A/N
It has come to my attention that some people thought that me writing my speech with the boys last chapter are a bit more vulgar then usual and less structured than usual but...
That's really how we go about things usually. Random funny tidbits that can lead from one thing to another. I'll try not to do it too much, for I understand some of you may come across it as 'Forced' or 'Rushed' humor.
Also, just finished Vol 7. Let me know your thoughts [Or rants. Yeah, definitely more of those] in the Reviews and we may discuss via PM.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter.
Emerald's POV
Emerald didn't know what to expect when Cinder strolled down the dimly lit corridors with both her and Mercury in tow.
They had been summoned out of the blue.
She couldn't help but fidget with her fingers as her eyes darted nervously back and forth between the floors and the windows, giving a view at the expanse of Grimm being spawned in seemingly endless amounts from the bottomless black muddy pools that's made out of god knows what.
A low, rumbling growl had her looking backwards, where an Alpha Beowolf twice it's usual size had just poked it's snout by the hallway behind them, sniffing the air for the blood of fresh prey, and then turned it's head towards them.
It's red irises gleamed as spittle and slobber cascaded down the gap between it's thick upper exoskeleton of a skull and it's fleshy bottom jaw. For a second there, it looked like it was about to charge at their direction when it bent a paw mid air, only to turn back and storm off towards... wherever it was heading to in the first place.
Her hands fell slump to her side and the air pumped out of her lungs, causing a sudden amount to rush out of her teeth.
She didn't even realize she had her fingers clamped around her weapon, gripping it so hard Thief Respite's grips nearly snapped in two.
When she made to look back, it was to see Cinder already gone and Mercury waiting for her at the end of the pathway with his arms crossed and a curious expression.
"Something tells me I'll won't and never will get used to the way things run around here." She muttered to herself, trying hard not to look back.
"You won't need to," Mercury answered nevertheless as she came to his side. "Not for long anyway. We're about to head for Haven in a few days. Don't know what's so urgent that the scary old Grimm lady just had to call us in."
"Shouldn't you worry about yourself first?" Emerald sniped.
"Hey, you just looked out of it." Mercury said as he raised both hands. Then his eyes snapped open as his head slowly rotated her way. "Unless you're thinking about your boyfriend who's en route via Hazel express, to which I can say I'm hurt."
"He's not my- Ugh, forget it." Emerald rolled her eyes as Mercury smirked cockily. "You know what, you're right. I would rather do him than you."
"I can assure you, only my legs are mechanic." He gestured at his pelvis. "The rest, is all organic."
"And that's precisely why." Emerald smirked smugly. "I would need a magnifying glass to even see it. Heck, I doubt it could even pierce through the first layer."
Mercury grinned back. "You're fine. At least back to normal now." He then turned around and started walking. "Let's go."
They quickly jogged up to Cinder's side and tried to maintain a steady composure as they turned at the final corner.
The trio eyed the enormous doors up and down. It seemed to be made of pure iron, tinted with a dark purple hue.
It was about 30 meters away.
Cinder took a step forward, followed by another.
Emerald gulped.
She wasn't ready for this.
None of them were.
Deep breaths...
She was scared shitless, and even if Mercury won't admit it or concealed it well enough, so was he.
It got her legs shaking and her heart pumping faster, even if all she's trying is to walk in a straight line.
They took one look at each other, then to their boss's back.
Cinder waltzed away, brimming with confidence while she approached without doubt or fear.
It's one of the reasons she admired her in the first place.
She just couldn't bring herself to do the same.
Their employer's hands rested on the door, Mercury rushed up to her side and place his hands beside Cinder's to push most of the weight, while Emerald did the same on the opposite end.
It felt cold and lifeless to the touch.
Emerald took a deep breath to ready herself for what's to come.
The tall doors opened with a creak and a heavy groan.
Suddenly, it looked like their demise wouldn't be so bad after all.
She was still as menacing as ever, her black robes that seemed to flutter in the air already declaring that they were but ants to her, maybe even less. Pawns ready to be disposed of as she wishes. Pawns who's lives are not even worth considering.
Her eyes trailed to the figure at the end of her arm.
Unlike most of the times where she had decided to remain still in her chair and let her minions or spare limbs do the dirty work, this time, she had her pale, veiny arm outstretched to keep a very familiar shaggy man pinned to the table.
It would've looked threatening, if only said figure...
Didn't have his left hand attached to her breast like a magnet, and squeezing it as if he was milking a cow.
Her image of the omnipotent goddess of death and destruction shattered into a million pieces.
"Mistress..." Cinder blinked once, twice, and then let her grimmified claws pinch her human arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Emerald did the same as she rubbed her eyes, even Mercury looked like he'd just slapped himself.
The one above all Grimm, the embodiment of hate and destruction, the incarnation of death who's motives were to divide humanity...
Was being molested by a mere Seer.
Cinder bowed and turned around. "It looks like you're busy. My apologies for the intrusion. I'll come back some other time."
"No." Salem replied with a flat tone, red pupils penetrating the window to Evans's soul, not even bothered by the extra audience. "I have summoned you for a reason." The pupil roved over to the corner of her eye, causing Emerald to seize up. "Do you think my immortality had caused me to be so bored that I would have called you all here for nothing?"
"Not at all, mistress." Cinder bowed respectfully, turning around and walked back in. "If I may ask, what is our purpose of being here?"
"Witnesses." The divine being answered. "A second pair of eyes for better judgment."
Emerald's eyes widened when she saw her grip around his neck grew tighter, causing his face to turn blue.
She was sure she saw the bulge in his tattered cargo pants twitch. She took in the scene for what it was, and her mind pieced 2 and 2 together.
She requires witnesses to judge a mating ritual with a human concubine...?
Emerald's face rapidly matched her hair as the not so pleasant mental image made it's way into her mind. The recent use of her tentacle to punish Arthur didn't help.
In fact, it made things much more... vivid.
Don't project it.
Don't project it.
Don't-
Mercury suddenly put both hands to his mouth and retched.
Damnit!
He poked his head out the doors just as it was closing and hurled his entire stomach out, making sure to leave every trace of breakfast outside the room.
Cinder just raised a brow as she watched her underling bent double, wasting breakfast for seemingly no reason.
The silver haired boy wiped the back of his arm across his mouth, and shot Emerald an unamused glare.
"I know you really hate me... like a lot..." Mercury growled, and for once, Emerald actually looked slightly apologetic. "But was that really necessary?!"
"Do you always have such little control over your pawns?" Salem asked without even looking in their direction, causing Cinder to shoot Mercury, who seemed keen to keep his eyes on Emerald for some reason, a hardened glare.
"They will behave. I sincerely apologize for their unwanted opinion." Cinder's eyes blazed with a yellow tinted flame, causing Mercury to stand up straighter, though his line of sight wasn't broken, and kept glacing at Emerald at the corner of his eye.
Emerald just shrugged.
"Take a seat." She said nevertheless, attention for some reason hovering back to limiting Evans's air supply to a minimum, keeping him semi-conscious.
That was as good as a warning as any.
With the only noise in the room being Evans's gurgled choking and the scraping of his nails against the black wreathed cloth and the table, as silently as they could, they walked to the other end of the room and took a seat on the far end of the table, as far away from the commotion as they were gonna get, and only then noticed that Hazel was already sat across from them with his eyes closed.
"Less than a month." Mercury let out an impressed whistle as he took his stance beside Emerald, who was pulling a chair back for their employer. "That's faster progress than any of us. Where'd you find him?"
"A village not far off from the southernmost walls of Vale." Hazel grunted.
"He didn't even make it past Vale?" Mercury deadpanned. "Are you sure you got the right guy?"
"I am certain that question is mine to ask, and yours to answer," The bearded man replied as he cracked open one eye. "You are the ones who infiltrated Beacon and one of the few eyewitnesses here that actually saw his face."
"It looks like him." Emerald claimed as the skinny built figure kept writhing around in place. Even though he kept his hand squeezing and playing with her chest, Salem looked anything but pleased. "But... we just thought he would be..."
"More competent?" The burly man questioned.
"Yes." Both of them said in unison.
"I thought so as well." He sighed.
Arthur and Tyrian arrived soon after, with the tall man's reaction being only his eyes widening ever so slightly, and took his seat silently.
Tyrian however, shot the skinny man a hardened glare, as his neck craned a full 90 degrees to the left, eyes locked to Evans's the entire time as he backpaced, and leapt into his seat.
His lips peeled back into a furious snarl as he thought of maiming the Seer right here and now. She was sure she would too if he'd ever considered doing that to Cinder.
That, and so much more...
"FUAAAHAAAH!" Evans desperately gulped for air, latching onto his throat as he coughed and hacked on all fours once the divine entity let him go. "Hah... what the hell was that for?!"
"Watch your tongue!" Tyrian shrieked, his new, metallic tail shooting out as the tip of his stinger flew, lunging directly for his core. Evans's eyes widened as he spread his legs right on time to avoid getting impaled, while Tyrian's new extension just encircled him, scraping against the ground and rattling mid air, the stinger honed between his face like a predator would to prey.
"You are speaking to a goddess." He exclaimed proudly and needlessly, cackling maniacally as he saw a twinge of fear, though it was quickly concealed by a flat expression.
"That," Salem answered slowly, her divine voice resounding throughout the room as she sat back down on her throne. "Was for not waking up when your Queen demands it. Though I would say that you did not make a great... first impression." She adjusted her clothing so that it was free of wrinkles, and then reached for her torso, adjusting her breasts so that they were perfectly symmetrical.
She didn't look pleased, not one bit.
"How was I to know you were gonna take me here today?!" Evans threw his hands up in the air as he patted himself off any dust. "You didn't even give me a fair warning! I tried to latch onto your neck but it's too far out of reach. Hell, I tried to croak out an explanation even!"
"I can see that." Salem's eyes trailed down to his waist, then she held out a finger as a dark orb festered and glowed menacingly. "Do you have any last words before I vapourize you?"
"Wait wait wait." Evans held out his hands frantically. "It was uhh... nice and soft...?"
"Choose your next words carefully vermin," Salem said slowly. "For it shall be your last."
"Well you do need me don't you?" He questioned with a raised brow. "You wouldn't have brought me here otherwise."
"If you could prove your worth, only then shall I consider keeping you." The edge of Salem's lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "Otherwise... well, my Nevermore has been looking at you for the past 10 minutes."
True to form, the avian creature's neck craned curiously to the side by the windowsill, beady eyes locked with the Evans's downed form.
"Anyway, why did you have to drag me all the way here?" Evans asked. "I was making clear progress. Heck," He held his arms out wide. "I was about to arrive in a few more days."
"It'll take longer than that." Hazel gave an unamused snort.
"Such disrespect." Arthur shook his head, then turned towards Hazel with a raised brow. The burly man didn't look concerned. Then, he faced Cinder and her two lackeys standing behind her. "Are you sure this is the correct man?"
"You saw the footage recorded from the Vytal Festival." Cinder waved off. "It is he."
"Interesting." Salem chuckled, looking bemused. "Tell me," She cooed. "Are you not afraid at the sight of me?."
"Why should I be afraid of someone who's gonna hire me?" He shrugged off, patting his shoulders free of dust. "It's bad work ethics."
"I wonder how long that facade will last." She asked as she propped her head with one hand as if bored, then gestured towards the room with the other. "Having seen our future and the fact that you decided to approach us, you do realize where you currently are, don't you?"
"The Land of Darkness," Evans replied, looking outside the windows. "The home of Grimm and ex home of the God of Darkness."
"Excellent." Salem's eyes widened slightly at the knowledgeable foresight, clearly only now acknowledging the otherworldly presence. In that moment, she looked like she might've even considered making him her second in command. "And you know of my identity, do you not?"
"Why would I be here otherwise?" He deadpanned. "You think any of your underlings will be competent enough to lead an army on their own?"
"Why you little-!"
"Arthur." Salem purred with a saccharine tone, causing his shoulders to seize up as he remembered the last time he went out of line. "Sit down."
"Yes... your grace." He hissed out the words and sent a glare Evans's way, not that Salem seemed to mind since he did as she asked.
"Now, why don't you state your purpose as to why you're here, my dear."
"Sure thing." He shrugged. "But first..."
"Hm?" Salem raised a curious brow.
"I hope the water pump isn't clogged with the black sludge like it is out there," He jabbed a finger at the window, then lifted his arms to sniff it, drawing back immediately as he held a hand to his nose. "Cause I'm in a real desperate need of a shower."
Even being at the end of the room, with her nose scrunching up and her face rapidly becoming pinched, Emerald couldn't agree more.
Louis's POV
3 not so subtle knocks on the door woke me up.
It was more akin to someone slamming their elbow in rapid succession.
I shuffled in my sleep.
"Kid," A raspy voice yelled. "Ya there?"
"Five more minutes..."
Qrow somehow misinterpreted it as 'Come in'.
"I've made contact with kid Oz." He claimed and laid his rear roughly on the foot of my bed, causing the mattress to bounce up and down, nearly throwing me off it as the bed expanded on the other end.
Cracking open one lazy eye, I realized that was on purpose, if his shit eating grin was any indication.
Or that he was just that happy to have Oz back.
"Good for you." I growled as I rubbed my red rimmed eyes. "Can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"It is tommorow."
"It's like... 12 a.m"
"Exactly." He insisted with a chuckle, causing me to groan. "Anyway, he told us to come to reconvene at Mistral, Haven Academy to be exact, where he'll be meeting up with the headmaster there."
A pit opened in my stomach.
That was enough to snap my eyes open and pump enough adrenaline to keep me awake till next year.
"Wait wait wait, he's going there immediately?!"
Qrow shrugged.
"Alone?!" I shrieked.
"It's the closest to where the pipsqueak body of his is right now. Why?"
"Do you have his number?!"
"He contacted me via payphone, so there's no way to tell when he's call next." Qrow raised a suspicious brow. "Kid, what's wrong?"
"Gather everybody," I said, grabbing my combat vest as I hastily put a boot on. "We have to stop him before it's too late!"
"Wait." The elder man grabbed my shoulder, his eyes narrowed. "What's happening kid? I still don't trust you," He added when I opened my mouth. "And with the way my nieces act all goody goody around you, it gives me even less of a reason to."
"Then don't." I flailed my arms in the air through gritted teeth. "I don't care."
"You're not making this easy on me kid." Qrow scratched the back of his head. "I've never been very good at this kind of stuff. Probably never will be."
I just shot him a confused expression.
"Just because I don't trust you and your pack of... weirdos," His tone made it clear that was as polite as he was gonna get when defining us. "That doesn't mean I won't trust my nieces. You've kept them alive and safe throughout their time at Beacon, and I appreciate that. Really, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I'd usually drink to that, but I've heard from Yang you just had one hell of a night."
"This isn't time for a heart to heart Qrow." I groaned into my palms as I hopped on one shoe to put my other boot on. "You're sorry, I get it. Apology accepted, and all your gratitude is gratefully accepted and shall forever have a spot in my small heart." I said half heartedly. "Can we go now?"
"What's the rush?" Qrow chuckled back. "It's not like there's a traitor or spy at Haven Academy of high ranking that has access to the chamber where the Relic is stored at right?"
Hurk
Cough
Cough
"You okay kid?"
Evans's POV
"Dang, you guys are in a desperate need of a heating system." Evans said as he burst through the doors of the main chamber, where Arthur Watts was drumming his fingers away at the table impatiently, head leant in on one hand, and even Cinder looked like she wanted desperately to leave the room.
"The water here is as cold as ice."
"When you are done complaining." Cinder hissed through her teeth. "Perhaps you could tell us why you're here again? Or why I shouldn't burn you to a crisp where you stand."
"Tch, you're no fun." Evans spat some spittle on the floor and crossed his arms.
He was draped in a tucked in lime green gambeson over a dark gray collared shirt fastened with a brown leather belt above his hips, with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal padded gloves that ran all the way to his forearms, held together with a thick rope. He wore simple black trousers with a brown colored leather hip pouch strapped to his right thigh that looked small enough to store 3 fully extended scrolls side by side, and a pair of brown foldover boots.
"He looks like a clown." Arthur stated. "Especially with that tucked in overcoat."
"It's a Gambeson!" Evans shot back. "Light armor used back in the day."
"It looks like you wrapped yourself in a yoga mat." Cinder agreed.
"Uncultured swines." Evans muttered under his breath as he drew out White Knuckle Ride from his pockets.
He scanned the sea of faces, 3 of the elite frustrated for waiting so long, while his ride just kept quiet with his arms crossed, though his head was slightly tilted forwards.
Is he... actually asleep?
"Let's cut to the chase shall we?" He asked as he laid his hands to his hips, and put on his best smile. "You all know me by name, and for those of you who don't, I'm sure you don't wanna know, or don't particularly care to know."
"I change my mind." The mustached man's lips twisted into a smirk. "I'm starting to like him."
"You can call me whatever you like, and I'll do the same to you. Equal opportunity, right?" He held his arms out wide.
"You are an interesting individual." Salem quipped from behind him.
"I live to please." Evans smirked when he caught Tyrian's face sour from the corner of his eye.
"Goddess you cannot be serious!"
Speak of the devil.
The narrow faced faunus was on him in an instant, tail wrapped around his waist as it squeezed and threatened to crush his spine.
"You are about to hire this... this joke?!"
"Tyrian, sit. Down."
"Grrrh..." Tyrian shot Evans a dirty look, with him returning it with a content smirk.
"As to why I am here now, I have decided that siding with the good guys just isn't as fun anymore." Evans claimed. "Even if it means my brother's death in the hands of my own, I shall forever savor it, knowing that I changed this world for the better."
"You think that letting Grimm run rampant among the streets are better?" Mercury raised a brow.
"Humans." Evans sneered. "Ungrateful, selfish fools that do nothing but complain to their gods when their wish isn't granted." He smirked as he half turned to look over his shoulder. "Isn't that right?"
Salem's smile died an ugly death.
"That's exactly why you decided to become one yourself, isn't it?" Evans turned, looking at death straight in the eye. "So you could do as you please, cow people into submission when they learn of your existence, and make them fear you."
Evans started to pace around in a circle with his arms linked behind his back.
"What would the world be like under the rule of the almighty Salem."
"And just how much do you know?"
Her tone was flat, her shoulders shook. As everybody observed, their eyes slowly widened.
"I know you and Ozma had 4 children capable of magic." Evans shrugged as he steadied his pace around the room, driving his finger towards the ceiling as if to count it. "I know you, my Queen, feel loss greater than any man woman or child on Remnant ever could. You sacrificed the children you've loved, you've fed, you've raised for so long, only to kill them with their blood on your hands. You had to live your immortal life, killing the man you once loved, the man you've fought so hard to raised back from the dead, over and over." He couldn't hide the gleeful smile. "And over again."
The room started to tremble and shake. There was a high pitched shriek that seemed to be emanating from far beyond, growing louder and louder.
Emerald and Mercury staggered back.
Salem grit her teeth and closed her eyes.
"You have suffered so much." Evans calmly approached her, putting his hands in hers as he bowed down and kissed her fingers. Behind him, he heard Tyrian wail. "My Queen, clearly, this world needs no logic to deny that you are the fairest of all."
The tremors and the shrill screaming subsided, and Salem hissed out a bated breath.
"So, you are without a purpose?" She asked curiously.
"The late Torchwick who died in an Atlesian Airship joined to survive." Evans said as he shot back up. "Cinder joined for power. Hazel, for revenge. Arthur for..."
Shit, Volume 7 wasn't even out yet when we died!
Arthur Watts... rouge Atlesian scientist.
Rouge... rouge...
Why would he go rouge unless...
"...Recognition ...?" Evans offered, causing Arthur to scoff while his mustache twitched in amusement, but made no move to deny it.
Thank you oh god of lucky guesses.
Scientists and their pride.
I'll have to look deeper into that...
"And Tyrian, for self-satisfaction." Evans couldn't help but let the cold beat of sweat splash down onto the floor as relief washed over him. That was a close one.
I have to watch my words from here on out. They think I know anything and everything about the show.
"I, on the other hand," He gestured to himself. "Need no such satisfaction. As long as it is the will of the Queen, then I will see it through."
"You have no wishes of your own? No desires?" Salem asked.
"My only desire is to do so with Emerald by my side."
Everybody's gazes snapped at the green haired girl.
Opposite to how he'd thought she would react, she paled at the sudden mention of her name, looking like she was about to pass out as her red eyes were met by the divine presence's own.
"Just like how you once were, my Queen." Evans slowly strolled over with a cocky smirk on his face. "I am vulnerable to such emotions as well."
Mercury frowned as he looked to be considering whether he should put himself in between the two or not, but Cinder just shook her head, and with gritted teeth and his eyes locked on Evans, he took one step back.
"She," Evans grabbed her shoulders. "Is my liability, my lease and my guarantee that I would be staying here for a while. You needn't worry about where my loyalty lays, for I have already proven that."
He tossed his scroll on the table, playing the exact moment when his knuckle dusters had connected to his best friend's chest.
"So, my Queen." Evans bowed with one fist planted on the floor. "Should I take the first step," He smirked. "Or did I entirely skip that phase and you trust me to take two at once?"
Later...
"Damn..." Evans said as he patted his chest in relief. "That was close."
His heart was hammering against his ribcage, his breaths coming out in ragged pants.
Can't believe I just went through that without much problems. Evans thought as he explored his new home, though his mind wasn't in it.
I was honestly expecting one of them to step out of line and kill me.
As if on queue, some clicking and clanking got him to turn around, right on time to get entangled with a mechanical tail.
Me and my big mouth...
The stinger was mere inches from his left eye.
"You. Will. Show. Her. Respect." Tyrian spat in his face. "She is a goddess. Goddess I tell you! Do you know what that means?!"
"Like I said earlier in the conference room," Evans waved off. "I plan to, once she does the same."
"Are you that ignorant?!" Tyrian wailed as he scraped at his face which were full of unhealed scars from the battle against the Berserker armour, with his loss of sanity and habit of marking himself only adding to it. "She is the one above all. You said it yourself! You should be grateful to have even been in the presence of her. To feast your eyes on such..." Tyrian cackled as he stared off into the ceiling, lifting Evans up in the air by a foot or two. "Such beauty!"
"That," Evans just raised a brow as he stared down, unimpressed. "I am. But you have to know that I came here to serve her, not you."
"We all serve under her, but make no mistake." Tyrian hissed. "You're weaker, you serve a lesser purpose!"
"Let me make one thing clear." Evans said as he slammed his fist on the metallic plate, causing his tail to fall and slump on his side.
The glowing purple liquid that was visible through the glass containing a toxic substance dimmed and flickered, completely exhausted of it's energy.
"No..." Tyrian's eyes widened as he clawed desperately at his automaton tail. "No, no, NO! Not again! I am still useful to her! I will not be shamed again in the presence of... of..." He screamed as his eyes locked into Evans's. "Of children!"
"You think you're stronger, that your position on the chessboard is absolute." Evans jeered as Tyrian tried furiously to restart his tail, tapping it's sides and shaking it like a bird that just fell out of the sky. It only rattled. "I'm here to tell you- maybe even show you, that you're not."
"You..." The scorpion faunus pointed a finger his way. "What have you done?!"
"Do you want your poor little fake extension to come back to life?" Evans opened his palm to reveal White Knuckle Ride's furiously glowing rings. Tyrian gritted his teeth.
"You will suffer for this!" Tyrian shrieked. "I'll make you pay!"
"I'm only offering a choice." Evans mocked as he extended his hands, causing Tyrian to swipe at them. "Ah ah ah. Tsk tsk." The shaggy man chided as he waved his fingers. "Beg."
"What absolute mocker-"
"Then I guess you're just gonna have to fix it on your own." Evans turned around and walked a few steps, causing the narrow faced man to lunge at him, his arm blades out and ready to impale, only for his body to slam back down and be anchored by the weight of his tail.
His eyes glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening as he wailed and screamed as it dragged and scraped it's entire weight across the floor like he was carrying his souls of the people he's murdered.
Desperately, he shot at the curly haired man, only for the bullets to either ping off his Aura, or bounce off his clothing.
"Don't say I didn't warn you about it being body armour." He sighed as he flecked off shrapnel. "Arthur won't help." He added as he crossed his arms, enjoying the expression the tortured faunus was giving him, the man everybody assumed was insane and killed without reason. "We've been assigned to seek out the Maiden and cooperate along with Cinder. I guess I can put in a good word for you. Let's see..."
Evans held out a finger. "Sick, maybe? Oh no no, that won't do... " He held out his second finger. "Hmm, how about I say you're traumatized by that armour and couldn't come along?" He nodded to himself. "You're too scared and decided to bail out at the last moment. Yes, that's a feasible option."
"No, no, Please!" Tyrian begged as he fell on his knees. "I want to be of use to her! To the goddess! I can't be useless!" He shouted. "Not now... Not again..."
He bowed until his forehead touched the floor.
"Please..." He spat out the words, even as tears cascaded down the side of his cheeks. "Help me fix my tail. I'd do anything to proof myself useful to her. Anything but to feel like that again."
Evans smirked as he pulled the faunus's head by his ear and dragged it so that they were mere inches apart, fully aware that his Aura could shatter with one or two hits delivered by the broken man.
"Good. Just so we're clear pal." He suddenly raised his voice. "I AM EVANS!" He shouted in his face. "I'm nobody's bitch. You..." He jabbed his finger into the narrow faced man's chest. "Are mine." He jabbed his thumb back at his chest.
"I don't need to know you." He scoffed. "You... only need to know me. And I will be the one!" He shouted at his face, close enough that it covered Tyrian with spittle. "Got it?"
Tyrian nodded.
The rings around White Knuckle Ride dimmed and died.
The tail fizzled and hissed, emitting sparks as it turned back to life, and Tyrian stroked it as if it were a beloved pet.
He broke down crying in relief.
Evans smirked as he waltzed away, laughing mockingly for extra added measure and turned to a corner.
He strolled a good 20 meters or so, and then glanced around to make sure nobody was there.
He immediately sagged down and fiddled to unzip his pants.
It was damp.
Damp? That's an understatement.
It was soaked, drenched even.
Warm liquid trailed down his thighs.
The worst part was, he didn't know whether it was from Salem... or Tyrian.
Damnit Lou... Evans cursed in his head. Why do you always get the easy part...?
A/N
Huh, good job Evans.
At least it wasn't in front of Emerald.
Reviewer Sessions
DankAnon: Huh, never thought about it that way, I'll be sure to have Amber Evans moment. I'm not sure what to say about the 'Epic Destruction of my virginity' Because I'm not sure what you're talking about *Whistles innocently* Wait, was there a mischevious Nora last chapter? I don't think so...
Guest: Probably total annihilation via Grimm
paradox0.5white: Yeeeeaaaahno. All he's gonna do with that is delete every possibility or reality where he isn't the Harem Protag and probably break this fic.
Kage-kitsune9001: Sometimes, I do too. Then again, it's cinnamon roll Ruby.
The Ancient Irish Viking: Hey, sorry for the double message, but I'd thought you hadn't done both yet, so I thought I just had to send that PM haha. I know for a fact that my chapter came out after Couer's new [Null]. So when I didn't see my story in your list, I thought you weren't gonna get chapter updates, thus the PM. For feeling offended, please, by all means, do comment! I may be an ok writer, but that doesn't make me infallible. Heck, going back to check on the last chapter, towards the end it did feel a little rushed, but I did want to wrap up the Prologue so that it didn't end up extended and draggy like the Fall of Beacon. Might add stuff to make the flow of the chapter a bit better. Thanks for the info!