you have nothing to worry about." He turned to face the crowd, seemingly the ones who work at this establishment. "None of you have anything to worry about! All of you will keep your jobs, and everything will proceed as normal with maybe a few minor changes, this place is practically just like The Darkness after all."
"Hmm."
"Mmm…"
The Malachite twins hummed their silent approval, right as the muttering began in the crowds. Diam certainly had a way with crowds it seemed, easily able to speak to them even when most of them are criminals in a gang under a different leader.
"Diam what is happening here?" Winter asked him in a whisper.
"Oh Violet, that is the sound of great progress being made. Now you." Diam leaned down to the much shorter Schnee heiress, who was just as speechless as her sister at the moment. "Stay quiet please, we don't need the heiress of the SDC being recognized so early now do we?"
Weiss looked back up at him with ice cold eyes, she looked like she wanted to protest. But he spat out a fact to her, if the people around her knew who she really was, word would get out quickly, drawing more attention to herself is not what she needed right now. She complied and lowered her head so that they wouldn't be able to see her face.
"Hm." Winter hummed in response after being called by her cover name. So that was why Diam got the purple hair dye, it made much more sense now.
"Diam." A deep voice suddenly called out to him, not hostile but not entirely friendly either. A Man wearing a suit without the coat, facial hair around most of the lower half of his face which was well trimmed and tamed, came out from behind one of the bars and shut the door behind him, meeting eyes with Diam right away. "I thought you'd be here at a later date, what happened?"
"Someone was keeping me waiting." Diam said with a not so subtly look toward Winter. "So we started the trip here later than what was intended."
Winter's heart rate increased as she stared at Diam with wide eyes, was he really doing what she thought he was doing? Was he a double agent the whole time? Her hand was brought back down to the hilt of her concealed weapon, it would be tough, but she may be able to get herself and Weiss out of here. That is if she can get by Diam however…
"Oh? And who is this woman that managed to cause you that much trouble?" Junior asked with a chuckle, crossing his arms and sitting back on one of the stools not too far from them.
"Oh just a friend of mine and her sister, they are trying to lay low for a while. I was hoping I could keep them here in the meantime." Diam said with a shrug.
Weiss started thinking the same things as Winter as this went on, she started getting tense as Diam and Junior continued their conversation and moved on from topic to topic, before finally wrapping back around to them. By that point Junior started smiling at him like he was an old friend.
"Well, I can understand that much. Some people just don't know when to learn."
"Ugh, don't even get me started on some people." Diam said while still looking directly into the other man's eyes and… were Junior's eyes now purple this whole time?
"I get that, very well, let's get back to business now. Since you're technically my boss now, thanks for the immediate payment by the way. My gang and I are yours to command now, we'll report to you with the important shit, I'll deal with all the stuff you can't be bothered with." Junior explained as he held a hand out. "And of course, the club will be renamed The Darkness as well, along with the other clubs I have set up around town, and I've already ordered a few pianos as you requested."
"Hoho! My you have certainly proved your worth already Hei." Diam chuckled happily as he shook the other man's hand. "As for these two, Violet, the taller one, will be working behind the bar, and they will both be living here will be residing in the guest room beside my personal quarters in the meantime, anything they do will be monitored by me, so be sure that they are not messed with."
"Of course sir-"
"Ah, ah, ah," Diam couldn't help but look to Winter as he said his next words. "Call me… Lord."
"Okay, my lord." Strangely enough, no one seemed to question that specific order.
Winter's tense silence turned into one of boredom as she listened to more and more of what Diam has been doing in just the few days that she wasn't keeping an eye on him. Apparently he went and made himself the leader of a gang, bought many more than just one building as he said before, and already solidified her cover, along with protection of herself and her younger sister. Any questions that she had for him before have now been tripled in quantity.
After hashing out a few more things with Junior, Diam let the Malachite twins lead them to where they are going to be staying for now. Weiss for a month and herself for potentially much longer, at least until this mission of theirs ended.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Winter spun around and tore off her hood to reveal her white hair which has yet to be dyed yet.
"What the Hell was that Diam?" Winter asked. "How did you manage all of this so quickly? I knew you had a way with words but that was just unbelievable!"
"You answered your own question yourself Violet." Diam replied, calling her by her cover name. "I have power your feeble mind wouldn't be able to comprehend."
"Apparently," She rolled her eyes at what she thought was a metaphor. "God Diam, you nearly gave me a heart attack out there." Winter said with a huff as she sat down on her new bed, Weiss sitting across from her on the other provided in that guest room.
"Me as well, I thought you were going to betray us for a few moments there." The heiress added.
"Betray you?" The God laughed. "Why would I do that? I would have little gain from doing something like that, one thing you must know about me child is that I am very intuitive when it comes to my work."
"I don't know if I would even call what you did back there intuition, it was like you put everyone under some spell just to get what you wanted." She didn't know it, but that is exactly what Diam did, and he laughed at the mere thought of it.
"That's just the effect I have on some people child."
"Is it your semblance? To manipulate people?" She asked next, Winter started paying extra attention as the conversation was steered into a much more interesting direction.
"My power has… many uses." Diam said, not exactly lying but not telling the full truth either.
"Like what you did at the warehouse." Winter said, earning his attention back. "You were surrounded by the White Fang, I thought you were going to die, but every single bullet was stopped in mid air and sent back at them. I've seen metal control semblances before but never to that degree or in that intensity. Not to mention that you can also teleport to wherever you want with just a snap of your fingers.
"Ah, someone has been paying attention." The God of Darkness winked at her, earning himself another scowl from his partner. She only saw but three of his abilities so far, and for now the God would like to keep it that way. It would get annoying if she saw him vaporize someone where the stood with just a snap of his fingers.
"I've never seen any kind of mental manipulation before either." Weiss added. "I've heard of illusionary semblances before, but that is the closest to any mind-to-mind attack type semblances that exist."
"That you know of." Diam countered expertly, and left it at that even when it was expected for him to continue.
"So you're just not going to tell us what powers you have?" Weiss asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know you are supposed to be protecting me until Beacon starts, it would be wise to let me know what exactly you are capable of."
"I am capable of keeping you safe." Diam replied, snuffing out his cigarette in one of the ash trays. "That is all that you need to know at the moment, just let me handle the rest heiress."
"Excuse me? I am not some damsel in distress for you to lord over!" Weiss exclaimed, offended.
"Weiss," Winter warned, already seeing the amused glint in Diam's eyes. "Just don't bother arguing with him, it is not going to go well. Just listen to him while I am not around, he may not show it, but he is good at what he does. If that display from earlier was anything to go by."
"Y-yes… Winter."
"I am flattered Specialist, truly, I am." The God said as he stood up, and cleared his voice. Locking his eyes with the top of Winter's head. "Now, I have a question for you now."
Winter rose a single eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
Diam reached into his coat pocket, and took the same bottle of purple hair dye out from his pocket, and held it with two hands and sighed to himself.
"How much do you like your hair white?"
Winter's sigh was answer enough.
Well, that was a fast chapter for me to write. This was mostly more set up for the actual plot of the story, so I guess you can say that the prologue is finally over. Winter and Diam are officially partners now. Weiss is stuck living in the back of a nightclub that Diam 'convinced' the previous owner to let him buy and become his boss in a sense.
Again, this is literally the God of Darkness, for all we know, he has near limitless abilities. And I am sure that manipulation could be among one of those abilities. If I am wrong and RT later in the future shows more of what the Gods are capable of, then you can call this story and AU of sorts. I mean, it already technically is.
Please review and let me know what you think so far!
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