Hello! Littleswiss here. I'm proud to announce to you all that we have officially over a thousand views! Yeah! I want to thank you all for your support and reviews! I really appreciate this.
Oh and before I forget, I want to say that for the people that had and will (if I decide to ask for other character of course) gave me their OC, by giving them to me, it means that I can do whatever I want to them. Just clarifying a bit.
Well beside that, I have nothing to say so here's chapter 9. I know it is a little shorter than usual. Enjoy.
I do not own RWBY, it belong to Rooster teeth.
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Nooooooooooooooo! Those meat-bags have escaped! They ran inside the mist barriers and disappeared from its view. On an enraged cry that reverberated and destroyed the remnant of some windows, the beast charged at the open gate where only thick mist could be seen. His feet pounded the earth, making everything tremble in its path. It ran on all four, gaining more and more speed. All of its rage and anger were focused on the gate and only on it. The distance separating them became shorter and shorter until the impact. The giant grimm crashed against a barrier that appeared out of nowhere, just in front of the opening of the gate. It shined brightly at the impact. On the walls beside it, runes and glyphs of all sort were glowing. They were all linked, drawn in complicated circles and other improbable geometric forms. The monster was dazed for a few second before it got back up and rammed again and again at the glowing barrier, screaming all of its rage at the world. It hit the magical wall one last time before he took some distance. It opened its beak, clacked it multiple times while hissing like an alligator. All of its feathers erected, giving him a bigger appearance and a sort of crown on its head. They shook in unison. The sounds of its beak clacking continued, smoke started to pour out of its nostrils and beak and in one final clack, the monster opened its beak wide, pouring bright red flames in a torrent straight at the gate. The contact between the continues stream of fire and the barrier only made this one even more bright. White, calm and steady light against red, chaotic and deadly. Nothing could be seen as the lights showered everything. The creature kept vomiting flames, not wanting to give up to a wall, even a magical one. But alas, the white was declared the strongest and it stopped its action.
Enraged, it roared at the gate, the wall, the buildings nearby, everything. The shock caused by its cry made the earth and stone trembled, the vegetation that grew was suddenly went flying with the rocks and earth they had grew on.
It. Was. Pissed.
It was death incarnated, men, animals, all feared it. It was a ruler. It was a king. It was a Monarch. The color of its pupils dispersed into all of its six eyes. Only red could be seen. Big bright red, as if hell itself could be seen through them. Its breathing became more and more ragged. The giant grimm suddenly ran alongside the imposing walls. Everything that came across its path was destroyed.
While the enormous beast was running and destroying everything at the same time, at the base of the wall, on the left of the misty gate, earth started to become a little bump. At first it was as big as an ant then as large a hamster. Some earth was ejected, created a little hole. At first, a little nose with whiskers appeared. It jiggled a bit, taking in every smells possible. Then slowly a little furry head popped out of the hole. A rat. A little rat looked at the desolate city with its curious little eyes. Of course its tiny little brain couldn't handle the concept of beauty that could be applied to what it saw. But then a large explosion in the distance made it squeaked in fright before it hasty made its way back to its nest and went back to the hole.
Its wrath was absolute. Nothing stood a chance in its path. The cathedral was reduced to ashes, the market square was destroyed. The rest was just rumbles, fire and melted stone. It swiped, spat fire, destroyed everything in its rage. This emotion was bubbling, spreading in all of its being like an eruption from a volcano. Every fiber of its body was filled with pure, uttered, rage. The six eyes were glowing like red orbs, its feathers were shaking, saliva and smoke was pouring freely out its beak. In the middle of the destruction, the grimm was standing tall. And before the sun could set down, it roared. It roared as if it declared war on everything that ever was.
Then the pain began. It wasn't anything it had felt before. It was is if knives and blades were cutting him, from the inside. The beast responded to that by doing the only thing it could: scratching at them open. It scratched, tearing open its own flesh on its back, arms, chest and tights. Blood was ejected like fountains. Something was pushing its way out if the wounds, out of its flesh.
Spikes grew on its back and the back of its hand. Plates of bones appeared on its arms, legs and chest. They were all bloody. Its feather cape was tainted red. Only its mane of feather remained ghostly white. Then it all stopped. The grimm was panting and exhausted by this sudden change. For the first time in centuries or even more, it felt tired. The only thing that now occupied its mind was to sleep. In heavy steps, the beast walked towards its den.
But just before it entered, it gave one last time a look at the gate. Its eyes roamed around it until they came across the little bump where a little hole was. Its gaze stayed on this for a little while before the grimm turned around and went back to its lair.
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Unknown village
Ugh. David had a very strong headache when he woke up. The voices that were frantically shouting outside of the room he was currently in didn't help. He wasn't alone. Beside his bed was the tall form of Vulcan sitting in all of his steampunk glory. He was cleaning a revolver, still in the same style, making sure that each gears and different part was clean didn't have any problem. The giant acknowledged David by a nod before turning back to his preoccupation. The shouting outside kept going and was partly muffled by the walls and door. Of course it could have been easy for him to hear clearly what was being shouted, but the lying man was too tired to give attention to that. Instead his eyes was attracted by the shiny and somewhat old looking revolver. It wasn't a six-shot like a normal one, it has twelve. Also the size of the gun was pretty impressive. It wasn't enormous but it wasn't small either. David kept staring at it and at the hands of Vulcan while he was cleaning it. The shouting was starting to get worse as the voices were rising. He knew very well who they belonged to. Gripping his head in pain, he asked the other occupant:
"Could you pleased tell them to shut up?" It was getting more painful. The one asked nodded before getting up. He walked towards the door of the shed and got out.
The noise of the door being opened caught the attention of the ones who were having a dispute. Both of them turned their head in the direction of the door. Vulcan stared at both Max and John and brought his finger to his lips, signaling them to stop bickering before he made sign to enter. Both threw one last glare at each other before entering the big shed that was assigned to them.
When they were inside, they saw that their "boss" was awake and seemed relieved. That was voice by the faunus of the group.
"Glad to see you awake David. You scared us with your broken legs. Why didn't tell us earlier?" That was met with an incredulous look from both the one asked and Max, clearly saying "Are you serious?". John looked at them, they look back and Vulcan didn't really care about what was going on, still absorbed by his cleaning task. Then the realization of his absurdity hit him like a train.
"Oh… yeah." He said sheepishly, scratching his head in embarrassment. David just waved at him, telling him that it was okay, he didn't take any offense of it. Of course after that, no one said anything. They just stayed there looking at each other before the silence was broken by David.
"Well, what are we doing now?" Seeing an opportunity to open his mouth, John was going to answer his question but he was beaten to it by Maxine.
"We are waiting for a transport to get us out of here. We're going home." She said with a smile. A genuine smile of happiness. It might have been one of the best trip he had ever done in his life, but it still tired him a lot and the prospect of going back home was marvelous. He kept smiling until a thought occur to him.
"Where is my bag?" He suddenly asked his companions. At that, Vulcan didn't even look from his work (He was really careful when he was cleaning his revolver), took a backpack at his feet and tossed it at David. He caught the flying object before opening it, looking at its content. Satisfied that everything was there, he closed it before putting it on the floor, next to his bed.
Well now, they only needed to wait for their way-out.
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Meanwhile, in hell
Hell was a strange place. It was exactly as you might think it is: Hot, flames everywhere, pitch with crying souls attached to it that were bound to burn for eternity (in short, streetlamps.), demon as muscular as a bull or as skinny as a skeleton (well some were). Some had goat legs, others had just a little tornado of fire where their waist was supposed to be or normal legs. However there was one thing that was quite different from the "real" world: fashion. You see, skimpy here is what is normal and what is normal was skimpy. So that explain why our favorite demon, the one and only Carmilla caught a lot of attention from both the male and female population due to her normal attire of secretary.
She didn't care about all of the ogling and cat calls. If someone was started to annoy her, she just needed to release a tid bit of her power to put them into their place. They (the person/demon that felt it) felt lightheaded and fell on the ground, if they were resistant. Of course she was that powerful, she wasn't the damn secretary number 3 of Tartarus Corporation for nothing.
Enough chit chat, she had a job to do, to transfer some really sensitive documents to her boss. She had them in her shoulder bag. A certain bag from a certain Swiss mark made form recycling something. She walked in the busy street of Hell (which was also the name of the city) towards the main headquarter of her company.
Even from this distance, it could be seen miles away (literally). The structure was both grotesque and beautiful at the same time, mixing all kind of style of architecture (even if the most prominent was Gothic, go figure). Towers were bending at degrees that wasn't possible, gigantic gargoyles and other statues were vomiting lava from their mouth. The person responsible for the construction of the building took literally the saying "go big or go home". Or he had to really compensate for something.
Of course, those thoughts never cross once Carmilla's mind. Her mind was the perfect example of any respectable secretary: calm and focused. So with that state of mind, she kept walking towards her workplace. Even if she was technically now at the service of David, she was still a secretary. And time flew differently here than anywhere else, if she was gone for a few weeks outside or even months, it would be like not even a second had passed or even a minutes, well it was more like she could decided whatever time flew. If she wanted some calm, she could made as if three weeks in hell counted as in a few minutes back to the land of the living and vice versa. It was… complicated so no need for any living and non-demon person to try and understand how time worked here. Hell, even a certain hyperactive alien that had more lives than a cat would have trouble.
Arriving at the front of the imposing building, Carmilla adjusted her clothes before entering. For whoever had never entered the HQ of Tartarus Corporation would have been shocked. The interior had absolutely nothing in common with the exterior. In other words, the decoration was like the typical one you find in a human business, well if you ignored the decaying corpse that was the receptionist of course.
Carmilla walked in the main entrance, very spacy, and arrived near the animated cadaver that was trying to put some lipstick with a lot of trouble (of course when mostly of your muscle and nervous system is dead, you would.) she saluted her. Yes, her.
"Hi Nichole." Politely greeted the demon to her zombie counterpart. She was answered by a long and breathless moan.
The demonic secretary kept going and went towards one of the many lifts that covered the ground floor. She pressed the button to call the elevator and waited patiently. In the wait, she was greeted by different colleague that went to the classic red-skinned and horned demon to the transparent and trans-lucid banshee.
Finally her ride arrived with a ding and opened its door. She stepped inside and pressed the button leading to the top of the tower where her boss was. And you guessed it, the floor was the number… 666. What a surprise. However the ride was really fast, not like on a certain ship, and only took a couple of second. Arriving at destination, she got out of the elevator and walked towards the office where the prince of all darkness was doing business. On the way, she met her colleague, respectively named Lilith (number 1) and Julia (number 2). Both of them looked up from their current task and greeted her back. On was a really beautiful young woman while the other was a really old looking one. Well the second one looked more like your typical witch, with her crooked nose, wart and white eyes.
"Is mister Satan occupied?" Asked Carmilla. Lilith was going to answer her when the sudden noise of a flaming explosion was heard from the office. At that, Julia finished writing a letter before she folded it into an envelope before sealing it with wax. Once it was done, she just clacked her fingers and the letter disappear into a little burst of flame. Then a booming voice, as deep as space and as hot as red dwarf, came from the room in front of them.
"Miss Carmilla, you can enter." Seeing as she was waited for, she walked towards the office and enter it. The door closed itself. The room itself was the same when David had his interview.
Sitting in the leather chair was the dark prince himself, in all of his suit and business glory. He seemed content by the new contract he just made, if the stroking if his goatee was of any indication. Seeing that he acknowledged her existence, Carmilla approached him and gave the documents. They were the classic yellow paper with the big red stamp "Classified" on it. The dark lord opened it and started to skim through it. However his eyes suddenly turned into pit of fire when he read something. The sudden change of temperature made the paper catch fire, but it was quickly extinguished by a snapping of finger from Carmilla.
The lord of all darkness blinked a few times, trying to calm his nerves before and the sudden fire that were coming from his body. The flames diminished until only smoke was coming. Having found a semblance of calm, the devil closed the file before turning around to look at the Carmilla.
"So how is our little VIP?" He asked her, signaling her to take a seat. Oh yeah, that. David had became a VIP of the company for one and unique reason: he hadn't tasted the pleasure of the flesh (he was a virgin for the one who didn't understand.). Let's say that the soul of a virgin was very valuable in the hellish economy.
"Oh he's well. Of course he call me some times to time, but only for something important that is of course not mortally dangerous."
The rest of the discussion was filled diverse subjects, to the finance of the company to the possible future interviews, this time, of future employees. It lasted for about an hour and a half before the demonic secretary was excused.
When he was alone, Lucifer snapped his fingers and brought to life a little image, as if a high definition screen appeared out of nowhere. On it could be seen an enormous black form that was curled up in a dark cave. The up and down movements of it showed that it was sleeping. On its back were some spikes as white as bones with some dried blood on it. There were also some feathers that were blood-red.
At the sight of this beast, the devil had a toothy smile, all of his pointy teeth could be seen. Such a sight would have paralyzed in fear anyone who wasn't from hell.
And before he went back to his business, he said those words to no one in particular:
"Mr. Wilhelm, you have no idea of what you have awoken. It's going to be interesting."
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And done so what did you think? What do you think of the story so far? Who is you favorite character? Do you have any suggestion? Please leave a review, all constructive criticism is welcome.
I will see you next chapter,
Littleswiss.
