Welcome back all to another installment of Detective Grimm! I had a bit of an epiphany during the break between this chapter and the last. This story just isn't… Lucifer enough. I have the impression that this is probably a bastardized version of a crossover between RWBY and Lucifer, and I have plenty of RWBY in this story, but I feel like the humour hasn't been at what it once was. So, as a result of this epiphany, I went and binged all of Lucifer again to refresh my mind on all the jokes, metaphors, scenarios and what not. If you're worried about this little change of pace, don't, it will do very little to change the plans I have for this story already.
So, I hope what I have planned for you all this chapter is good enough to live up to that comedy. So without further adieu, let us get right back to the show!
Beta: CrowSkull
Detective Grimm Chapter 11- Thoughts and Ideas
Glynda sat on the edge of her chair, listening deeply to what a dear friend of hers have been venting out for the past hour. She was surprised by the sudden visit of her dear friend, but admittedly not at all discomforted by his presence. Not much could hold back a person from going where they want when they had the power to snap their fingers and be anywhere in the world in a literal flash. She thought it was another one of their… 'talks'. But imagine her surprise when Diam Grimm fell into her sofa with a groan and started talking about how complicated things are in his life.
"And then she just walked away without another word!" He said as he rolled his head so that he was looking the female professor in the eyes. "Tell me, Glynda, how am I supposed to react to this?"
Oh, she was allowed to speak now? In truth she didn't really know what to say or do at the moment, she was a Huntress, not a doctor or therapist. While she did offer herself for counsel if any of her students needed it. Not that any did. There was a reason why her colleague Bartholomew Oobleck was a Huntsman and a Doctor. He knew about the horrors of the world, experienced them as well. Any student who was forced to take a life, or had any sort of depression or mental issues he was there to consult them. Herself though? She could count on one hand how many times she had even had a student come to her for advice in her whole time as a teacher at Beacon Academy, and it was for combat advice.
"I…" She was going to try however, her friends-with-totally-no-benefits obviously needed someone to talk to. If she was to be that person, then so be it. "How do you usually deal with problems such as this?" She asked.
"Hmm…" This was the most thinking she thought she had ever seen Diam do. He sat there with one hand scratching his chin while the other supported that elbow. "Well, most of the time when I feel like there is a problem that needs a certain kind of fixing, it ceases to exist."
Glynda blinked her eyes with worried confusion. It took approximately four seconds to process what she had just been told, and then it took approximately 2.3 seconds for the panic to set in. "Did you kill Weiss Schnee!?"
Diam rolled his eyes at her. "No, of course not Glynda. She said I wouldn't hurt her, and she was right. That is what I am ill to admit in need of professional help in."
Glynda sighed, relieved from the news. "Good, that would have been the wrong way to deal with… this problem of yours." She could hardly even consider it a problem herself. She actually thought that it was good that he was branching out to other people, becoming more social. Not that he wasn't already, casual relationships and shags with a dozen people every week - No, day. Could hardly be considered a normal and healthy relationship. Especially when you realized that most of Diam Grimm's 'friends' were his servants who refer to him as 'My lord', and his partner in detective work being Winter Schnee, hardly a sociable person herself. It hadn't bothered her that he was technically the leader of a gang now, Ozpin even said that he was more valuable as an ally than an enemy and that they were no to antagonize him in any way. But perhaps being surrounded by people who serve your every need and do whatever you want can make normal relationships and the feelings that come with it seem strange and foreign. Glynda wouldn't put it in doubt that she might as well be one of his closest friends, minus all the sex games they play, he does seem to talk to her casually a lot.
"And how should I deal with this problem of mine? The heiress has already left for Beacon and will be arriving in the school shortly, I am hardly going to get a chance as it is." Diam sat up, scratching his chin in thought. "Let's see, I've trained her, protected her, took her out on a trip to visit Roman Torchwick,"
"E-Excuse me, what?" Glynda balked with wide green eyes.
Diam either did not hear her, or simply ignored her words. "And then I allowed her to talk me down from murdering one of your future students. Very rarely do I ever allow anyone other than my angel or demons to speak their mind about anything, yet I let a simple mortal worm her way underneath my skin."
"Pardon me," Glynda interrupted politely. Not quite over the fact that Diam apparently brought the heiress of the esteemed Schnee Dust Company, but she wasn't going to get an explanation on that anytime soon. Ozpin must know something about it, she would ask him later. "But what do you mean by `angels' and `demons`?" She didn't ask about the Beacon student Yang Xiao Long, since she already knew the story. This happened just the other night and Yang has been given the proper lecture and repercussions of a detention before the school term even started. Strangely enough, she was all too pleased with not being forced to return to his club and apologize to him herself. She was lucky that Diam was also a Huntsman and decided not to press charges.
"Ah, I don't think I've told you about them yet." Diam chuckled. "My brother and I appointed an angel to guide us long ago, Celeste is her name. You might meet her one day, but for your sake I'd hope it wouldn't be for something bad. As for my demons… well, lets just say that they help me with certain decisions that must be made."
Metaphors, she didn't think that Diam would be so good at them. By demons he must mean his underlings that he works with at The Darkness, and by angel appointed by himself and his brother he must mean some relative or a dear friend of theirs. She wouldn't pry however, she already figured them out through and thoroughly.
"Ah, I see. Well, before we stray too far off topic, would it be so hard to believe that you may have grown to see Miss Schnee, the younger one I mean, to be more than just a student?" She broached the topic carefully, watching for any sign of discord within her friends facial expression or body language. Thankfully, there was none to find.
"Yes, actually." His answer surprised her, and before she could ask why he already began to explain. "I am not exactly a being that is meant to make friends or meaningful relationships with anyone besides other divine beings. Also, I don't really have any affections for anyone else," He snickered, and tilted his head to look at her with an almost flirtatious expression on his face. "Well, when it comes to physical intimacy I believe I have quite a lot of friends on that front."
"Please do not make advances on the heiress." Glynda said automatically, a headache beginning to form within her skull. She was not paid enough for this, and especially not enough to be reduced to a blushy little schoolgirl every time he looked at her with that look.
Thankfully, Diam looked aghast at the very idea of it. "God's no, even I have limits to what I am willing to try out in bed. I like my women to at least have a C-cup and the age to appropriate it. There is a special place in the Underworld for those who go any younger."
Glynda sighed, relieved. Then felt ashamed for daring to think that her dear friend would even be capable of such an atrocious act. Even though he gave strangely specific descriptions of what he was looking for in a woman. Idly she thought of herself, her breast size was… beyond that of a C-cup, and her mind whirled with thoughts unbecoming of a woman of her calibre. Especially one who teaches at Beacon Academy.
"Good, I apologize for implicating that you might have been involved in such vile crimes." She shook her head and reprimanded herself for once again going off topic. Truly, she was not fit for the role that Diam thought her worthy of. "But what of Winter Schnee, your partner? Or myself even. Surely, we must mean more than just a simple associate."
When Diam hummed and went back to thinking. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous for what his answer may be. She had no feelings for the man, at least none romantic. But she was sleeping with him on a regular occasion, and he was also her friend. She valued his opinion over most others.
"The Specialist and I would have a strange friendship if you would deem it as such. As for you, I suppose you and I are friends. As much as I am ill to admit." Glynda felt more happy with his answer than she was willing to externally display.
"Why are you ill to admit it?" Glynda forced herself to ask, getting more into this topic than she thought she would be. "I can say with total honesty that being friends with you has been a pleasant experience."
"Oh, I'm sure it has." Diam sniggered. "Remember the car battery night? My, I still remember when you said `Gentlemen, please start your engines` and then proceeded to shock the tip of my-"
"That is something that we are not approaching as a topic of conversation." Glynda said with a red face.
"But why not? You were very sexy at the time. In a very Badwitch kind of way." Diam winked at her along with his pun.
"Because you came to me so we could talk about you." Glynda pointed out, gesturing toward him with both hands. "Not about our… extracurricular activities."
Diam sighed and rolled his eyes, but didn't seem to be willing to embarrass her any further. Thankfully. "Very well, so what do you think I should do about my heiress problem that are borderline — I dare say — emotional." He gagged as the word came out of his mouth.
"Well…" Glynda hesitated. The answer was so easy, and Diam could easily figure it out himself. But he had the kind of look on his face that said that he wanted her to give him said answer. She would need to consult her associate Doctor for advice on this matter, she was not qualified for this. "You could just go and talk-"
Diam's scroll blared before she could finish her sentence, she jumped at the sound of the ringtone that was of himself and Weiss Schnee singing that song they sang when she came to give him all the information she could find about whoever this Cinder Fall was.
"Ah, hold that thought." Diam said as she gestured her to wait a moment as he fished in his pocket for his scroll. "Hello?" He answered the call before Glynda realized that she missed her window to tell him just to go speak with Weiss Schnee before she left for Beacon and the time they could have together would be cut shorter.
"Hm, okay. Specialist you needn't be so aggressive. Come down there? But why, is it truly that urgent or do you just want to see me? I know I'm a detective and a Huntsman and also your partner for our secret mission to uproot the White Fang and unveil their plans. I can't say that out loud? Why not, only Glynda is with me."
Winter's voice on the scroll suddenly got louder, and Glynda winced as she heard the words she spoke at that time. "Stop being a manwhore and get over here!" Then the scroll hang up, quite violently in fact. Diam rolled his eyes and sighed as he put the scroll away back into his pocket, then fixed his purple tie as he hummed to himself.
"I apologize Glynda but it seems that I must take an early leave." Diam said.
"Whatever for?" Glynda asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Their talk wasn't quite done yet, but they could always pick it back up another time.
"Hostage situation, apparently." Diam shrugged as if it was nothing that important, and Glynda couldn't find it within herself to actually be surprised about it. "I'll be doe with it lickity split, and then I'll be back and do some more licking if you catch my drift."
"W-what!?"
"But not before I have a nice chat with my brother," Diam didn't miss a beat. "I'll tell you all about my day later tonight. Toodles~" With a snap of his fingers, Diam teleported out of the room in an orb of purple and black energy. Glynda blinked thrice out of confusion but couldn't do anything about it once she noticed that Diam was already gone. Saved by his partner from a conversation that might have made him uncomfortable.
Oh well, like she thought before he would be back and they would pick up their conversation right where they left off today. She bit her lip as she thought of what they probably would do after. She has been much less stressed recently because of his… services.
Perhaps she could repay him by bringing back the car battery, she still had it stored away in somewhere secret.
Winter found herself not very surprised when her assigned partner suddenly appeared in a flash of purple in the middle of a road. One of the police vehicles that was in use swerved to the side and nearly crashed as to not run him over. The horned man simply waved at him and called out his thanks before scanning the crowd for his partner. When their eyes met, he smiled and made his way toward her. Ignoring the gunfire that echoed out through the city as the police officers and White Fang terrorists opened fire on each other once again.
"Hello again Specialist," He called out to her as he leaned against the car with his hip, smile never wavering. "You called for my assistance?"
"Get down!" Winter hissed as she grabbed him by his collar and yanked him down so that he was behind cover right as another bullet sailed over head.
"Oh my, I knew you were the aggressive type." Diam quipped, and Winter pushed herself away from him so that they were a healthy professional distance of three feet between the two.
"I've been trying to get in touch with you all day! We have been locked in combat with the White Fang here for quite some time I'll have you know."
"Aren't you a Huntress?" Diam asked rhetorically. "Why don't you just run in there and kill them all?"
"Don't be foolish Diam, as I told you over the scroll they have hostages. I can't simply charge at them and risk their lives. They'd kill them once they realized what kind of person exactly was coming after them."
"So?" Diam shrugged. "We'd lose a few civilians, but we'd capture many of them. Don't tell me you've forgotten of my very effective interrogation tactics."
Winter growled at him, and then barked orders to some of the officers to hold their fire and take cover. They did as she said and passed the message down to the ones who could not hear her. Thankfully, her purple dyed hair made it seem that she wasn't a Schnee. Slowly but surely, the terrorists started quieting down as well. Once half of the gunfire ceased, she looked back to Diam.
"I can't believe I need to tell you that we are trying not to get anyone killed. We already have three officers down, and we've shot down some of them in retaliation. We have suspicions of an armed bomb ready to explode on a dead man's charge," She took a deep breath to calm herself after seeing the increasingly amused expression on Diam's face. He never took anything seriously, at least not anything he didn't truly care for. "We've attempted to negotiate with them, but alas almost everyone here is human and none of the faunus officers are qualified for negotiation. Which is where you come in…"
Diam's laughter was nothing short of boisterous, and the ensuing silence that came before beckoned many sets of eyes to look at him strangely. He, the God of Darkness, was being asked to negotiate with terrorists he could just destroy instantly. Then again, questions would be raised if he just snapped his fingers and suddenly they all were disintegrated into non-existence. "Let me get this straight first," He said between laughter as he ran a hand through his dark purple hair and around his black horns. "You want me to negotiate with the White Fang, the Detective and Huntsman," Both titles he never asked for nor wanted, but he figured that he would be expected to refer to himself as his records described of him. "Who has also been on many occasions approached by the White Fang for recruitment."
"Naturally, you were not the first choice." Winter pointed out. "I don't think you ever will…"
"Ah, I can't even bring myself to be offended by your words Specialist, I already know of this sexual tension we have between ourselves." He put a hand on his chest, flattering himself. "Just say the word and I'll give you a night to forget all the stress you have built up inside."
"No, and that will never happen." Winter snapped with gritted teeth. Only calming down when she remembered that they technically needed Diam at the moment not only because of his skills, but because of his race. It was not the first time he proposed such an act to her, and it most assuredly won't be the last. She looked away from him and peeked her head over the police vehicle, sighing both out of relief and curse when there was one of the terrorists standing in the open doorway, one of the hostages, a brown haired human woman, in his grasp in front of him with a pistol pointed to the side of her head. She leaned back down and exhaled deeply, looking back into Diam's awaiting purple eyes. "It seems like they are willing to speak now, they will only speak to one of their own kind." When Diam nodded his head, he was stopped from standing up straight when Winter grabbed his sleeve. She looked him in the eyes with an almost pleading expression on her face. "Please Diam, take this seriously. There are innocent lives at stake here, one wrong phrase and an innocent family will be murdered."
If Diam wasn't showing his seriousness before, he was showing it now. His smile faltered into a flat line, and his eyes seemed darker. With a nod of his head, Winter knew that the mention of innocent lives at stake would bother him in a good way. As much as she despised his antics, she respected his ability to turn a bad situation into a good one. She could trust him that much.
When Diam stood up, he made sure to show that he was unarmed by holding his coat open to the side. It wouldn't mean that he wasn't any more dangerous, but it seemed to calm the animal terrorists who relaxed their tense shoulders a fraction more. They relaxed even more at the sight of his black twisted horns, a type of faunus they have most likely never seen before. Little did they know that he was one of a kind. With a returning grin, Diam walked out from behind his cover and stepped forward into the hole ridden street and sidewalk of the temporary no man's land between the dust store and the parked police cars. He ignored the bodies of both White Fang members and police officers as he stepped almost all to the dust store. Only stopping when just in front of the first step in front of the store, only about eight feet away from the gunman holding the innocent woman hostage.
"You're Diam Grimm, the new owner of that club. Right?" The gunman asked in a gruff, yet young voice. The God immediately categorized him as the martyr type, since a comrade not far behind him had a charge in his hand which was tightened around a handle of some kind.
Putting on an even more charming smile, Diam bowed politely and made sure both of his hands were visible while doing so. "In the flesh, I am here to negotiate your terms of surrender." He said, getting straight to the point.
The gunman snickered. "Our surrender? Brother, forgive me when I say that you are not in a position to be making such demands of us." Diam grimaced as he was called brother by a mortal, especially one such as this. It took much willpower to not kill him right there and then.
"Child, you must know that none of you will be getting out of here alive," Diam said, smile never leaving his face. "I am here to make sure everyone on both sides of this front is able to still breathe come tomorrow. Do a favor for me and lay down your arms. As a result, you shall be given a lighter sentence, and will be escorted peacefully to the nearest police station to await a trial."
"A trial that will lead to life imprisonment you mean?" The young fool accused, growling and pressing the barrel of his gun further into the woman's temple. She whimpered painfully for help, but was silenced as he put his hand over her mouth. "I'd rather be dead than spend the rest of my life there, and I'd rather die here and now. Taking some of those vile humans with me."
"Ah, you and your friends here must believe that you will become martyrs if you fall here, yes?" Diam asked, an amused snicker escaping from his lips. "I can see it now, your friend dropping that charge of his, setting off an explosion in the process. Reducing all of you to a puddle of meat and bone covered in a blood sauce. Yes, that must be what you have always dreamed of."
The young gunman hesitated and started to shake. He did his best to get it under control. But it was much too late for it not to go unnoticed. Diam's smile only grew wider as he found a topic to latch on to and use for his own gain.
"Believe me when I say that the White Fang will not even remember your name. Wasn't there an attack on a train recently? Many White Fang members lost their lives, but that isn't what is important to you, is it?" He enjoyed the way the young man was getting more and more anxious, as did some of the other terrorists around them. "No, you're supreme leader only cares about the results. Not of the dead. So you could either die for nothing here, or do something good for the world."
Suddenly, several guns were trained on him. He could imagine the panic the Specialist had as several officers prepared themselves for another round of shooting. Diam held a hand up however, not even looking at them as he gestured for them to hold their fire. "Go on then, fire your weapons if you believe that I am wrong and you will all become martyrs to make your other comrades fight a little harder. If that is what you all truly desire after all." His grin stayed the same but his eyes shone purple. Faint enough that no one behind could see it's purple shine, yet bright enough for the ones in front of him to get a full look of his eyes, every single one of them looked into them. Slowly, one by one they started getting more and more relaxed.
"Tell me what you want, what you really want. What desires do you hope to gain from life, all of you." Diam repeated, spreading his arms wide as to increase the area of effect of some power of his.
"I…" One of the terrorists to his right started, a young girl by the sound of it. "I want to avenge my older brother… he joined up and was killed by Atlas droids. I want to honor his memory."
"So you thought you would honor is memory by killing innocent people? Is that what your brother would have wanted for you?" Diam challenged, and his smile grew even wider when the young girl shuddered and dropped her weapon. Surrendering herself as she re-evaluated her entire life. Some of the older members cursed and shook their heads, complicated ones they were, ones that spent most of their life in the Fang. It took a little more effort to get them to calm down, but calm down they did.
One by one, the younger recruits of the White Fang present here started lowering their weapons. Muttering their own reasons for joining up, most of them never wanting to take a life in the first place and admitted to intentionally missing their shots. Two dozen turned to one dozen, and then half of that. Some of the older men spat and beat those they thought cowards. But did nothing too violent to them. Diam made sure of that with his manipulation.
"Tch, damn cowards." One of those men said as they stomped up behind the surrendering young man in front of Diam, and whipped him on the back of his head with his gun. He fell like a sack of bricks, and before the human woman could get away he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. His gun pointed directly into her spine. "I don't know how you managed that, but it won't work on me."
"Are you sure about that?" Diam asked, not worried at all for the woman. "I find myself quite adept at convincing men of many things… Perhaps you would be interested in them."
That line had the desired effect of disgusting the man and getting him to aim that gun at him instead. "What kind of negotiator are you? You brought up terms of surrender once and now you're proposing yourself off at a time like this!"
"The kind that doesn't give a shit, I'm afraid." Diam replied, his purple eyes shining again. "Surrender yourself now and you will not be harmed. You have lost three quarters of your men, and you are outnumbered three to one. That's not even including the Huntress preparing to stop this herself as we speak.
The terrorist eyes flashed angrily behind his mask, he turned around and shouted to the one holding the bomb igniter. "Let go of the pin! We die together and bring the humans with us!"
The woman screamed, as did her family and the other customers that were tied up somewhere near the back of the store. Though Diam wasn't worried even as the man holding the pin dropped it to the ground. Seconds past, all of the officers behind him took cover including his partner. The terrorist looked to Diam with an angry expression, and realized that must have happened.
He aimed his gun at him again and pulled the trigger, however no bullets came out. In fact, the gun never fired off the round at all. He didn't have that hand anymore and before he could scream in pain he was kicked in the back after his grip let go of the human woman.
Diam flicked the sprayed blood off of his suit and sighed to himself. Ignoring the screams of the man as the officers ran up to arrest him. Everyone else surrendered after that. "That took a while, Celeste. You certainly took your time."
"Urgh," Celeste threw the defused bomb away to the side. "You try to teach yourself how to defuse a bomb that could go off at any second with hardly any notice beforehand."
"You performed your duties wonderfully." Diam commented as he stepped into the dust store. "Though, I would imagine you are going to have a hard time explaining yourself to the other mortals. You're hardly inconspicuous with those wings of yours."
"It would be easier to explain if you and your brother gave me a way to hide them. But instead I am forced to walk with my wings forever on display. Couldn't have either of you created a way for me to hide them?" His angel asked.
"Psh, and how would I do that? Have you simply stuff them in your back or something? Don't be foolish, just say that you are another rare faunus type and they'll look to you with awe and not question anything." He snickered. "That or you can just disappear, make them wonder if you were ever real in the first place. I wonder what legends will be created?"
"Must I really mingle with these humans though?" Celeste asked, her golden eyes already looking around uncomfortably to the humans around them.
"Now, now Celeste. You told me to mingle with them and now I have issues. This is only fair."
Before the angel could respond to that, Winter darted up to Diam's side and asked if he was okay. To which he laughed and made sure she knew that he did not have any holes in him. At least not holes that did not matter. She rolled her eyes at him and wondered why she was concerned in the first place. "How did you manage to get most of them to surrender like that?" She asked.
"Ah, you know. A little bit of this, and a little bit of that. They were just eager to surrender already. It was actually pretty easy."
"He used his powers on them." Celeste interjected.
Diam's shoulders sagged. "Really Celeste?"
"Thank you, Celeste. If I may call you that." Winter said as she turned to the angel, she had dark skin, black hair, and golden eyes. But what really set her off was the silver gold wings with a span of three to four meters. They folded up as tightly as they could as she turned to look at her, eyeing her up and down with a curious look on her face. "For defusing the bomb and otherwise saving my partners life."
"Bah, there is no need for grateful words, I simply did what was expected of me." Celeste replied as she brushed some hair over her shoulder.
"Are you a Huntress as well?" Winter asked. "If so, your skills would be of much use to the city of Vale-"
"Not interested, I am no Huntress and I have no desire to be." Celeste cut her off sharply. "My duties are to Diam and his brother, I follow their command and only theirs. For they are the ones who brought me into existence." She spoke that fact with pride, even as Winter ran a hand down her face and muttered something about being too young for this kind of stuff.
Diam found it utterly hilarious, of course.
"I… see." Winter said, looking to Diam from the corner of her eye. "Very well, if that is what you wish I can hardly force you to work with us. Diam, can I speak with you for a moment?" She phrased her final words as a question, but intended for them to be more of a demand in nature. Diam looked to Celeste and shrugged.
"Try not to kill any of the humans my little angel, they're very fragile and emotional creatures. Good luck!"
Celeste answered him by stepping out of the store, spread her wings, and flew up into the sky. The bystanders and officers balked as they watched her fly away with great speed. There was no doubt in his mind that she was going to be the prime topic of conversation for many weeks to come. And his brother may be irritated by the fact that Celeste was seen out in the open in such a way, but with both the God brothers back before the relics were gathered, he felt like those rules weren't of much value anymore given that they were already back on Remnant before the relics were even close to being gathered. Besides, if anyone asked he would just say that she was a valued ally of his, perhaps even his faunus ninja bartender. Yes, that seemed like an amusing prospect, he could already see the offended expression Celeste would no doubt have on her face when he told her of that idea.
"Yes, Specialist?" Diam said as he stood up a little straighter, expecting praise for what he had just done. He even had time to go bother his brother a bit about his apparent run in with Ozma Celeste told him about, and then pay a visit to Miss Badwitch perhaps. But before any of that he would have to deal with the Specialist for now, accept whatever praise she had for him, and-
"Are you paying attention?" Her voice suddenly snapped him out of his daydream. With a quick shake of his head Diam was quick to reply. Too quick.
"Of course Specialist!"
Winter nodded her head in the most condescending and sarcastic way possible, then leaned on one hip. "Mhm, so what did I say? Surely you must remember with your fantastic memory."
"Oh, so you do have a sense of humour."
Her glare hardened.
Diam sighed. "Fine, I am listening now."
"Good now that I have your attention- WHAT WAS THAT!?" Winter shouted suddenly, making even Diam flinch and most of the officers and even some of the captured White Fang members to wince at her tone of voice. As he recovered, Diam did not expect his partner to actually look angry with him, as if she had lost her patience. "I told you to negotiate with them, get them to surrender by normal means. But no, instead you use whatever kind of semblance you have and nearly got this entire building blown up. Us along with the hostages would have all died if even a single thing went wrong with your idiotic actions."
"Idiotic?" Nothing went wrong and nothing was going to go wrong. The God of Darkness knew what he was doing, he called Celeste telepathically and told her of the hostage situation. He used his manipulation of desire to convince most of the terrorists to surrender, and if anything did go wrong and they attacked him or attempted to hurt any of the innocents he would have stepped in himself. He was capable of moving many times the speed of light, for darkness would always be the equal or superior of light. Nothing would have gone wrong, yet how would the Specialist know that? She did not know that her partner was a literal God, despite his many attempts to convince her that he was one. So he supposed he could understand her frustrations with him, and was that… fear he could sense within the Specialist? My oh my, she seemed to be worried, not that she would admit it.
And now he was getting that unusual feeling within his body again. He would have to speak to Glynda about that some time.
"My apologies Specialist, I didn't mean to worry you so." Diam said in a surprisingly calm voice that Winter was not ready for. She thought he was going to get angry himself, or just do the same thing he does usually and just not take it seriously and crack a few jokes at her expense. Not bow respectfully toward her and speak in a somber voice. "But believe me when I say I had the situation completely under control. I had my associate working with us in secret, and if they attacked me you know I would have been okay. I reckon I've never been hit by a bullet before." He smirked cockily.
Winter was happy to wipe that smile off his face. "You did when that Beacon student attacked your club. Many times in fact."
Diam's face was wiped off his face as he remembered the night earlier that week. But his smirk returned as he gave her a sideways glance with a certain glint in his eye. "There's that sense of humour, I always knew you had one. Just as the little heiress does."
"That reminds me," Winter said, standing straighter as she too thought of her younger sister. "Weiss departed from your club to Beacon today, yet I did not see you say your goodbyes to her. She was quite sad that you did not appear to offer your well wishes."
Oh no, the feeling was back again. Where was Celeste when you needed her? "I… don't see how that coincides with myself Specialist." Diam said a little too hesitantly.
"You've been avoiding her."
"Perhaps."
"Do you intend to keep it up forever?"
"Perhaps."
"She will miss you, you do know that."
"... Perhaps."
"It is not too late Diam," Winter said with a sigh, but clapped a hand on his shoulder before he could leave. "Believe me, I never thought you would make any meaningful relationships. I was very hesitant about your interactions with Weiss when you started training her. Especially more so when she started speaking of you so fondly. But whether we like it or nor, she has become captivated with you. I dare say she sees you as a father figure."
"I wouldn't go that far Specialist." Diam chuckled. "I've only known her for a few weeks." He didn't even question the fact that the heiress already had a father, but it was well know how Jacques Schnee was not exactly Dad of the year any year.
"And yet we both know the truth, do we?" Winter asked, the corner of her lips creeping up slowly as she saw the indecision within his eyes. "Go see her, I know you can. Whatever else you had planned can't be more important than her." The God of light interacting was definitely more important than a single mortals feelings. But then again Diam literally had all of eternity to confront his brother about it.
Agh, damn the entire Schnee family.
"Fine," Diam said with a sigh. Also damn that blood oath that prevents him to lie. "I'll go see the little wench, does that make you happy?"
"Worried, actually." Winter corrected. "But I know it will make her happy."
"Tch, you really are a cunt you know that?"
Winter shrugged her shoulders. She has been called worse by her father.
Diam stepped back and snapped her fingers, teleporting away.
Ozpin found himself at the most awkward he has ever been for centuries. He sat in his office with a steaming mug of coffee in on hand, the other resting nervously on the op of his desk. Across of him was the — pardon his informal language — fucking God of Light. The very being that cursed him with infinite reincarnation and a very damn near impossible goal to achieve. The man- No, the God sat there across from him, enjoying his own cup of coffee. He dared to hope that what happened the other night when he tried to go help his student was all just a terrible dream, but waking up to a head of purest blonde hair with the horns of a very specific kind of stag pointed upward in the center of them shocked him to unconsciousness.
He didn't know what to say, what could he say? By his terms the God of Light was not as bad as his brother, though that wasn't saying much since he consented in the near complete annihilation of all of humanity during their first time around. The one who also cursed his former lover with immortality and himself with infinite life. Leading them into a millenia long war with each other that ended up meaning next to nothing in the grand scheme of things.
He has lost countless amounts of friends, allies, and lovers during his very long lifespan. He has been betrayed more times that he cared to remember. He has been slain by the woman he has once loved dozens of times, and was forced to watch her corrupt herself with the power of the God of Darkness, and here that person was. The God of Light, the one who started this all. Sitting across from him sipping out of a mug of coffee while in the form of a Huntsman. He certainly had more than enough power to be one, especially since he was the one who blessed the world with people with silver colored eyes. But even then could a man such as he be trusted with anything after what he'd done!?
"You are afraid you speak you mind." Liam Grimm said. "I suppose I should expect that, my brother and I did do a lot with this world. Though I must say I did not expect humanity to come this far, all these gadgets and machinery. Buildings towering even over the highest castle that once existed millenia ago…" The God of Light sighed nostalgically. While Ozpin felt angry. How dare he speak of the past like he did anything good back then? "I gave you four relics to bring together Ozma, and yet I sense that they are each scattered around the world in separate pockets of dimensions. I also sense some young women with powers long outdated, I wonder, was that your doing?"
Ozpin didn't even think to attempt to lie to a God. "Yes, I refer to them as the seasonal maidens."
"Hm, I suppose I should have expected that. There was a reason I allowed my brother to take magic away from all of humanity Ozma, I thought you would have understood that after everything that happened." Ozpin gritted his teeth in silence.
"You are quite tame." The God of Light remarked. "I should have expected such, everything would have been much easier for humanity if Salem was also as tamed as you are."
"Recent situations has more than called for it." Ozpin pointed out.
Liam humphed out of amusement. "Understandable."
"Why… are you here?" Ozpin finally willed himself to bring out the question that has been wracking his mind for so long now.
"Believe me Ozma, I am not here by choice. I am sure you can imagine which one of us between Diam and I returned to this planet first."
"The God of Darkness," Ozpin answered easily.
"Correct." Liam stood up, his golden hair shone and his silver eyes were bright as they bore into his simple light brown. "I know you have no reason to trust me Ozma, but as you know a God cannot lie. I want my brother back where we came from, I don't want to be here any more than you are comfortable with our presence here in this kingdom… Vale, is it?" When Ozpin nodded, he continued. "So you are going to help me."
Ozpin wanted to refuse, to say no and rebel against the Gods. But that would not lead to anything good. He might as well get manipulated into working with them again anyway. As far as he knew, the God brothers were Omnipotent in their own right. There was nothing more powerful than them. Nothing. Besides, if the God was telling the truth, he could be rid of both of them and pretend that they never existed.
With a sigh, Ozpin nodded his head in acceptance.
Liam smiled. "Good," He sat back down, it seemed like no drastic measures needed to be taken after all. "I will return to you another time to make arrangements. My brother is nearby and he will no doubt sense my presence here if I stay any longer, but be rest assured. I will be back soon."
Then his snapped his fingers, much like his brother enjoyed doing, and in a flash of gold and white he disappeared.
Ozpin sat back in his seat, mentally and emotional exhausted.
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