Part 2. Here we go. Also I have a poll up just in case you forgot.

Chapter 9 Requiem, D of D

Everyone was running in fear while Huntsmen and Huntresses fight the rogue Atlas army and the instigators of the whole incident. All while they were fighting and fleeing, none noticed the moon and its new state. However they did notice the blinding light that engulfed the entire side of the city and the area beyond it. All fighting stopped and they gazed at the light as it dimmed revealing two figures. One was a man that seemed to have no form from this distance but one thing was certain. He had wings. And not one pair or two, but 7 pairs. But the other entity behind him was far more oppressing.

It was a dragon but not just any dragon, it was Requiem, Dominator of Dominion. He was huge, eclipsing the entire mountainside. His head was down with eyes closed. He was white and layered in varying shades of white scales, with blue wings that had lightweight white armor. He opened his eyes. 4 red eyes, two on each side. He looked up to the sky and saw the moon. There was no change on his face but everyone followed his line of sight and saw the moon.

It was whole.

Everyone at this point was dumbstruck to the level where their weapons slipped out of their hands and they didn't register it. Requiem looked down again. He saw the ship that was stationary in the air. It angered him. The only one meant to dominate the skies was the Golden King. His eyes turned to a black that was greater than the void. In the next moment, a black hole spawned on the deck of the ship, engulfing it before promptly collapsing and never existing. The Golden King spoke.

"You humans, who have wrought in filth and sin and have slain the close allies of my son, the Prince of the Grand Dominion and heir to the Shining Throne shall pay with your lives, by divine fire from the wrath of God."

Requiem reared his head back and readied white fire. It built in his mouth and he readied the strike to disintegrate the city. He spewed the fire forth unto the city and buried it. There were no screams, no cries of the damned, for their death, although swift, was so agonizing in the fire that they couldn't do anything but feel it. The stream of fire kept for a long 20 seconds before stopping.

Nothing.

That is all there was of the city, nothing. Requiem vanished from view when he saw that the city was gone. The Golden King descended unto the cleansed earth and walked upon it. He looked around until he noticed something in the distance. There were people. He narrowed his eyes behind his mask. These people were either the enemies he spoke of to Jaune, other gods, or humans with strength to slay him. He walked up to them and stared at them. There were a group of people that he vaguely recognized as Jaune's friends and their friends along with Glynda and Ironwood. There was a man with messy black hair, a somewhat business looking attire, and a long sword with gears. He stared at them as they did to him. There was a tense silence before an unconscious Ruby woke up.

"Uhh… my head…" she spoke softly

Everyone's eyes moved to her and they looked to her with concern and relief at the same time. Celkior merely stood there and observed. She sat up slowly and looked around until her eyes lay upon him. They both widened their eyes although only one of them could see the other's face.

A silver eyed warrior.

Jaune.

These two thought to the respective receivers of these words. Her eyes were wide in wonder at Jaune and she failed to notice the city that lay as nothing but a cover of ash. Jaune was thinking very differently though.

A silver eyed warrior. The warriors of the White King, his close friend and rival. These warriors were born and bred to fight entire armies and slay even Kings. He quickly narrowed his eyes and scanned her over. These people that stood before him should have died but they were still alive. This could only mean that she saved them with her power. She has to be at least two thirds of his might to be able to halt Requiem's fire and he knew in a serious fight, he would come out very wounded if not dead. He held his arm out and opened the palm to the right. A few seconds passed before the great sword flew into his possession once more.

"You, silver eyed warrior, what is your name?" he asked as he pointed his sword to Ruby

Everyone immediately got defensive, readying their weapons/guns and spells to halt them, though he knew that they would do little.

"Jaune, don't you recognize me, it's me Ruby." She said very confused still forgetting the ravaged city.

"Jaune is not here right now, he is slumbering. In the meantime, Ruby, you and I will fight here. I do not trust those who rank with Kings and sided with my enemy no less." The lines along the great sword started shimmering in an eerie light as an oppressing aura befell everyone.

Ruby wanted to ask more questions but this man who was not Jaune was intent to fight her. She felt extremely fatigued and she would not last. At this point she devised three options: fight him, flee with her friends, or… she sighed. She would take the third option.

She got up, weapon in hand and walked over to him. He readied his stance as she walked closer. She stopped when she was just within his personal space. She suddenly dropped her weapon and hugged him tightly. Celkior was surprised to the point of not being able to move.

"Please, Jaune, don't do this. I know you're in there. Just come back to us."

A feeling overcame Celkior. It was Jaune resurfacing. He was losing control rapidly but he was okay with it. He let Jaune back into his body.

'Jaune, as of this point you have gained a will that surpasses gods. Because of this, you do not need me so I will leave you with a parting gift.' He said in the mindscape as Celkior faded once again.

To everyone else, the armor that he had on shattered leaving Jaune in his regular attire, his eyes were closed and his hair was back to blonde once again. He fell into Ruby's arms unconscious only to awaken quickly. He looked up and saw Ruby. Her black and red hair swaying slightly in the wind, her silver eyes that had a deep concern and caring feel wiggling their way into his soul, comforting him, her soft touch. She looked amazing. He smiled without knowing it and he closed his eyes, feeling a powerful fatigue watch over.

'Celkior, I think I figured it out now, what I was to fight for. It wasn't for the city or the people, or even myself or friends. It was to protect the lives that they lived. To make sure they didn't have to see what you saw. Goodbye Celkior.' He spoke in his mindscape

Elsewhere

A woman stood atop a large rock overlooking a barren wasteland, the sky dark purple, the land ravaged in fire and death. She looked to be part Grimm and part human. She spoke to herself

"This is the beginning of the end Ozpin. And I can't wait to watch you burn."

It's been 84 years… jesus Christ I can't believe I pulled my lazy ass out of the gutter and actually finished this. Looking back this story was, in my opinion, one that shouldn't have been told because honestly, I sucked at telling it and just about anyone could have wrote this better. Anyways aside from the self hate, this is the last chapter and I will be ending it here. If by some will of a god, I get the motivation to go back and write more of this after more chapters are released, then so be it but for now it is this. Also I have a poll set up and you should go vote, many great ideas, but only one will precede the others, but don't worry. Eventually they will all come to pass with one of them with the intent to be over 30 chapters set between a well known game and anime. The only hints, mythologies are real and 6 heroes and their close partners will guide this man to slay a god. Vote now.