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Chapter 24: Unkindness Conspiracy
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Raven Branwen paced around the lower floor of her stronghold. Her Faunus doctor was muttering incoherently again. She gave a sideways glance to Doctor Stannis. She was expecting Arden to return soon; he was bringing yet another one of her wayward children to her, one she was painfully aware of. A child she had during a mission to Atlas in secret before she left Team STRQ. A child who had harmed another of her children. She really didn't know what she was going to do whenever he got there, she just knew she probably shouldn't kill him as soon as he walked through the door.
"Can't you see I'm busy? Busy as a bee. Busy buzzy bee bodies. Bumblebees on bicycles? Bulls being blasted by bumblebees on bicycles!? Belligerently bisexual bumblebees on bicycles blasting bigoted bulls bringing bravado! The cold Mistral nights remind me of snow, which knows nothing of what it is to become when the weather changes. ", Doctor Stannis rambled. Raven gave him another sideways glance and facepalmed hard.
"Ah, the fairest of all Maidens! My queen, I have returned with your lost lamb.", Arden said as he pulled a rather unruly Faunus into the building.
Raven hesitated for a moment. Before her stood Adam Taurus, another bastard child. He had injured Yang earlier, severing her arm. He had also lead a world-feared terrorist organization. She felt a familiar rage building and struggled to keep it from spewing forth. Her eyes began to glow.
"And I have brought, you, Adam. To see your long lost mother! Happy days for the wayward Prince.", Arden said in an overly happy tone to the Faunus.
Adam had no words for this moment. His mother was human? That didn't seem right, yet the more he stared at her, he began to see the resemblance. The both wore the same colors and fought with similar blades. They both lead their own teams of rebellion. They had the same look in their eyes. Raven's eyes were literally on fire at the moment and he didn't know why. He very quickly found out as he was suddenly being crushed to death on the floor in agonizing pain.
"You!", Raven exclaimed, the Maiden powers now fully empowering her. In pure rage, she slammed Adam to the ground and began to conjure the fire that would cleanse his body of its soul.
"Now, now... Perhaps we should let the boy live. Both of us have done our fair share equal wrongdoing. Perhaps the boy would like to know how exactly his mother became a Maiden and the 'man of no consequence' is now his step-father...", Arden mused.
Adam could only stare at the ceiling in agony. He was being crushed to death slowly and painfully. His mother was a Maiden? He had a step-father? His arrogance began to wither as he saw his life flash before his eyes, a poor boy born under the shadows of his righteous fanatical father, his hatred for law and order, his choice to become an agent of chaos itself and the hatred for humans that burned within his heart. If he hadn't held onto the rage, perhaps he would have had a different life; a life of peace and friendship. All his battles for 'Faunus Rights' ended with more deaths of Faunus; the people he'd sworn to protect. He'd absolutely failed as a leader. He used his power over his followers as a mean to his own ends, an army fighting for his perceived injustice against him. As he lay on the floor, he realized all his problems originated from one source; himself.
Still being crushed to death, he realized that this was the fate he deserved; death. He saw the bandit queen, Raven Branwen standing over him with fistfuls of fire conjured from the powers of the gods themselves. Arden said something, but he didn't hear it; it was getting darker and darker. He shut his eyes in pain and sad reflection. "Forgive me...", he whimpered.
"Let him live!? Arden, you're the 'Mad King', but now you've really lost it! He maimed Yang!", Raven raged.
"Perhaps, but he didn't know who she was at the time. Perhaps if things were different... Perhaps if they'd had a loving mother instead of an errant vagabond, they would've grown up as loving siblings living a life of peace and harmony. There are a lot of instances of 'what if', but we all know that is just a fantasy. A pretty picture painted within your memories and nothing more.", Arden noted.
"Just let me do this, Arden... It'll save us the trouble of doing it later when he eventually escapes and possibly kills our children!", Raven raged.
"Aww, look. He's begging for forgiveness now. Isn't that sad, a fearless leader faced with death itself. Not so fearless now?", Arden mused at Adam's plea.
"Please... Forgive...", Adam sighed, Raven was still crushing him, the floor now cracking under the pressure. The holy fire within Raven's hands flared and lashed out towards his face.
"What he has done cannot be forgiven!", Raven yelled.
"And yet, I forgave you when you took the powers of a Maiden... As 'mad' as I may be, I would never kill my own child. And you will not be forgiven this time.", Arden said somewhat threateningly.
Raven hesitated again. The fireball she'd launched at Adam reversed its travel back into her hand. She shook in anger, both at Adam and Arden. She probably could take Arden in combat, but that was just asking for most of her town to be destroyed in a needless fight. The Mad King was unbelievably strong due to his usage of both his Semblance and the Rings he'd taken. If there was a male version of a Maiden, Arden was exactly that.
Adam felt the crushing pressure suddenly disappear. He could breathe! He gasped in agony, his lungs burning. He slowly sat up and then stood. Raven still eyed him like a hawk and Arden stood simply with his arms crossed. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that if he decided to attempt to use bravado and force he'd soon be very familiar with the ground as it quickly covered his body in shameful regret to the 'boy who failed'.
"You're forgiven... For now.", Raven said.
"You're... You're my mother!?", Adam questioned.
"I am. Your father needed a little bribery during a mission. He's a Judge in Atlas. He's corrupt. One thing lead to another and... my bouncing baby Faunus was born.", Raven said.
"My... My father said you... He said that you'd abandoned me! You left us because you couldn't stand having a 'little monster'!", Adam swore.
"No... He won custody. You were a cute little calf. I wanted to keep you, but he won custody through perjury and took you away from me. He wanted to raise you with his own twisted visions in your head.", Raven stated.
"My... My father never loved me. He hated me all my life!", Adam raged.
"As he would. He's a Faunus Extremist. He couldn't stand having a child with a human. You were a half-breed by his standards. Only the purest Faunus are the best Faunus.", Raven noted.
"I... I thought he was right, though. He executed humans left and right for crimes. I... I grew up knowing that humanity was only out to destroy us. The lower city of Atlas was the embodiment of what humans gave us. They gave us scraps to fight over as they lived in their flying city! They could look down every day and see us fighting to survive!", Adam said.
"And yet, a Faunus represented Atlas during the Vytal Festival. Your father was both corrupt and ignorant. He won custody of you by force. He influenced you to hate humans. And you made your own choices from that experience. I am truly sorry. You had nothing else to work with.", Raven noted.
"I... You're my mother... What do I do now?", Adam asked, he had no idea what to do, his life was in chaos. It was painful to be on the receiving end of chaos. All his twisted beliefs came back around and kicked him straight in the face. Then the realization of all that he had done came back again and kicked him harder. He felt as if his soul was being shredded. He would have legitimately taken two swords through the chest and back instead of whatever this feeling was.
"Well, I'd apologize to your siblings as a start. They probably won't go easy on you though.", Raven said.
"I have siblings!? Who are they?", Adam asked. He finally had a family! He wasn't alone anymore! There was still a chance for him to have friends! A little warmth spread though his body, he wanted this. He wanted this more than anything before; a real family.
"Well, Rhames is a big guy. He wears matte black legionnaire's armor and a kilt. Nice in heart, but huge and full of madness. You can thank Arden for that interesting trait.", Raven noted.
"Rhames. Got it. Who else?", Adam asked.
"Oh... Oh my sweet summer child. You've already met my daughter! Her name is Yang and she has blond hair and anger issues. She fought in the Battle of Beacon. If anyone's less likely to forgive you, it's her.", Raven stated.
Adam Taurus paled, the previously felt warmth turned to icy pain and a foreboding sense of dread. Oh... Oh no... He'd fought her already. He'd... He'd cut off her arm. He suddenly came to terms with his imminent death and he was fine with it. He'd caused a lot of problems for everyone. He would make an attempt at apologizing to her even if it meant he'd be taking a sword through his chest. He had to try at least.
"Yang... Okay... I'm probably going to die trying, but... I deserve this.", Adam reasoned.
"Seek redemption, child. Even if you die trying, you've still redeemed yourself in the end.", Arden noted.
If getting stabbed was equal to redemption, Adam was ready to be stabbed a hundred times over and over. He'd done so much to so many people in his quest for vengeance. And his vengeance wasn't even justified. It was a lie. He had only himself to blame for it; he had completely and utterly fucked himself.
"I will. I... There's nothing I can say to everyone I've hurt. I can only help them with my actions. And I hope my actions will redeem my soul.", Adam said, he'd had an epiphany, he was going to help instead of hurt. The only person getting hurt now was himself and he was ready for that. He wouldn't die today, he'd die trying to right his own wrongs.
"There you go. I... I was hoping you'd see the light, Adam.", Raven noted.
"Where do I start?", Adam asked.
"Well, Yang was headed to Atlas. Rhames should be close to her. I suggest you keep your distance until they're aware that you're trying to help them.", Raven noted.
Adam just nodded in agreement. Today was a day of change. Adam saw his own death approaching and reflected upon it. He saw a boy, lonely and afraid. He saw a mother saddened by the loss of her son. He saw a bad future. He decided to change it. He no longer held onto the hatred that had been ingrained into his mind from his early childhood. His real father was corrupt and insane. He had a loving family and if he chose, he could have that same family he'd always dreamed about. He decided to make some changes.
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Blue smoke filled the area, it dissipated and beheld a young woman with pale blond hair and blue eyes. She looked sad for some reason. She got up from her mirror, on of the few fixtures in the scene and walked away.
"Salem was born in a time when man wielded magic and king and their kingdoms were plentiful. She only desired one thing: Freedom.", Jinn noted.
The youthful looking Salem outstretched her hand and conjured several spheres. She launched them at the tower's walls to no effect.
"Despite her power, she could not break through the tower's imprisoning walls.", Jinn stated.
Young Salem stared at her prison walls and gave up. She was trapped in here. She cried incoherently to her ghostly audience.
"Until one day, a warrior came to free her from her prison.", Jinn noted.
A suave and handsome man seemed to approach the tower. He was confident and wore ivory armor. He held a sword and shield. He walked towards the tower where the young woman was held.
"He was known throughout all the lands, as Ozma. A righteous hero. He sought not the girl's hand in marriage, but a companion. A nice quirky girl who would see him for who he was. He was a pawn of fate itself.", Jinn continued.
Ozma stood, dirty-blond haired with eyes of heterochromia. One eye blue and the other green. He was noble and confident. Warriors fell before him. An image of a dark-armored figure fell. Ozma seemed to break down the door leading to the imprisoned girl and then, the two of them joined together. Seemingly a Maiden with a Warrior. The two strode out of the tower confidently.
"And something bound them together, the Warrior and the Maiden fair. They both escaped the forbidden fortress with no thought to the life within.", Jinn continued. Ruby stood in awe.
Ozma and Salem ran, far from the tower that was a prison. They ran away from the kingdom that cursed the two of them. The kept going until they realized something about each-other.
"They had found their soulmates and they fell deeply in love and lived happily ever after... Or so they thought.", Jinn continued.
The scene seemed to shimmer and change to a vision of Ozma in bed with heavy bandages over his chest. Young Salem cried over the body of her loved one.
"Ozma, the hero of legend, had been poisoned. Where all the beasts and blades and battles had failed, the legend was taken by a single poisoned arrow.", Jinn continued
The scene changed again, Ozma's body now gone and Young Salem holding onto Ozma's armor and mace and crying loudly.
"How could this happen!? This isn't fair!", Young Salem raged.
The girl prayed to the God of Light and the God of Darkness, she hoped that they would see their injustice and bring her beloved back to her. She eventually sought out the Gods themselves in their own sacred places.
The scene began to change again and all of Team RWBY stood in shock at what was happening. Qrow was shocked. Ozcar simply facepalmed, this was not what he wanted any of them to see.
Far back in the fallen train cars, Sun Wukong finally woke up. He was inside the caboose when it flew off the tracks and tumbled. He was violently beaten and knocked unconscious. He walked outside and saw his friends and teammates standing catatonic several meters away. They were still and unmoving. Their eyes were pure white and staring into the void. He hesitantly poked Blake a few times.
"Blake? Are you in there? Blake? Sun to Blake it's your boy, Sun! Hello!?"
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On the upper floor of Raven's stronghold, a man sat in silent reflection. The man formerly known as Adam Taurus just stared at his own image in the mirror. He just saw a monster staring back at him. The brand over his eye marring his image, his horns sharp and unruly making his appearance even more menacing. His hair was spiked and unkempt. He sighed heavily and began to make some changes.
It felt awkward and hurt a little, but he filed his horns down leaving two stumps near his hairline. He cut and combed his hair into a more respectable style, smoothed over and slicked back. He stared at the SDC symbol on his face. He couldn't really hide the scars, he just sighed and accepted them. They would remind him of where he'd come from and the bad times that nearly took over his life. He'd remember the pain of being branded and he'd never let anyone face that same pain. That same pain he'd intentionally brought on others over his skewed beliefs. He stared into his own vibrant blue eyes that stared back at him in the reflection. If I had just done... anything else! Anything other than what I did... I'd have a brother and sister, a mother and father. A family. We could have been friends. We would've gone to school together... Blake would've been my friend. She... Thoughts of what he'd done filled his mind, he grabbed what remain of his horns and broke down. "Ohh... Gods... What have I done?", Adam Branwen groaned.
"You cannot change what has passed, dear son. You can only keep moving forwards. If you hold on to the past for too long, you'll never leave it. And you'll never truly get to live.", Arden mused from the hallway.
"Who are you really? Arden? Arden what? What's your story? How can you know so much and say so little!", Adam asked in utter confusion.
"Ah, that is a long story. Once upon a time, there was a man revered as a priest. He had powers unlike any seen before. He was cast out of his kingdom, and his throne usurped by his corrupt younger brother. Despite this, he still found love in strange places. Love that was lost in his mission to take back his throne. Perhaps it was a mercy killing, for she was injured gravely. And her killer became his lover, for a little piece of his lost one lived inside the other. A fight was fought in the throne room and the man took his kingdom back, but at what cost? Lives were ended and countless died for the man's own vengeance. When you have stared into the darkness, it stares back. And you'll learn from it.", Arden mused.
"You... You're the 'Black King'. The cursed. The Mad...", Adam stuttered.
"Many names, yet I only go by one. Arden Greyblood.", Arden noted.
Adam shuddered. His own actions paled to what the 'Mad King' had done in his mission to take back his kingdom in Vacuo. It was a story children in Atlas were told when they wouldn't behave, a story of an outcast King who murdered thousands of humans and Faunus alike to take back his crown. A man said to have been descended from the God of Darkness himself. An embodiment of chaos and insanity.
Adam stared at Arden's rings for a moment and shuddered again, the 8 rings of power, another fairy-tale about a wizard and his gift to the protectors of Vacuo. Arden wore all of the rings; he'd probably taken them by force. Whatever that force was, it stood in the hallway and stared back at him. He also became painfully aware that he was in close quarters with a mass murderer and he currently had no weapons and was missing his right hand. Arden could literally kill him with a strong fart.
"Why are you helping me!?", Adam asked.
"Ah, child. You may not be my blood, but you are still my son. A doting father makes sure his children stay out of trouble. Besides, you have a mission. A destiny to fulfill.", Arden mused.
"And what the hell would that be? Get killed by my brother and sister!? I have no chance of convincing them I've changed. Nobody changes overnight!", Adam raged.
"Let go of your rage. Let it go and embrace your redemption. If you still follow the path you've walked you'll never be more than a rat in a cage. It's time to take the road less traveled.", Arden mused.
Adam took several deep breaths. He could do this. He could change. He had to do this and he had to change. He'd already learned the truth. His previous life was a lie. He sighed and looked at the Mad King again.
"Alright... How do I do this? I'm missing a hand and I have no clothes or weapons..."
"Well, it seems like it's finally time. Happy birthday, Adam Branwen. Here are your gifts.", Arden noted as he handed three wrapped presents to Adam.
Adam took the boxes hesitantly. He opened the first one; it contained a Hyperion RYS-Class prosthetic hand. He set the limb aside and opened the next one. This box was longer and contained a new sword; it was similar to Raven's own and had several interchangeable Dust blades in a circular quiver. He clipped the sword to his belt. The final box was wide and oblong. He opened this one and saw just what he needed; a new uniform. This uniform was light-gray with red accents. It looked like his old one, but lighter in color and heralded his new mission for redemption.
Adam quickly dressed, getting out of the prison garb he'd worn for the past few weeks. He quickly shoved the prosthetic hand onto the stump where his original had been and grunted in pain as it fused with his nerves. He swung the new sword and tested its weight; it was perfect. He looked at the mirror again. He had changed, he didn't see a monster anymore, but a knight. A defender. A hero. Today was the day that Adam Taurus died. Today was the day that Adam Branwen was born. This was the day he'd always waited for.
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The Gods of Light and Darkness called to Ozma with a proposal. Return to the world, for something had befallen it. They held out four objects in front of him and described their usage. They could summon the Gods themselves back to the world there were abandoning to bring final judgment on humanity. If humanity learned to live in peace and harmony, the Gods would return to watch over them. If humanity learned nothing, the Gods would destroy the world. Ozma just had to do one simple thing.
The scene seemed to change again in a burst of blue light. Ozma stood in front of a cottage in the woods. Hearing rumors of a witch, he had decided to investigate.
"Whether it be magic or something else, the two recognized each-other immediately.", Jinn noted.
"What do we do now?", Ozma asked.
"We can really do anything...", Salem noted.
"Anything?", Ozma asked.
"We can even become the gods themselves. This world lacks faith. And we can become exactly that...", Salem noted.
The scenes began to flash by in sequence. A man and woman wed, a castle, the birth of four girls with the powers of magic... And then an argument.
"Are you sure this is right?", Ozma asked as he looked into the scrying pool. Hundreds of humans protested.
"You said we needed to unite humanity. That is what we are doing. Those who disbelieve our divine powers shall be smitten.", Salem noted.
Ozma looked at his reflection. It seemed to speak to him. What are we doing?
"This isn't what I was asked to do...", Ozma said out loud.
"What was that?", Salem asked.
The scene changed again. Ozma told Salem the real reason he was brought back to life. To unite humanity and redeem his fallen. For the sorrow that followed him, he would carry with him forever. Forever being reincarnated into another being, endlessly.
"But don't you see? Why try to unite these animals! We can replace them! You've seen our children!", Salem reasoned.
"That isn't the way to do things!", Ozma raged.
"Oh but it is. We were born of the world's destruction. We can be gods! We will rebuild the world in our image and we will control destiny!", Salem announced.
"I... I'm sorry...", Ozma said sadly.
The scene changed again, a fight between the two god-like humans filling the castle. Pillars collapsed onto themselves, fire and ice froze and melted. Four small skeletons laid in the dust. Two enemies, once lovers as love turned to violent hatred stood before each-other before the image of Ozma disintegrated into dust on the wind.
"And thus began Ozma's long journey of discovery and reincarnation, for no matter how many times he came back, he could still feel the pull of his lost one.", Jinn noted.
Ozma stood in silence as he held up the Relic of Knowledge and summoned Jinn for the first time. He looked different. It wasn't Professor Ozpin or anyone that Team RWBY knew.
"Where are the other relics?", Ozma asked.
"I gave my answer.", Jinn said. "He asked a few more and did not like what he heard. He came to a decision after hearing the last one."
"How can I kill Salem; can I make sure she's not not dead while I ensure she's probably not dead, but not alive at the same time while making sure that Salem doesn't not die?", Ozma asked.
"You... Uhhh... You can't. Salem cannot be killed.", Jinn stated in mild confusion and annoyance.
Ozma fell to his knees in sadness and resignation. He swore to the skies for his curse and screamed soundlessly as Team RWBY and friends stared on. Oscar Pine just shook in revelation. Qrow drank all of his flask in one gulp. This was not what anyone had wanted ever. Everything bad was happening.
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Pyrrha sat with Jaune in the living room of her house again. Pyrrha's mother had left to go and buy more Ouzo at the marketplace and Ren and Nora were doing something upstairs that periodically sent a shockwave through the whole house. Jaune's interesting experience at the Temple of Pythia required some explanation. She sat and messed around with her Semblance while Jaune attempted to explain all that he had seen in the pools of mystery.
"Just explain it slowly, Jaune. What did you see?", Pyrrha asked.
"A revelation, pumpkin. I saw it all. This Salem we're supposed to be defeating... She can't be killed. Crazy old wizard Ozzy Ozpin is immortal and had a helluva breakup with a princess some several thousand years ago... Had a bunch of kiddos and all that stuff, but he didn't want to become a god for some reason so he blew them all up. Salem became immortal after getting railed repeatedly by the Gods, then she drank some gooey Grimm juice and got real mad at Ozzy for blowing up her castle. Ozzypin got his immortality by screwing up so badly the Gods felt bad for him and brought him back to unclog the toilet of despair he created. So basically, we gotta clean up Ozzypin's mess by collecting the Relics and summoning the Gods back to the world. And then the Gods are going to smite everyone. Or we could just collect the Relics for ourselves and do anything else.", Jaune explained.
Pyrrha sighed. Had Jaune gone completely mad? She did remember a little bit of what Ozpin had mentioned back in the Vault at Beacon and she did recall the story Qrow had relayed to them as well. Ozpin had his secrets and he was now clearly a compulsive liar as well. She shook her head and adjusted her circlet. Why didn't Ozpin just tell the truth? Why did he have to hide away important things like this? Oh, right. It's because everything they were doing right now was for absolutely fuck-all; Salem can't be killed and the Relics 'need protected'. The Relics are in Vaults! How much more protection could they possibly need!? Ozpin was using them for a means to his own ends! The bigger question was what in all that was holy did Ozpin expect to do once they got all the Relics together? What could he have possibly planned that didn't end with everyone else getting killed? Pyrrha partially wished she'd never gone to Beacon and gotten involved with this, but then she wouldn't have met Jaune...
"Jaune... You said you learned something about your Semblance as well... What is it?", Pyrrha asked.
"Oh that's just the thing. We're out of time.", Jaune noted.
"We have plenty to time! What else does it do?", Pyrrha cried.
"That's just it... We're out of time. We're outside of the reaches of time! I can control time itself! Ehh, only like in little bits, though, a few minutes tops. Anything I hold onto comes back in time with me, including people. So we can rob a bank and then just reverse time so it never happened and keep all the money. I can do anything I want with no consequences!", Jaune exclaimed.
"So what you're saying is... We can really do anything?", Pyrrha said.
"Yeah, we can really do anything! I could pull out Unforgiven and shoot Ren in the face if I wanted to. You can travel back with me as long as we're touching. You don't have to be nice to anyone anymore! We can just keep redoing the whole conversation with whoever until we figure out what works!", Jaune cackled
Pyrrha thought about this for a moment. Jaune could do anything he wanted and it would never cause any real harm. He could kill people and it wouldn't matter, he could just undo it. He could save their lives a hundred times over, she could jump into highway traffic and he'd just reverse time again. It was wrong to do those things, though. Killing people and being mean just for the sake of being mean... But, if she could go back and apologize... Or if she'd never said those mean things before... Life suddenly just got a lot more fun for some reason. She realized she could be as cruel as she wanted and never have to regret a decision; Jaune could always take them back. It was so tough being the 'nice girl' anyways. It felt good to be bad.
"So you see now? You and I, we're no longer pawns of fate! Won't you join me?", Jaune said.
Pyrrha felt bad for a moment. This is wrong. This is so wrong. Jaune is probably crazy. But... He's right. We make our own path. The world is ours and we never have to worry about dying until we both reach old age. She thought. Pyrrha just took Jaune's hand. Amber, the Fall Maiden within Pyrrha just laughed in sinister delight. Once they found Cinder Fall, Amber could kill her over and over. She could bury her in a thousand graves.
"Yes, Jaune. Let's do this. Let's do everything.", Pyrrha said.
For a long time, Pyrrha never wanted to be held on a pedestal. She never wanted any praise for what she had done and she certainly didn't want the attention. All her life, she had just been the best that she could. She'd gotten to where she was through nothing but hard work and training; anyone could do the same. But now? Now it was different.
Pyrrha thought about Jaune and her Maiden abilities, she'd gotten those only because she actually listened to Jaune when he mocked her choice in armor. If she hadn't, then she wouldn't have survived Cinder's attack on Beacon. Jaune would be alone and lost, mourning his beloved and the fight at Haven could've gone worse. She didn't even want to think of what seeing that statue in the park would've done to Jaune, he would have been angry and seeking vengeance. She was painfully aware that even now, Jaune's sanity was being held on by a few threads. But none of that mattered, her fate had been subverted, she had claimed the Fall Maiden's powers for herself and Jaune had unlocked his Semblance, saving her life yet again.
Now she had a reason to be held on a pedestal. She doubted that anyone else could've taken the offer Ozpin had given her. She had unbeatable combat prowess, god-like magical abilities and a boyfriend who could reverse time. She wanted to have that statue now, except she wanted Jaune right next to her on that pedestal. Pyrrha Nikos and Handsome Jaune, together forever as a power far greater.
I didn't want the attention because I was normal, I just worked really hard. I'm not a normal girl anymore... I'm something greater... Something far greater than I ever imagined...Perhaps I want to be cruel...
Chapter End. Adam needed some kind of redemption arc, RT done him bad. Adam Taurus died, but Adam Branwen was born.
Been watching the Rising of the Shield Hero. There will be a crossover coming soon since a certain red-haired Spartan bears a rather striking resemblance to another red-haired Bitch.