Welcome back once again my lovelies, shall we continue?

"What do you mean a few centuries?" Desmond asked.

"I mean, I am a lot older than I look, take a guess how old I am." I replied.

"Seventeen?" Desmond guessed.

"Eighteen?" Terra questioned.

"incalculable." Ghost dead-panned.

"Ghost is the closest, I'm actually coming up on my three hundred and nineteenth birthday." I answered.

"Dude a serious answer please." Desmond pushed.

"I am serious, I was brought into this world roughly three hundred and nineteen years ago, in the burning pits of sin." I replied.

"As in... Hell?" Terra questioned in disbelief.

"Well that's what your kind call it, but yes Hell." I answered.

"Our kind? You mean you're a faunus?" Terra asked.

"Well yes, but that's not what I meant." I answered.

"What did you mean?" Ghost joined in.

"There are more races than just humans and faunus, in fact the whole repressing of faunus rights is ridiculous since you guys are so much alike, and yet you all know nothing of my kind, we go by something that can't be said in the English language, so to you I guess we're Hell spawns." I informed.

"... Hell spawns...?" Desmond questioned.

"Yes." I smiled.

"So... Did you like climb out of a burning pit or something?" Desmond jokingly asked.

"No, no I was born the same way you all were, the only major differences really are my aura which actually applies to two things." I said.

"What's so different about your aura?" Terra asked.

"Well as you guys know in order to have an aura, one must have a soul... Being a spawn from Hell I do not have one, well... Not a natural one at least." I explained.

"And that means?" They all asked simultaneously.

"Well that's going to take a little longer to explain, so before I do I'm going to ask this, are you guys okay with some classes today?" I asked.

"I think I'll be okay with that." Desmond smiled.

"Anything to get out of another one of Professor Ports, self proclaimed tales of heroism." Terra joked.

"I will survive." Ghost answered.

"Okay then, well first off... My dad is the Devil... Or I guess more the king of the devils." I spoke.

"As in Satan?" Terra questioned.

"In your understanding yes, though that's not his name, I call him dad but his name is Lucifer, he keeps order in our realm, keeps the spawns at bay and prevents any revolts of power or attacks on Remnant." I informed them.

"You're kidding right? Why are spawns so intent on attacking Remnant?" Terra asked.

"They're as motivated to take over Remnant as the White Fang are, though with dad keeping them at bay, it'll be a long time before they're able to do anything to damaging, one or two might get loose from time to time but nothing to major." I explained.

"okay, that's good I guess." Desmond remarked.

"Anyway he's been around for a few millennia now, but he's only been in charge for a couple centuries now, not long before I was brought into the picture, you see most hell spawns are created, moulded from magma and ash, when they are moulded a little bit of human souls are put into the mixture to give them life, otherwise they'd end up just becoming creatures of Grimm, I on the other hand was a rare case, I was conceived like humans are." I explained.

"How does your aura fit into this?" Terra impatiently pushed.

"I was getting to that, when a hell spawn gives birth, the baby is destined to die, because the same amount of human soul used to make spawns isn't enough to sustain a baby that is conceived, So I was going to die and under normal circumstances they would have let me die, but for some reason my dad saw something in me, keeps telling me I'm destined for something... Still hasn't told me what though." I stopped for a second, thinking about it.

"Jason... Your aura?" Desmond pushed.

"Right, right anyway, my dad had some connections at the time, and he was able to procure a very powerful soul, something that would sustain me, something strong enough to keep me alive in the pits, something very, very rare." I paused for effect.

"A dragons soul."

"Dragons do not exist." Ghost stated.

"You're right dragons don't... Only one did, he was known as the great beast of the seals, the legendary beast that would scorch the earth on the day of armageddon, the great destructor that was thought to be immortal, one day he passed on but his soul lingered on long enough to be snatched up and preserved for centuries, and eventually stuffed into me.
I wasn't a faunus at first, but once the great beasts soul fused with my body and mind it changed me... Just a little." I held out my hand, pushing my claws up.

"I've seen a few faunus with claws like that." Terra boasted.

"I don't doubt that, but have you seen this?" I asked.

I pushed out all my claws, my teeth sharpened like razors and my ears stretched up and morphed to a point.

"A few friendly traits of the legend still live within me... Oh and these." I rolled my eyes through their different colours, eventually stopping on my strong amber eyes with vertical slits.

They all sat there stunned... Well Desmond and Terra did, I couldn't really tell with Ghost, still never seen his face.

"Y-You're a... You're a dragon faunus..." Terra spoke up.

"So you guys believe me?" I asked.

They all nodded in reply to me, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Guys I know this is a lot to take in... But you can't tell anybody, not a soul." I expressed.

They all just gave me a blank stare.

"And yes... I am serious." I dead-panned them.

"How can you expect us to keep a bomb-shell that big a secret?" Terra asked.

"I'm not expecting, I'm asking... As my friends?" I requested.

They all gave each other remorseful sighs, but ended up agreeing to my request.

"Hold on, so your weapon?" Desmond enquired.

"Oh you mean Chaoseater?" I held out my hand and summoned my beauty to my side, I ripped her from her crater and shook off the molten droplets.
"Yeah she was forged in the pits, one of the only weapons to be crafted on the anvil of reckoning, one of five to be exact, created by the black hammer himself... Chaoseater has been by my side since I was a young, not even a century old at the time, my father says I was crying, and wouldn't stop until it was brought to my side, my dad used to tell me stories about the end of times, that I would be a part of it someday, that I would be involved somehow along with others." I rambled.

"So you have a legendary weapon, that goes with a set of five?... An was crafted by some great blacksmith... All of this preparing you, for doomsday..." Desmond recapped somewhat condescendingly.

"Correct." I smiled, to which he just sighed again.

I felt my scroll vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out seeing I had received a message, it was from Blake.

'Hey where are you guys?' It read.

'Sorry I was just having a talk with my team about something.' I replied.

'And it was important enough to miss the excursion to the forest of forever fall for Professor Peaches assignment?' She reminded me.

'... Oh...' Is all I replied with.

'Yeah, Oh... Don't worry, I'll ask my team to help me collect extra sap for you and your team, how's that sound?' She sent.

'I'll make it up to you, I promise.' I replied.

'Yeah, I'll make sure of that.' Something about that message gave me a satisfactory chill, not exactly sure why.

I looked up from my scroll, only to be greeted by two sly grins... And Ghost.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Whose this Blake girl?" Terra enquired, raising one eyebrow as she did.

"A girl I met at the library, what about her?" I asked feeling cornered.

"Exactly Jason, What about her? Why haven't we heard about her before?" Desmond pushed with a devilish grin.

"You guys just found out I'm essentially the son of the devil, that I am the only dragon faunus in existence, that I am going to play a part in armageddon... And you guys are more concerned about a girl I met..." I dead-panned.

"Well this is less believable." Terra quipped.

"Hey, that's rude." I huffed.

"You two are making accusations without any facts to back you up, perhaps the Blake person is simply a friend of our leaders." Ghost intervened.

Desmond swiped my scroll from my hand and held it up to Ghost.

"Dude he has a contact picture of her when she messages or calls him, and he made the contact name 'Blakey' for her... AND he was smiling like an idiot when they were messaging just a second ago." He pointed out.

"Shut up." I snatched my scroll back and put it in my pocket.

"Oh, Jason and Blake sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Terra teased.

"I'm out of here." I started to leave.
"Oh and we missed out on going to the forest of forever fall, because you all wanted to know so bad." I left.

From the other side of the door I could hear a moan of displeasure, forging a smile on my face.

Later.

I ended up heading down to Vale for the day, I didn't really see the point to hanging around the school when that excursion was meant to take all day, meaning no other classes for the day.

I found myself around one of my favourite stores 'From Dust Till Dawn' A local dust store I would peruse from time to time.

Unfortunately the store seemed to have gone under some rather... unique renovations.

The store window was broken, it had police tape criss crossed over the jagged shards, police were taking notes of what I assumed was evidence, there was a red sword laying on the ground next to a black top hat, there were also some silver bullet shells, looked to be high calibre sniper rounds.

I shrugged it off and was about to leave to find something else to do when it caught my eye, As I turned to leave I noticed a fire escape on a nearby building, nothing special except for the rose petals sitting under the ladder.

I rushed over to get a better look, thinking this could lead me to the one who started all of this, the one who sole my wallet that first day, but alas my hopes fell and broke once again.

"Damn it, red petals... This might have actually been Ruby." I spoke to myself.
'Doesn't matter though, the one I'm looking for had white petals.' I thought.

I decided to let it go and head to another favourite spot of mine, a local noodle house.

'A Simple Wok.'

I took a seat and waited to be served.

"Hey Densetsu, how have you been my friend?" I asked the elderly gentlemen whom served me.

He gave me a polite nod and a noise I assumed to mean, 'I've been well thank-you.' He put a large bowl of noodles before me, to which I thanked him.

"Hey Densetsu, I was just around at 'From Dust Till Dawn' and it looked like it had been broken into, isn't that your brothers store?" I asked.

He simply nodded in response, though the look on his face showed he was concerned.

"Well don't worry, I'm sure the insurance claim will cover the damages, And who ever did it will probably get theirs some day soon, even if I have to find them myself." I assured.

He gave me a grateful smile, then headed to the back of the store.

It didn't take me long to finish my food, while simultaneously making small talk with Densetsu, I pulled out my card and paid for my meal, then gave him a wave and left for more entertainment.

I wondered about for a little while, eventually coming across my favourite book store.

'Tukson's Book Trade'

I walked in, hearing that delectable chime the bell above the door makes whenever someone enters, There was no-one in sight sadly, not a lot of business for book lovers in these times, I wondered over to one of the book bins near the front of the store and began to dig through it for a little while.

As I was perusing the stores wares I heard some shuffling behind me, I turned to look just in time to see my old friend Tukson emerge from his back room, he was carrying a mountain of books in his arms as he did, so many so that he didn't know I was there, I saw an opportunity and I took it.

I quietly walked up to him as he struggled to balance the mass of books, I reached out and slammed my hands down on his shoulders.

"Give me all your lien." I whispered in his ear quickly.

He threw every single book into the air and instantly turned to attack, he was more of the swing first ask questions later type of guy.

He swiped with his right hand, his jungle cat claws protruding from his finger tips, aimed directly at me.

I raised my leg and stopped his claw with my foot, he was stunned for only a second before finally coming to his senses.

"Jason?" He questioned.

"Hold on one second." I kicked his hand back and proceeded to catch every book that had been thrown into the air, one on top of the other, before placing them on the ground next to us.

"You gotta stop pulling pranks like that Jason, it's not good for my heart." Tukson smiled.

"You make it too easy my friend." I chuckled back.

"Come on to the back, I'll make us some coffee." He offered.

"You know I can never say no to that, you get started and I'll flip the sign." I walked over to the front of the store, flipped the open sign to closed and lowered the lights, just like always.

I headed to the back where Tukson pretty much had a man cave, a sweet television and gaming set-up, the worlds comfiest couch, a pool table, stacks and stacks of books, a mini fridge, a coffee machine, pretty much anything you'd want just to relax.

"Sit down, take a load off." He gestured to the couch as the kettle boiled.

I sat down and felt my muscles fuse with the cushions, It was that comfortable.

"It's been a while Tukson, how have you been?" I asked... Or I think I did, it may have come out as a blissful mumble and slur of words.

"I uh... Actually haven't been great lately... I'm in some trouble." His tone definitely held a serious weight on it.

"What's wrong? Some punk messing with your store or something?" I enquired.

"You remember how I had that offer from the White Fang?" He asked.

"Yeah vaguely, They wan... Tukson you didn't." It dawned on me.

"I believed in the cause at the time okay?... At the time they stood for Faunus rights... I understand that has changed now... Now they're just a bunch of violent extremists, with a bloodlust for humans, they want revenge for all the faunus discrimination over the centuries." He elaborated.

"Tukson I know all too well about the White Fang, What about you though." I pushed.

"I'm leaving the group Jason... I'm going to pack up my store and skip town, maybe head for Atlas or something, who knows." He explained.

"Tukson you know there is no leaving the White Fang... They will hunt you down, just like all the others."

"Better that than support a corrupt organisation, filled with lower forms of murderers." He sighed.

"Look... I want you to call me if anything happens, if you hear something in the streets, if they show up here, anything at all, I will come and help." I assured him.

"That's a nice offer Jason, but if they show up here you know what's gonna happen... I'm gonna attack first, hopefully win, and then skip town." He smiled in his own confidence.

"Well even so, my offer still stands." I stood from the unbelievably comfortable couch.

"Off already are you?" He joked.

"Yeah, sadly I gotta get back to Beacon, I need to see Ozpin about something." We left the back room and I set the store up to look open again.

"It was good catching up again Jason, you gotta stop by more often my friend." He chuckled from behind his counter.

"I will friend, oh before I go, you wouldn't happen to have any copies of 'Third Crusade' would you?" I asked.

"I believe I have one more copy in the back, give me a second." He walked into his back room.

I heard a bit of shuffling from the back before he eventually emerged with book in hand.

"Here you go, on the house." He smiled.

"Oh no, Tukson I couldn't." I replied humbly.

"Please I insist, as a thanks for your offer." He chuckled.

I took the book and ran my hand over the cover.

"Thank you Tukson, you're a good man." I held out my hand.

He took it in his own and we shook... Then it happened.

My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode, images flashed before my eyes, gunfire echoed in my ears, blood poured over my eyes... Tukson's Book Trade fell to darkness, never to hold light again.

I snapped back into reality, still shaking his hand, admittedly awkwardly longer than it should have gone.

"You okay Jason? Looks like you just saw a ghost." He joked.

"F-Fine, fine just a uh... Headache... I should get back." I quickly turned to leave, that wasn't a good sign.

"Okay uh... Come back soon." He called as I left.

I ran down an alley way, made sure no-one was around, at least somewhat, I was in a sort of panic.

I made a small chant over my right hand, a small swirl of flames formed on my skin, I held it to my ear and waited.

"Hello?" A voice answered.

"Dad... it's happening again." I spoke with a shaky voice.

"What's happening again?" He asked

"I'm seeing peoples deaths again."

Well that does it for this chapter ladies and gentlemen, Hopefully the wait wasn't too long for this one, I've been a little distracted as of late.
I bought a car, so there's that hehe.
Anyway, not many updates this time, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, there is of course more to come uh... Please Favourite, Follow and Review, I love seeing reviews, they always bring a smile to my face whenever one pops up, and thank you to those of you who have left reviews, you are my little devils and I love you for that, and as always...

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