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Witley knew what his father thought of Lady Althea, along with the rest of her kind. They are nothing but monsters using their power to take over, it's absurd! If only his father would agree with him, the Vampyres were the only power that held sway over the peoples of Remnant, councils be damned, and he wanted power, not from usurping Weiss's like had planned but by finding a position of his own. Something that had enraged his father to the point of disowning him.

Now he sat in a waiting room at Atlas academy, waiting. He hadn't spoken to Winter in ages and he did want to do something at this point. Any position has power, regardless of how little it is. He was in the midst of thinking of other ways to get power over father when he heard his name being called to the front desk. He stood and walked over to said desk and placed his scroll onto it, the new device had no Schnee markings or any of his father's tracking devices on it.

He was admitted to the military offices where he then followed the instructions to Winters office, he had heard of her return and was hoping to at least gain some form of power to embarrass his father and Winter was already an expert. He found her office and took a minute to prepare himself, it had been years since he had seen Winter and he would need to phrase his situation to Winter before asking her assistance.

His knuckles rapped against the door three times and then he waited for her response.

"Come in." Her voice was smooth, calm, professional.

He opened the door after smoothing his hair one last time, trying to look at least a tad presentable. Winters first reaction was surprising to say the least, she shot out of her chair at seeing his state and looked shocked.

"Whitley? What happened? Was the manor attacked?" He shook his head and set his bag down beside the door before moving forward and decided to bite the bullet off the bat.

"Father's disowned me, we had a disagreement regarding the current powers and who we should support, to say the least I believe I will make my own way from here on out." He realized he was shaking, why was he shaking? He couldn't show weakness! Not here.

"I see, you look like someone tried to put you into a meat grinder." Whitely nodded.

"A tumble or two, not easy getting up those stairs when you're carrying your livelihood on your back." He opened his bag, a duffle bag, and pulled out his notes on the goings on of the upper class in Atlas. "I am looking for a job regarding the upper class and their behavior, preferably a position that would grant me enough power to eventually face father, maybe support Weiss in her efforts to spur him."

Winter smiled at her brother, patting his shoulder as she sat him down on a chair she had across from her own. She knew someone who would greatly appreciate having a mind like Whiteley's around, especially with the current issues transpiring.

"I believe I know a person or two, they are looking for people to fill their political ranks seeing as how they have not participated in high society for quite some time." Whiteley's eyes widened in shock.

"You mean?" Winter nodded as she set a cup of tea down before Whitely.

"I'm going back to Vale with troops to reinforce General Ironwood, no robots seeing as how they have an exploitable weakness, the people I want you to meet will be there, and you can see Weiss and bond with her over your now mutual distrust of Father." Whitely nodded, calming down slightly as he sipped his tea, wondering just what Weiss was planning, or even what she was doing.

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Grimoire stood at the precipice, he had hunted Cinder this far and he knew she was here in this ruined town full of corpses and Grimm. He knew he had one shot at bloodying her at least and gaining time for his allies to do what is needed for Vacuo to last in it's stand against the Grimm.

The White Fang had made a fallback shelter, granted it was well hidden against hunters and their ilk but not the Vampyres. The shelter was a village of multiple huts stationed around a central tower that was piggybacking on the CCT system, using it to coordinate resistance against the Vampyre warbands that were hunting them.

He recalled his parting words to Taiyang and Qrow before he had set out. "There is more to those from Rosewood than you think." He had given them a fair few of the old histories of his homeland, where it was what they were good at and what powers they had to defend themselves, including those with silver eyes.

He nodded to himself as he observed the post, a simple patrol of three, and over two dozen more inside the various buildings. They would be easy pickings. He could smell another Vampyre, it reeked of Brutus's scent and as such was the first target on his list.

Grimoire descended onto the camp and found the only Vampyric White Fang member sucking the blood from a white fang grunts wrist between two of the huts. Grimoire shook his head and drew out a dagger before throwing it, sticking the grunt in the back of their neck and causing them to yelp before dropping, the Vampyre was shocked and stood, drawing a broadsword as they looked up at Grimoire. "Hello, prick." Ragnarok sang a dull song as it slammed through the young woman's frame, shattering bones and cleaving meat as he drove the sword through the Vampyre's body, spilling blood like pitch across the ground. "Curious, it's supposed to be red."

Vampyre blood, which is very much like human and Faunus blood with a few changes is usually red, the only exceptions are when Vampyres go Berserk and began slaying everything around them. That blood would usually be crimson of the darker variety.

But black blood? That was certainly new to him. "I should search for answers later." With that he progressed, killing the guards and troopers quietly as he took the base and hiding the bodies as best he could. He found the commander and extracted the access codes for the tower before extracting as much important info as he could before setting a charge of explosives and leaving for one of the smaller nation states near Vale.

He needed to call up the Barons that hid in the sand, of course after he dug them out of the piles of Grimm corpses.

Cinder was missing with her little cronies as well so that was definitely a problem.

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The forested valleys of Anima are usually peaceful with the only noises being the animals and villages that are nestled into the green hills. They were most definitely not supposed to be on fire, with Vampyres doing battle amongst the trees and around secured villages.

And that is the exact problem that Lord Chrysós of Minstrel was finding with his lands, they were on fire, the white fang was invading, hell the white fang was fighting against local groups of white fang terrorists and that was just adding to the usual confusion of the Mistral upper class faction jockeying that would have been the usual issue if they were even still around. But no, the Fang had killed most of them first and Chrysos had simply decided to step up to the challenge of keeping Mistral together regardless of risk.

The Vampyres of Animus were different from their ilk for two reasons, one: They had many, many more fortresses and holdouts, two: They had the largest Vampyre population seeing as how Animus had the most people. The new wave of violence had caused quite the stir on the continent so Chrysos had done the one thing he could think of at the time, save the people. To do this he had sent his barons out to retrieve the peoples of all nearby settlements and to bring them into the fortresses.

This had been a wise move seeing as how the Vampyric White Fang had no clue how to make draining weapons or how to consume grimm essence which was a massive crippling effect on their morale and combat effectiveness. He had seen it taking a hold of them recently, Vampyric White Fang slaughtering their comrades who had risen in southern Mantle for sustenance and even going as far as feasting upon their mortal comrades in the Fang itself.

Chrysos dragged a hand through his short black hair, moving it away from his eyes. He watched the civilians as they went about their new lives in the capital, which had been held against the White Fang assaults that had killed Mantles Government. He sighed at that, the death of so many powerful men had meant the end of some very important information outlets, though the fact that the southern part of Mantle was fighting like lions against the invasion was news enough of the mutual agreement between his Barons and the crime lords who resided there.

He had been working in this city for quite some time resulting in quite a few issues being brought to the front. One of them was the massive houses that the rich had and even though those upper class hooligans were sharing, (or at least most of them were) with refugees there was still a massive amount of city space not used due to it being upper class property. That had lasted a very short amount of time with Chrysos ordering his men to open them up for defences and housing for his troops.

Some of the upper class took exception to this, until the first assault that wiped out their council, after that they were rather complainant with having soldiers and lower class citizens wandering their halls, working on the defences and maintaining weaponry on balconies, sheltering in their cellars and halls. Haven sat in the distance, it's students returned with messages from Grimoire and Ozpin being carried with them only confirming what his band of Barons had assumed alongside the headmaster of Haven. The Relics, he had always wondered why the Headmasters and Thorn had not told them of the Relics, they could have ended so much of the suffering that the world was going through but no, they were dangerous and as such the Maidens at the time as well as Thorn had decided to hide them, preferably somewhere where the Grimm and those they served could not get to them.

Now Chrysos was waiting for reinforcements, he knew that the Vacuans wouldn't be able to assist due to the Grimm invasion and that Vale's Hunter force was regrouping after getting thrashed in the Battle of Beacon and the subsequent series of counter offensives against the White Fang. Atlas was probably the only standing force with men capable of marching the frontlines and with the Vampyres in Vacuo declaring they could hold with the Hunters those forces from Atlas would be heading for Mistral instead.

A knock at the door roused him from his thoughts as he turned and walked across his office space, which also served as his room seeing as it was once a councilers room before his departure with death. The office in entirety was actually quite large, taking up half of a floor of the administrative building he had only taken the councillors room, converting it into his office as his subordinates worked and rested in the rest of the office.

Chrysos opened the door and saw a short young man with black hair and a freckled face framing a pair of eyes that reminded Chrysos of a pair of Avocados. Oscar had been brought to his people during the opening days of conflict, a stitching of cuts marring his body and bleeding him out as his aunt begged for the Vampyres to do something. Chrysos had done the honors himself as it was his duty as the lord to bring forward new Vampyres into his ranks. Since then Oscar had recovered and proved to be a diligent worker acting as a runner and worker under Chrysos direction.

"M'lord, I have some letters that came with the students from Haven, they have Lord Grimoire and The Headmaster of Beacons Crests on them." Indeed they did, the pair of letters were both sealed with wax, Grimoires grey and a rather dark Green, likely from Ozpin, both wax's were printed with Grimoires ashen Rose and The Tower of Beacon.

"Thank you Oscar, you should get some rest, you look as though you've been working yourself to death." Oscar nodded with a tired smile.

"Will do sir, have a nice day." Oscar closed the door behind him as he left leaving Chrysos smiling slightly, the boy reminded him of his late son who had died with the rest of his family during the war. He then opened to first letter from Grimoire revealing his messy but still legible script.

Chrysos,

I hope this letter finds you in good health my friend, Althea and I heard rumors of dark things occurring in Minstrel and nearly charged over ourselves to assist, but you are not the only one under assault, Light Foot got himself stuck in quite the Grimm invasion over in Vaccuo and I am going personally to relieve him while Althea manages Vale's goings on for me, also I have finally found my brothers decendant the last living one, or that is until she was attacked by Brutus the traitorous bastard poisoned her and I had to make her into one of us. Her names Ruby, she has the silver eyes which is a relief and a whole new set of worry which is to not even mention her sister and their team and family. In other news we are looking for people to represent us in the councils after this conflict is over, We here in Vale have chosen Weiss Schnee, Ruby's partner and a friend to Blake Belladonna who is Yang's partner. And before you ask yes Blake is Ashfords daughter which made their reunion quite an interesting thing. I have to go now so I wish you luck my friend.

-Sincerely,

Grimoire T. Rose Lord in Vale and Lord of Chains Gate

P.S. Althea says Hi!

Chrysos nodded as expected Grimoire had written the letter before the invasion had begun and as such had only heard whispers of the conflict that was occurring. He set out a parchment and set his quill and ink down beside it and took his ring from his finger and set it beside the melted wax that sat in a small pot over a fire Dust crystal. He then reached for the second letter and opened that one to begin reading.

Dear Lord Chrysos, Lord in Mistral and current regent of Mistral,

I am Ozpin, the current Headmaster at Beacon and this letter is primarily for establishing familiarity and to catch you up on the current situation and who is involved in it. If you recall the war you may recall a woman by the name of Salem who was responsible for the Grimm hordes that swarmed out of the dead continent and struck us from the unknown flank. You might also remember the maidens who vanished at the time, they and several of our best warriors had gone off to fight Salem while the Vampyres under Thorns direction had marched against her brother, you may remember him as the 'Last Slaughter' or something along those lines from the old speech. Salem is not dead and seeks a power far greater than the maidens, she seeks the four relics, and if you remember the religion of two brothers you will also remember how powerful those relics are, they tried to get one here at Beacon and now they aim for Mistral hoping that you will be an easier target, as such I have listed people who you should watch out for below they will likely try to sneak into Mistral before causing any form of havoc.

Cinder Fall - Black hair and amber eyes, Stolen Fall maiden powers beware of her might- Priority target

Mercury Black- Grey hair black eyes, Assassin, in Cinder's service has hunter training and was able to nearly beat one of our students through a Vampyre would have an easy time with him.

Emerald Sustrai- Illusionist, Green hair and red eyes,Thief, eliminate first to ensure no escape from other parties. Priority Target

I hope that you will be able to prevent their assault.

Sincerely,

Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon and Keeper of Relic

Chrysos stared at the paper and promptly memorized it before throwing it onto his desk and sitting down. This was a massive predicament, Relics? Being Real? When he was a lad he had never thought of creatures like Vampyres existing but then again Remnant was a world plagued by monsters fueled by Hate and negative emotion so by this point he wasn't surprised.

He now thought of everything he had to do, find a willing representative to the mortal populace, speak with the headmaster of Haven, and ensure the destruction of Cinder and her possy. He already had a pair of persons in mind for the representatives positions and someone from the southern region of Minstrel who was perfectly in mind for slaying cinder for the price of immortality. He then set his quill to parchment and began to write to Grimoire, he'd have to use his old messenger eagle.

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