"Orochi?" questioned Dante.

The entire Devil May Cry crew was present inside of the shop, eating pizza and having a meeting regarding the skirmish with Spettro yesterday. Dante sat at his desk, of course. Both Lady and Trish sat on the couch. Luna leaned against the pool table while her little brother was situated on the railings, hanging upside down. Ren and Nora were sitting on the stairs. Trish finished her slice and went to talking.

"Yes. Orochi used to be some sort of divine being that was born after the creation of Remnant. It used to be a protector of the world, until it decided that humans and Faunus needed to be wiped out to save nature with all of the progress that you've all made. He was very powerful, that even Mundus left him on his own out of slight fear and respect. It took the combined might of Sparda and three separate clans with mystical treasures in successfully sealing him away."

Luna then took over, being quite the bookworm, and spending some of her free time in getting more knowledge.

"However, before he was sealed, Orochi had eight of his most strongest and loyal servants, assigned with the task of freeing him from his seal. They called themselves the Eight Heads of Orochi, or the Hakkesshu. Each of them is imbued with a part of Orochi's powers. And these powers come from the very world itself - creation, nothingness, the cold wind, water, fire, darkness, light and the very earth itself. However, even if they die, they're eventually reincarnated, but with no memories, only that they need to free Orochi."

Lady frowned at this, swallowing her pizza. She voiced her opinion on this. "So, what? Us killing Spettro was all for nothing?"

The Daughter of Vergil shook her head, putting some bit of relief in her. "No. Like I said, they lose the memories of their previous life, and only remember their purpose. But even then, it takes them half a century to be reformed. So we won't be worrying about him anytime soon. And with him dead, we only need to worry about the remaining seven."

"Considering the fact that sis could beat him pretty easily, then we don't have anything to worry about!" exclaimed Jaune.

Surprisingly, Dante shook his head. "I don't think so, kid. The guy underestimated your sister, because he didn't know anything about her. And we're in the same boat. We got nothing about them. We don't know what they look like or what they're capable of. Only that they exist. They could be anywhere. They could be someone famous and we wouldn't even know."

This completely stumped everyone. How can they fight of an enemy without knowledge about? The mood of the entire crew grew somber, as they tried to think of something.

Unbeknownst to them, a beautiful lady had appeared out of the shadows. She had a slender yet curvy figure in all the right places. Black hair styled in a pixie bob cut, rosy red lips with a beauty mark at the bottom of her left cheek. She wore some sort of skintight, leather suit that accented her curves, decorated with patterns of roses. Dark blue gloves and heels, along with a pair of glasses that somehow made her even more hotter.

The woman quietly sauntered over to Dante, looking at him with a mischievous smirk. Before could he react and take notice of her, she straddled him and pulled him in for a kiss on the lips. Dante reacted just as much as you'd expect. By hugging the woman and pushing the kiss even deeper. However, before it could evolve into a steamy make-out session, Dante pulled away with a cheeky grin, making the beautiful lady pout.

"Aw. Why'd you do that, luv? We were just gonna get to the good part."

Dante chuckled, letting the lady rest her head on his chest. "Well, that's a good way of morning greeting. Didn't know you were coming, Cereza."

Before anything else, Ren rushed down and tackled the two. Cereza broke away from her boyfriend's embrace and turned around to hug the teen, smiling down at him affectionately. "Come now, Ren. Did you miss mum that much? Sorry I haven't visited in a while. The hospital was swarmed."

Jaune dropped from the railings and wordlessly waved in greeting to the woman. Trish smiled and spoke to her. "So, how have you been lately, Cereza?"

"Oh you know how it is. Helping out the lovely children recover and, when I can, those who've lost the plot. Although, it has been getting a bit irritating when some bloody wankers try to act sick just so they can cop a feel. Like that drunk who thought it was funny to slap my bum."

"Can't exactly blame them, Dr. Cereza. You do have a great ass to die for." said Nora without any sort of hesitation.

Both Dante and Cereza laughed at the girl's bluntness, with the former smacking said ass appreciatively, fully agreeing with what Nora said. The others were also amused, snickering lightly at the off-handed comment. In the background, Lady couldn't help but look at the pair longingly, feeling a bit jealous of them. She shook her head, reminding herself that she had her chance. She had no right of being jealous when she was the one that let him go. Unbeknownst to her, Cereza noticed this and filed it away in her head.

Deciding on the offshoot she could help, Luna asked her. "Dr. Cereza, you wouldn't happen to know anything about Orochi, would you?"

"Orochi? No. Can't say I have." She shook her head, the word obviously being foreign to her.

Luna frowned at this, muttering out a thanks even if she didn't get anything. With nothing else to work on, Dante dismissed the others, telling them to call if they had something. Trish and Lady went out to somewhere, while Jaune and Luna went back home.


Jaune plopped down onto the couch, humming in thought. Luna had locked herself in their little library, determined to find something about Orochi, his lackeys, and the three unknown clans. And it was just the two of them. Jeanne took Patty out to somewhere, maybe one of her restaurants, and Noir was called in by her superior to help out on a training exercise of sorts.

Pyrrha was busy in Sanctum, while Kyrie was helping out their mother with the bakery, so with nothing better to do, Jaune decided to take a quick nap. However, before he could even close his eyes, Fenris came scuttling up to him, the leash to his collar in his mouth. The white-haired teen smirked a bit, sitting up to look at his wolf.

"Really, buddy? We just went on a walk this morning!" Fenris said nothing and instead sat down, looking at his master expectantly. Jaune just sighed and patted him on the head, taking the leash off his mouth. The black wolf licked his master's face happily, making him laugh. "Okay okay, that's enough, Fen."

Attaching the leash to the collar, Jaune and Fenris walked out the door, with the former calling out to his sister that he was gonna walk the latter. Master and pet took a stroll to the Freedom Park, watching the kids that ran around and played, living out their childhood. They passed by some others who were walking their own pets. They weren't even freaked out by the wolf, having been accustomed to it after a few years.

They roamed around the park a few more minutes, before deciding to sit down to take a bit of break and soak up some sun. Jaune absentmindedly ran his hand through Fenris's fur as he remembered the good times he had with him growing up. All the enjoyable memories. The teen smiled and just enjoyed the moment. However, the moment had to be broken with the both of their stomachs rumbling in hunger. Jaune chuckled, with Fenris doing his best impression of one.

"You wanna get some blueberry pancakes, Fen?" No words needed to be spoken as Fenris started to run off to the local pancake restaurant, with Jaune hurrying over to catch up to him. "Hey, wait up!"

At an open air cafe, Glassare calmly bit into his cannoli, watching as the two entered into the restaurant beside the one he was in. The blue-haired man swallowed and smirked. "This will be easy. It'll almost be like taking candy from a baby." Then all of a sudden, he crushed the cannoli that he was eating, standing up as he stood up and grew enraged. "But why the hell would you even do that?! What kind of a sick freak would even think of taking candy from an infant?! That's so stupid!"

One of the servers walked up to the man, looking a bit worried. "Sir, are you alright? Do you need something?"

Glassare sat down, composing himself. "Nothing to worry about. I'm alright." But before he could leave, Glassare stopped him. "Wait. Actually, I'd like a milkshake."


Jaune and Fenris stepped out of the restaurant, properly stuffed. The cambion waved goodbye to the owner of the establishment and they started to head home. But on a whim, they decided to take the long way. Seeing them walk away, Glassare slammed down the proper amount of Lien required on his table and started following after them.

The devil hunter eventually noticed. After a few turns and straights, he could feel that someone was following them. Unfortunately, he couldn't fully sense out whoever it was. They perfectly masked themselves among the crowd, it was like looking for a specific needle inside of a needle stack.

Even Fenris could sense it. But, they couldn't make a scene. Not with the amount of people in the area. So, whoever it was that followed them, he led them into an isolated alleyway, perfectly lit up yet covered so no one can see what was going on. After a moment of silence, Jaune called out to him, making sure to hover his hand over Blue Rose's holster discreetly.

"What the hell do you want?"

The two blinked in surprise as the surrounding area's temperature suddenly dropped. Jaune shivered, not used to the extreme cold, while Fenris didn't seem to be affected, and looked to be more terrified of the presence of the winds. Jaune gasped, feeling his breath be taken away as he started to sway and lean on the wall. Much to his shock, he found himself stuck. Every move he made didn't even budge. Only his face.

"W-what's going on? My body's starting to freeze in place. This is more intense than the ice that Bael had!"

From the ground, ice began to creep up, forming into a human-like shape. It shook before breaking apart, revealing Glassare. The blue-haired man looked down on Jaune, before turning his attention on the black wolf.

"So, this is where you've been. To think, I thought you died, instead you're with this damned paradox." His eyes lit up, seeing the teen glare at him. "Oh right. Where the hell are my manners? The name's Glassare, the White Album of Lord Orochi."

Although his face was now frozen in place due to the cold, Jaune was honestly shocked. "You're kidding me! This guy's one of Orochi's servants?! Dammit, and I can't even move."

Glassare laughed mockingly at the immobile teen. "How do you like the cold? I can easily decrease the temperature to -100C without even breaking a sweat. It's like you're being cryogenically frozen up to the point the heat in your body disappears, making it go numb. If I were to pinch your pinky, it'd shatter just like ice! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The ice wielder stared down on Fenris, who still seemed to ignore the cold. However, the black wolf was instead shivering in fear. Glassare glared icily at him, starting to feel his anger rise up.

"I spent YEARS trying to find you, you bitch. It took me decades to craft the perfect monster made from Lord Orochi's ice! But then you just had to escape, and gain a fucking soul, didn't you?!" Glassare kicked down the wolf, and began to stomp on him, very much pissed. "DO YOU KNOW THE PAIN THE BOSS MAN INFLICTED ON ME BECAUSE OF MY FAILURE?! I WAS PUT OUT OF COMMISSION FOR FIVE YEARS BECAUSE OF YOU! FIVE. DAMNED. YEARS!"

Before he could get another kick in, two bullets launched back Glassare, getting him off of Fenris. The man with no chill looked up, and saw Jaune with Blue Rose, much to his surprise. "Here's a little trivia for ya - bullets pack literal heat. It may be small, but it's enough for me to start moving!"

The Arc Devil glared at him and rapidly pulled the trigger, barraging Glassare and sending him flying into the lamp post. This allowed Fenris to turn tail and get away. Jaune pried himself off the wall and quickly followed his friend.

"Eat our dust!" he mocked, leaving the man to bleed out…or so they thought.

The wounds on Glassare began to seal, the bullets popping out to close them up. Although still immobile, ice then began to coat up his entire body like a thick sheet. Glassare blinked, gaining a determined look. His entire body was now garbed in some sort of sleek armor. It was primarily light-colored. The only thing visible of his body was his face, which was covered in some sort of visor. And, quite strangely, the feet resembled ice skates that allowed him to skate across almost any surface.

The White Album rose up, pondering on what Jaune had just said. "You know how when a person manages to go faster than someone, they'll usually say something to the one they're leaving behind. 'Eat my dust'. Because you're kicking up dust whenever you start running." Then, of course, he started to get absolutely pissed off at the idiom, metaphor, whatever. "BUT IT'S NOT SOME SORT OF FOOD, YOU PUTANNA! IT'S DIRT ON THE GROUND! AND IT'S NOT EVEN YOURS, SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TELLING ME TO EAT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"

With his burst of anger, he rushed off to hurry after the duo.


Jaune pushed against the crowd, muttering a quick apology as he did his best not to lose Fenris. He could sense the great distress from his pet. And inferring from what Glassare had said earlier, it was easy to put two and two together that he was the reason why Fenris was acting the way he was. That, and he was also responsible for putting him in the condition he had found him.

"Fenris, calm down!"

But he didn't listen. The black wolf still panicked, much focused on getting away from the area to escape his tormentor. Fenris then suddenly turned left, much to Jaune's confusion. The path it would take would lead him to the forest-oh.

"Smart boy. He doesn't want to involve any innocent people just in case a fight breaks out." he muttered to himself, proud of his friend's quick thinking.

A minute later, and they were now in the near-by forest. By now, Jaune had caught up with Fenris, who started to slow and calm down. The two of them stopped by a hidden clearing, needing to get their bearings together.

"You okay, buddy? You know can tell me anything, right?"

Fenris whined, still a bit afraid. Jaune gently rubbed his head, lightly comforting the large wolf. Unfortunately, the moment was broken as a sudden breeze of snow blasted them, that somehow managed to fling Jaune into a couple of trees, all breaking down from the force.

"You thought you can get away from ME?!"

Glassare slid into view, shrouding out a menacing aura. The White Album skid to a stop, sneering down on Jaune.

"This is the beauty of my powers! I can cover myself in ice and increase my defenses, making it harder for me to get hurt! Come on, hit me!"

Jaune growled and cocked back his Devil Bringer and struck Glassare straight in the face. Despite his bold claims, the attack managed to crack his visor, making Jaune smirk. But, it was quickly wiped away as ice began to creep up to his arm.

"Like I said, you can't hurt me! Or did you already forget that this armor's made of ice!? Every hit you'll make, it makes no difference, because it'll just freeze your arms solid!"

"Why don't you just shut up!?"

Jaune pulled back and started throwing a barrage of punches at a fast pace. However, true to Glassare's word, every hit that landed caused Jaune's arms to start freezing up, until it reached up to his shoulders. Glassare cackled and shattered Jaune's left arm, making the teen wince in pain as blood spurted out, before quickly freezing up.

"And you know what's the best part? You can't heal! The ice is blocking your regeneration! Good luck surviving this, cazzo!"

The Arc Devil stumbled back, reeling from the numbing pain he felt. "Dammit. Of all the times not to have Red Queen on me. This guy would've been done in by now." He fell to his knees, starting to get a bit weary. "With my Devil Bringer frozen, I can't seem to summon outq Beowulf…"

"NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO DIE, JAUNE ARC!"

He generated a large glacier of ice and threw it at the kneeling blond. Yet much to their confusion, the attack never came. Something jumped down and shattered the glacier, infuriating Glassare.

"What the hell? Who broke my ice?!"

There stood Fenris, looking quite different. The dire wolf's fur was no longer just black, having gained blue streaks around his neck that made it look like a mane. What's more, he grew a few inches bigger, with his fur growing much more thicker and wilder. His canines were more longer and sharper, turning into an almost icy blue.

Glassare glared at the wolf, completely taken aback by the sudden transformation. But he didn't even get the time to even utter his surprise as Fenris shot out multiple spears of ice from his mouth. Some of them managed to strike to the ice wielder in the forehead, the chest and legs. Fenris growled and breathed out a wave of frost, pushing away Glassare and freezing him off somewhere.

Jaune quickly used the distraction to his advantage and shattered the ice on his Devil Bringer and his frozen stump by Triggering. The Lone Son steadied his breath, feeling himself getting warmer. He looked at Fenris in curiosity as his arm regenerated. The apparent wolf demon looked back at his master, and barked at him happily, his tail wagging around. Jaune smiled, glad that despite the transformation, his buddy was still the same on the inside.

"YOU DAMNED BASTARDO!"

Glassare came bursting in at breakneck speed and sent Fenris lying with a hook, slamming him into a tree. Jaune, his pseudo-Devil Trigger still active, quickly called out Beowulf and dashed in. Luckily, this time the ice didn't creep up to him, allowing the cambion to attack without worry.

The devil hunter sent out two straights, then launched Glassare into the air. He lunged and juggled with him a heavyweight uppercut. Jumping after the still airborne man, Jaune spun around and kicked him aggressively, sending him back down with a forceful heel kick.

Glassare picked himself up and slid back, evading the dive kick. Calling forth his ice, he began spamming out multiple icicle projectiles at the white-haired teen. Jaune flipped back, channeling Royal Guard and blocked the attacks that came his way.

Fenris recovered and helped out his master. Channeling ice spikes all over his body, he rushed forward and leaped into the air, starting to spin around like a disk, which homed in on Glassare. The White Album cried out in pain, feeling his ice be chipped away, allowing him to get hurt. Growling, he clutched Fenris by the side and kneed him in the face. He jabbed him in the stomach and pushed him back with a roundhouse kick.

"Alright, enough playing around! WHITE ICE - GENTLY WEEPS!"

A wave of aurora flared out of Glassare's body. The White Album roared and struck the ground. A gust-no, a blizzard of cold washed over the surrounding area. It struck every plant life and whatever animal that were unfortunate enough to be nearby. The resulting effect? It froze them all in an instinct, before promptly shattering into nothing.

Despite being protected by his pseudo-Trigger, Jaune couldn't help but let out a shaky breath, which was apparent due to the rampant cold. Fenris, liker earlier, wasn't affected. The blizzard didn't stop, before it coated the entire area to the point that the two were now basically blind. And what's worse, Glassare had disappeared. The duo looked around, trying to spot him. But they couldn't. They could only hear his disembodied voice.

"Everyone knows the city of love - Paris. People who use the common tongue pronounce it as 'Paris', while a majority say 'Pah-rhee', the way it's supposed to be. Yet somehow Venice has replaced the real Venezia as the world wide standard. Like those stories - 'The Merchant of Venice', and 'Death in Venice'."

Glassare revealed himself to the two, looking absolutely livid. And he took out his anger on them, blasting them with an unseen blast of ice shards then going back into the blizzard, before going back and striking them once again. He repeated this cycle over and over, all the while ranting.

"WHY?! CALL THE DAMNED BOOK 'DEATH IN VENEZIA'! IT'S NOT THAT HARD! WHAT?! DON'T FUCKING KNOW YOUR OWN LANGUAGE?! SEE, THIS IS WHY HUMANS AND FAUNUS SHOULD BE ABSOLUTELY WIPED AWAY! SERIOULY, WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS EVEN?!"

Jaune and Fenris grunted, being pushed around by the continuous attacks of ice. And yet, the former was already formulating a plan. He noticed that Glassare wasn't attacking at random, he had a pattern that he was following. A window that he could use to his advantage.

Sensing the next attack coming, Jaune quickly blocked the attack with Royal Guard, surprising the White Album. With him distracted, the Arc Devil grabbed Glassare with a Buster. He dragged the blue-haired man towards him. The teen sent him into the air with a powerful uppercut, then barraged him with numerous punches, assisted by his phantom. Jumping up, he stomped down on the armored servant and spun around like a drilling, crashing him down on the ground.

Jaune jumped off, allowing for Fenris to have his turn. The Lobo generated out a beam of ice and shot it into the air. Above the writhing demon, rows of stalactites appeared and crashed down on him, trapping and piercing him to the ground.

Blood seeped out, confirming that Glassare was grievously wounded. Jaune sagged in relief, as he willed away his pseudo-Devil Trigger. He walked up to Fenris and rubbed his head affectionately, making the wolf pet bark happily.

"Well, guess that's that. Come on, let's go tell the others that we killed another one of Orochi's lackeys."

"DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT?!"

The stalactites exploded in a cloud of mist, some of its fragments piercing the unsuspecting duo. Out of the mist, Glassare rocketed out with no visible wounds, and grabbed the both of them. Once he made enough of distance, he skidded to a stop and threw Jaune directly at a particularly sharp tree branch. The aim was precise. Jaune's body was impaled on the branch, blood thickly coating it. The teen winced, not all expecting this to happen.

Glassare glared at Fenris, tightly clutching the wolf by the neck. The bespectacled demon quirked an eyebrow, taking notice of the area they were now in. He took in his surroundings and felt it all familiar to him. Jaune was in the same boat. Although in pain, he recognized where they were.

"T-This… This is where I found Fenris…" he realized.

Glassare seethed at this. His grasp on Fenris's neck getting tighter. "All this… It was right here. RIGHT FUCKING HERE?! THIS IS WHERE I LOST YOU?!" Surprisingly, however, he reined in his anger. The White Album smirked and rose the wolf into the air triumphantly. "But now? None of that even matters anymore. I'll just take what was mine in the first place!"

Then, without warning, he plunged his arm into Fenris's stomach. Jaune had just pushed himself off the tree branch when he saw this. Eyes wide, he shouted.

"FENRIS…!"

The ice-wielder tossed Fenris right at the blond, now clutching some sort of rock that had icicles sticking out of it, except they were darkly colored blue. Glassare looked upon the object with glee gleaming in his eyes.

"Finally…! After all this years of searching, I can have back my full power!"

He crushed the stone in his hands, and a black aura began to surround him. Glassare leaned back, laughing maniacally as his armor switched from light to dark colors. Jaune was unaware of what was happening, more focused on tending to his pet…his friend. Luckily, Fenris would live. The large hole in his body starting to heal up despite what happened.

Glassare looked at his fingertips, feeling the cold presence of his powers. Clutching his hands, he grinned viciously and released a blanket of hail. Jaune grabbed Fenris and wrapped himself around him, taking the full brunt of the projectiles.

"No, no. That's not enough! WHITE ICE - ABSOLUTE ZERO!"

With his mere presence, the entire area was now completely frozen solid. Every tree, plant or flowers were now encased in ice, with the grass covered in a thick blanket of snow. Glassare cackled madly, pretty happy that he was back at full strength.

Jaune could only grit his teeth as he felt himself freeze up once again. His entire body was going numb at the sheer cold. He really regret not having Red Queen with him. In his arms, Fenris whined in worry for his master as he stopped moving. He turned to the source of his master's suffering, who had also caused him many pains.

Fenris growled angrily. He felt mad at Glassare. And he never got angry. He never know to be such. But for this first time, he was. Fenris jumped out of Jaune's arms and rushed at the cackling demon. The black wolf howled and crashed into Glassare, interrupting him from his reverie. At point blank range, Fenris generated out multiple icicles and shot them all at the White Album.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" he exclaimed as he was pelted with projectiles. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STILL HAVE ICE?!"

Much to his surprise, Fenris . "Leave… my master… ALONE!"

He breathed out a large flurry of frost, covering up Glassare's visor. He panicked trying to get it off. With him distracted, Fenris fired off multiple ice shards, all of the ricocheting. The shards kept on striking the member of the Hakkeshu, forcing him back until he was backed into a tree, with a branch just as sharp as the one that impaled Jaune earlier.

Once more, Fenris created a block of ice, this time, large and blunt enough that it would shove Glassare's head into the branch. Without giving him a moment of rest, Fenris launched the large ice block. It impacted against the man and shattered, causing him to trip. Glassare screamed as blood started to pour out, but luckily for him, only the tip was inside of him.

"F-Fuck! This warm feeling…! My own blood's trickling down my back! AAAAAAH!"

Fenris ignore the man's panic and started pelting him with icy bullets, forcing the man quite further back. But then, all of a sudden, it started to ricochet out of nowhere. Fenris's eyes widened in shock as his projectiles were sent right back at him. Glassare had finally managed to wipe out the frost that covered his visor just in time to see Fenris spit out some blood, heavily panting.

"Y-You scared me there for a second, you mutt! But luckily for me, the blood that you made me spurt out worked for to my advantage! I froze it and turned it into an icy support so the branch won't pierce my body! And as for your little ice bullets? Did I forget to mention that I can control moisture as well? No? THEN TOO BAD! BECAUSE I SURROUNDED MYSELF WITH CLEAR BLOCKS OF ICE! AND NO MATTER WHERE YOU AIM, IT'LL COME RIGHT BACK AT YOU!"

The wolf didn't listen. It kept on firing out what projectiles he could muster. But true to what Glassare had said, it all went back to sender. Fenris panted, his body now riddled with holes. Unlike earlier, however, they didn't seem to heal up. The White Album sneered, realizing what this meant.

"I see. I understand now. Lord Orochi's ice was inside you for so many years, it's influence still lingers even after I took it back. But it's quite taxing, isn't it? Without Lord Orochi's ice, it drains you more than it should…to the point that it'll kill you if you overdo it. SO GO AHEAD, FIDO! AND SPARE ME THE TROUBLE OF KILLING YOU MYSELF!"

Fenris growled. He didn't even care. He needed to save his master. That's all that mattered to him. For a moment, he looked back, and saw that his master was shaking… He was recovering! He just needed more time.

The black wolf roared and relentlessly sent out more shards of ice, hoping for at least one of them to get through. But his hopes were dashed. All of his attacks returned and pierced him through his body. One more hit…and he was done for the count.

"No… Not… Here… I cannot… Die yet… My master… He still needs me!"

"I'd give up if I were you, Fido! Arc's already dead by now, and you're on your last wind! Once you die, I just need to pry myself off and cool down for a bit, before going after the others! But it looks like I don't need to wait!"

From out of the blue, a shard struck Fenris straight in the head, his eyes completely widened… He had failed. His master was going to die, and so was he. Glassare grinned, assured of his victory.

"Success! I win!"

Play - "Il vento d'oro"(You know which part)

As Fenris fell, a couple of hands caught him. Both him and Glassare looked surprised as they saw Jaune, who had finally thawed out. However, Glassare was more focused on something else. Something that made him actually scared.

"Okay, what the fuck, and why do I feel deja vu? And why does that piano sound familiar?!"

The blond looked down on his pet, who had tears in his eyes. But even in death, Fenris was happy. He licked his master one last time and his head fell back, death's embrace taking him. Jaune's eyes was then shadowed by his hair, but it didn't hide the tears that flowed down his cheeks.

"Go ahead, buddy… You can take a nap for as long as you like. You deserve it." He laid down his dead pet, standing up as the light of shattered moon shone down on him. "Thanks to Fenris, you're ripe for the taking. Even if you were a servant of Orochi, I would've given you a swift death. But now? Now you pissed me off and made things personal. Because of that," his pseudo-Trigger sprung into life, staring down menacingly on the trapped man as his eyes burned with vengeance. "I'll make it even more brutal than what I planned to!"

Fear and panic completely overtook Glassare as he screamed for mercy. But Jaune gave him none. The Son of Vergil had his phantom rapidly barrage him with numerous punches, all the while he stood back. He swiftly pulled back his Trigger and took the reins.

Equipping himself with Beowulf, he jumped and started savagely kicking him down. Inch by inch, the branch was starting to poke him even further. Jaune dropped down and switched to punching the man. Once he had enough, he grabbed Glassare by the head, and just pushed him straight in the branch.

With one last scream of agony, the White Album's hands fell limp, the branch coated in blood, brain matter and an eyeball. The armor that he encased himself with melted into water, washing away some of the blood. Jaune closed his eyes and willed away his weapons, relief and sadness filling him.

He grunted in uncertainty as he saw the ice core that Glassare had ripped out of his pet fall down. He hesitantly picked it up, before it shattered and embedded itself into his skin before he could even react. Jaune watched in curiosity as his Devil Bringer's skin changed. From a bright red, it had turned snow white. As quick as it came, it then faded.

The Son of Vergil resolved to investigate it some other time. First, he had a more important matter to attend to. He slowly walked up to the corpse of his pet, the tears coming back with a vengeance. He knelt down besides Fenris and softly caressed his head, a sad smile crossing his lips as he remembered all the good times they spent together.

He stood up and got to digging out a small hole, big enough to fit the body of an animal. Jaune gingerly removed Fenris's collar and carefully lowered him into it. He covered it up and marked it with a jagged stone, hoping to remember so he could give him a much more proper burial.

"Thank you, Fenris, for being an awesome pet... I hope you enjoy the afterlife. Goodbye, my friend."

With a tear-filled farewell, he stood up and started heading home. But, had he stayed there for a moment longer, he would've noticed the orb of light that materialized above the makeshift grave.


Jaune pushed open the door and saw most of his sisters and mother sitting at the living room, playing some sort of board game, happily laughing out loud. Patty was the first to notice him and smiled.

"Hey, Jaune. Mom bought me this new game. It's super fun! Why don't you come-"

"I'm not in the mood." he cut in, a bit rudely.

Jeanne stood up, about to admonish her son when she took notice of the dried blood that caked his clothes. "Goodness! Are you alright, Jaune? Did you get into a fight or something?"

Having been the only one present earlier when he left, Luna took notice that he was all alone.

"Hey, where's Fenris?"

Tears threatened to fall down, but he staved them off. No. He had cried enough. With a heavy heart, he instead showed them Fenris's bloodstained collar. Almost everyone immediately knew what it implied. The joyful mood vanished, replaced with the somberness that Jaune had brought. Jeanne grabbed her son and pulled him in for a comforting embrace. Jaune wrapped his hands around his mother, his eyes just filled with regret and sadness

Much later, Jaune stepped out of the shower, his body fresh and void of any blood. He was barely covered, only having a pair of boxer briefs and a tower draped over his shoulders, showing off his impressive physique. His eyes fell onto his bed and they widened in surprise.

There lay a katana completely sheathed in a black scabbard, its handle a cross of white and black. He looked at his Devil Bringer, and could sense that there were no demons nearby. But still, he was apprehensive. He approached the sword with caution and reached to it slowly.

When nothing happened, he picked it up and pulled it out, revealing the blade to be a shade of icy blue with a tint of black, and the tsuba having patterns of a wolf head and snowflakes. The katana… It reminded him of-

"Fenris?" he called out, almost pleadingly. To his surprise, the blade lightly glowed. Jaune smiled sadly as he slowly sheathed back the katana into its scabbard, and absorbed it into his arm. "You really are the best pet a man could have ever wished for. Thank you."


Back at the dungeon, Red opened his eyes and frowned deeply. Having sensed Glassare's passing. "So, ice has fallen, along with creation. And they boasted to have been strongest together, how laughable."

"We've already lost someone?" asked a female voice.

Two figures emerged out of the shadows and faced Red. The woman was beautifu, and had golden blonde hair tied up into a large bun, with a large bang sticking out that covered the left side of her hair. The other person had wavy brown hair, with a large twisting bang that hung in front of his face, almost like a noodle. His eyes could not be seen, as they were hidden by a pair of shades.

"Mature. Tenjin." he greeted. "Yes. It is unfortunate, but Spettro and Glassare are dead at the hands of our enemy. But, it's not our worries. Now, what news do you bring me?"

Tenjin bowed tensely, almost afraid. "Forgive me, but as unfortunate as it is, I was not able to find our brother who wields the earth."

It was obvious that wasn't the answer that Red had wanted. A blast of energy burst from his palm and struck Tenjin, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain as he screamed in agony. Mature could only watch in sympathy as her comrade was punished. A moment later, and Red stopped, allowing the man to breathe. He grunted in dismissal and turned to the blonde.

Getting the signal, Mature went next. "Fuego is dead. Has been for a long time. Where and when, I do not know. Even his soul is missing, and I cannot locate it."

"An unfortunate matter, but we must press on. The two of you rest up. Vice will make her move on these insect soon, and I expect results from her."

The both of them bowed and walked away, leaving Red by himself to ponder on their next move.


In all perfect honesty, I had fun writing this chapter the most. Mostly because the White Album fight in Part 5 was my favorite. Although, I apologize for the lack of ice puns. I'm not cool enough to do them. Making them chills me to the bone.

So, anyway, another of Orochi's minion is dead, Fenris is also unfortunately dead, and Jaune seems to have gained something...? All will be revealed.

Now, Dante's girlfriend has been revealed! And yes, she is exactly who you think she is! And I regret absolutely nothing. Once again, thanks for all your support, and review if you've any questions.