A/N: And I'm updating this now, yay. For anyone curious, I'm not giving myself a schedule per-say, since I've got a lot happening in life atm, but I do have an order of which I'll be updating; This, Then CBR, Anything else I manage, This, CBR, Anything else I make, etc, etc. Anywho, please enjoy! R&R If you'd be so kind

With a gong, the meeting began...

..and swiftly descended into absolute Chaos.

Kratos really didn't know why he was surprised. It happened every time.

"-Children everywhere-"

"-he murdered my progeny-"

"-Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow-"

"-How was I supposed to know there was a demigod in the town-"

"-In my defense...I was minding my own business-"

"-I wonder if there are new mortal treats out in town-"

So on and so forth it went for nigh on twenty minutes, many deities standing and yelling at each other, but none actually standing and moving down to the sand below, where the 'speaker' for whatever issue usually stood. That was, until a large, feminine figure stood from the top row, and began to move down towards the center, all eyes locking on to her, the shouting matches dying, but none moving to sit. She finally reached the lowest area and turned to face the thousands of assorted deities, face shrouded, bar her violet eyes.

"The court-" A ball of glowing light, who was sat near the bottom rows, spoke, "Recognizes Morrigan, mistress of fate. Speak." It intoned dully, fluttering a bit with each word.

"Thank you." She all-but-purred, softly bowing to the assembled group. The polite facade fooled nobody. "Brothers, sisters, friends, enemies, and eldritch horrors from beyond time and space." She began, steadily pacing in front of the stands. "We have called each other on this day, for a universe-altering event never before seen." She spoke, "Even my eyes cannot see where the threads of fate shall take us...all of us." And that statement held more power than a supernova. For if she could see nobodies fate, that meant even her own realm-the realm of fate the future and time itself-were so horribly twisted by this sudden influx of godlings, that even the universe they had all helped make was invisible to them.

"-Impossible-"

"-It can't be-"

"-No way-

"-Is that true?!"

Came the many calls from the assortments, any deities of time or fate somberly agreeing with Morrigan on the lack of vision. "This must be remedied," she shouted over the clamor, pacing a little faster, hands articulating what little her words could not. "I for one say we purge all realms of these...these...abominations!" A moment of almost offended silence. "No offense to any abominations in the room. You know what I meant." she corrected, and the offended air vanished to the winds.

"I disagree!" came a voice from right beside Kratos. It was Aphrodite. "These are our children!" She exclaimed with horror, standing and marching down to the center. "They may be born only from our magic, or only from our blood, but they are still ours!" she cried, standing next to Morrigan and facing the audience with a pleading expression. Blatant manipulation, maybe. But she felt it a worthy cause.

"The court-" Came the ever-so-slightly annoyed ball, "Recognizes Aphrodite, Goddes of love."

"Thank you." She murmured, slightly embarrassed, but completely unrepentant.

"A foolish notion." Snarled Morrigan. "These things are not our children. They are, at best, someone's science experiment, and at worst, one of us is trying to replace the others with a new, more malleable version." She huffed, her cynical logic clearly reaching a few-members-beyond a handful of the audience.

"Or maybe they're our us-Damned Children!" Aphrodite all but roared, glaring at her fellow Goddess. "Maybe your right, maybe one of us is trying to tell the others something, but if they really wanted that, they wouldn't have made clones, they'd have called-" She froze midsentence, but she may as well have finished it. Every eye, magical or otherwise, flicked to Kratos for but a moment, some lingering, others fleeing instantly. Aphrodite cleared her throat and straightened up, calm again. "I stand to make a vote." She called to the assembled groups.

"As do I." Morrigan growled.

"I put to vote the children be spared." Aphrodite challenged.

"I put to vote the abominations die!" Morrigan rose.

Silence echoed, but before anyone could vote, two glowing, humanoid figures stood, marching down towards the center in tandem.

"The court-" Came the ever-faithful ball, "Recognizes the remnant twins."

"Thank you, dear friend." Came the darker figure, head twitching unnaturally for a moment when it spoke.

"My fellow gods," Came the yellow figure, "This need not be put to vote. The majority of these children already rest in our realm. If we simply gather them up and cast them to it then-"

Death

Pure. Unadulterated. Even the underworld deities shivered and moved away from the angry, physically steaming form of Kratos. He stood and marched towards the sands, every step leaving melted bootprints in the millennia-old material, causing everyone to shift away, some even scrambling out of their seats to avoid his wrath.

"I'm sorry if I offended." The creation twin murmured, eyeless face tracking the pale god. "We are both rather new here, who might you be?" he asked, stepping the slightest bit closer to his twin, who had down the same.

"T-The court-" The ball had hidden behind the pale-faced, stiff Jackal-human-hybrid sat next to it, "Rec-Recognizes Kratos, G-God of...uh…" A sudden, thoughtful silence cut a swath through the court.

What was Kratos the god of, anymore?

"Equalization." Came the livid, barely-restrained voice of the Olympic butcher.

"Equalization!"

"Well, Kratos." The creation brother began, 'watching' as the two Goddess between them and this Pale creature fled to the sidelines to avoid him. Morrigan fearfully. Aphrodite…well she looked two seconds away from divulging herself of clothes and chucking herself at the walking Godkiller. "Have you issue with-GACK?!" The yellow being tried, right before an armored hand snatched closed around its neck, not really stopping it from talking, but certainly surprising it.

"You Dare-GUHH!" The darker twin exclaimed, moments before a boot dug itself into his sternum and slammed him to the no-longer-soft sands.

"Arrogant, insolent, FOOLS!" Kratos roared. "Not only did you have the gall, the audacity, to abandon your realm over a select group of mortals who had been tricked and lied to, but you also dared make a claim to judge them should your precious 'relics' be united, and if you find them, as a species, unsatisfactory, then you would ANNIHILATE THEM TO THE LAST!" He roared, sand physically being blasted away around them from the force of his anger. Not aura, just his anger.

"Those mortals-"

"Were as tricked as you were!" Kratos thundered, the skies above crackling with lightning, rain beginning to fall as Kratos's bucketload of different god-claims began to react to his righteous anger. "And you killed them all! Your brother had to replant the species! And for what?! A group tricked because you made a woman who defied you as immortal as a mortal can be! What did you think would happen, that she would just sit on her ass and cry?! Of course, she's going to use the powers you handed her on a silver platter to stand against you!" Both brothers paused to ponder that.

"I suppose…"

"That was a mistake."

"Oh no. That was your first mistake. Your second was daring to consider using your former realm as a trash-dump for the rest of the pantheons, just to get in good with us!" There was a pause.

"Former?"

"Yes. Former. I Claim the Realm's of Remnant as my own, for it's Gods have left it open!" He called to the audience.

No one disputed the new claim.

"You can't just-" Kratos didn't even look down, simply plunged his foot into the destructive brother's chest, and the creature screamed in agony as it cracked, split, and finally detonated.

"Brother!" The yellow one screamed. He made no sound when Kratos squeezed, and he too detonated, the skies clearing in seconds from the twin blasts.

For ten minutes, nobody moved. By claiming their realm as his own, Kratos technically had the right to do what he did, in their eyes. The reason they all stood still, was because Kratos...had sprouted horns. A pair of antlers jabbed upwards from his temples, and two curled horns poked from the sides of his head, swirling into fine tips. Reaching up, Kratos gently pushed against the two sets, and they sunk into his skull, vanishing from sight.

"I lay my vote with Aphrodite." He suddenly called, moving back towards his seat.

"I lay my vote with Aphrodite!" Morrigan squeaked, violet eyes wide with fear and panic.

Nobody blamed her...or voted for her original cause.

Soon afterwards, the meeting was adjourned with another gong, and many left. A few, however, stayed. All of them stood and walked to Kratos with varying levels of hesitance. "Speak." He told the crowd, calmer now, but still short-tempered.

Two more vanished after that single word, spooked or unwilling to risk his anger.

"Kratos…" Came the voice of Sol from behind him. He turned to face her and was met with a faceful of magma-like skin. "Take me with you! It's so boring on that chariot with no more wolves to chase us!" she whined, chin resting on his bald head as she hugged him desperately.

"Have you mastered a human disguise?"

"W-Well, no-"

"Then no."

"Aww."

"Next."

"Kratos…" came a withered, raspy voice. Turning to his right, Kratos eyed the blue dressed, sword-bearing God. "Use it well." And then he was gone.

"Sir…" He turned left, gazing at the small, gold-and-green serpent. "Please, treat my youngling well." It pleaded. He nodded in acquiescence, and the little creature sighed in relief, vanishing with a pop.

"Equalizer." Kratos sighed and turned to face the tall, staff-carrying, bird-like God before him.

This was so very annoying.

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This was so very bad.

First, Kratos had left two days ago with a warning about a possible Deity War, then there was a record-high earthquake in the Grimmlands and mistral, making both continents a few miles shorter in a select few areas, and NOW he was tending to a bloody, whimpering Leo, who was laid across his desk.

"What happened?!" Ozpin demanded, having already sent Glynda the emergency buzz, trying to do something, anything, to staunch the bleeding of his fellow headmaster, and friend.

"Salem...new...pets…" The man grit out. "She...tried...to make...me turn. But I...wasn't scared...of her." He panted from the exertion of talking, tail twitching, but inhaled deeply and continued. "I'm...sorry. They know about...him…" The Faunus got out, chest heaving, blood splurting without remorse.

"Hang on Leo!" Ozpin exclaimed desperately. But it was for naught.

The tail stopped swaying.

The chest stilled.

His eyes faded to a simpler, glazed appearance.

And Leone Lionheart...was no more.

The sheer agony in Ozpins following scream could be heard all across the grounds.

A/N: Wow. That was...I didn't even realize what I was writing for that end segment until I finished. I like it, I'm keeping it, and you can feel free to criticize if you dislike his death. My thought process was that he feared Kratos more than Salem, and so he was able to stay with Ozpin this time, even if it cost his own life. Also, about the council parts, I did what I thought was right. Those two would just be a hassle to worry about the lore, logic, and current events being affected due to the presence of, at least, two gods in their former realm. So I gave them their just desserts. Try to name all the God's I didn't specifically title. Hope you enjoyed!