Here we are again! Wow, the last chapter got some good reactions, I am glad I was able to invite those. Sorry, it took so long for me to return to this story, I had a lot of stuff to do and a plan that has begun to take place. On the bright side, I am back and I have some time to continue. I need it because of all the work I have been putting myself through recently, it's always nice to write this story and laugh at the stuff Diam comes up with.


Beta: CrowSkull

Detective Grimm

Chapter 28


Neo silently whistled a catchy tune of a child's cartoon show that she watched many years ago. Sadly, it ended, and not so sadly, she ended the one who decided to end her favorite TV show. As a tribute to her first-ever kill, she whistled the shows tune on a regular basis when she was in the particular kind of mood she needed to be in so that she could take some lives and send them straight down to the underworld.

Did Cinder really believe that she was going to listen to her and not hurt anyone? Well, it was true that she was a little scared of her. When a woman with fire powers could destroy even the best huntsman in the world comes out of nowhere demanding you to join her service until further notice with the refusal punishment being burned alive, the natural human instinct was to be afraid of said woman. Cinder was the only person to ever scare her, ever. Until he came along at least.

Again, another uber-powerful person comes seemingly out of nowhere and just swoops right into their lives and has proven in combat just how much he outranks the competition. Oh, Neo played nice when Neo had to play nice, but quickly that fear turned into something else. Admiration, a perfectly healthy amount of attraction, and pride. Why pride? Well, she never knew that she wanted the power to snap her fingers and turn someone she didn't like into dust in what had to be the most painful way possible. Just imagine the screams. Hah, she could feel herself get wetter than lotion when you're taking a shower just by thinking about it.

Oh, and apparently Gods were real and he was one of them. Small details. Anyway, sneaking into the CCT was pathetically easy. All she had to do was use her semblance to make herself look like one of the guards and walk straight through the front door. Nobody even questioned her, it was so boring. She really wanted someone to walk up to her and ask her a question so she could give them the appropriate response of stabbing them through the throat with her sword that was being illusioned as a gun.

To be fair she was technically listening to Cinder about not killing anybody so far. It was just a few more paces to the elevator that would take her all the way up to the top of the tower and she could plant that stupid virus thing that Cinder keeps bitching about. Restraining herself was hard, unfortunately. And it got even harder when she entered the elevator with two other men besides her.

"Hey dude, do you know the Wifi password?"

"Dude, if you ask me that one more fucking time I swear to every god in existence I am going impregnate your sister again. This is the last time I am going to tell you that I do not know the goddamn Wifi password."

"You don't have to be so mean about it…"

"YES! YES, I DO! It's the only way I can get through that thick fucking skull of yours!"

Neo winced as the guy on her left raised his voice to talk back to his supposed friend.

"Hey man, I want to let you know that you have hurt my feelings and I need you to apologize to me in order to feel better about myself."

"Fuck you."

Even Neo felt that one. That's what he gets for thinking that talking to your bullies would actually help. If anyone spoke to her that way that would be the last time they spoke at all, that way the bullying ends before it could even start and manifest into something annoying.

"Oh hey, are you new?" One of them eventually asked as they finally cared enough to notice her backing away from in between the two of them. "Silent type eh?" The other rudely asked her with a condescending chuckle. If Neo could speak, she'd tell them to fuck off. But such was impossible, she lost her chance at having a voice two times including the time Diam gave her throat a healing moment.

"Sorry, you had to hear that, you know what they say. You can't fix stupid." The rude one said.

"Hey! I outrank you know."

"No, you don't! We're both privates what don't you understand about that? We came out of boot camp together."

Neo never wanted to break a promise more in her life.

"Yeah, but I'm an eagle scout." The soft one victoriously pointed out. "Which means that I was placed above you as soon as we were given our ranks. I'm a First Class Petty Officer."

"That's not even a real rank in Atlas…" The other one grumbled.

"It is in Vale, and guess where we are?"

Neo looked up at the increasing number at the top of the elevator doors. She didn't know how many floors were in the CCT by heart but it was definitely a massively tall building. Being on only the twentieth floor didn't bring her any joy when she guessed that she had around another eighty to go. It would take a few minutes to get all the way to the top, but that was another few minutes too long to spend listening to the pair of idiots sharing space with her and wasting precious oxygen every time they took in a breath into their lungs.

The two continued to ramble on and argue while Neo softly banged the back of her head against the wall of the elevator. Despite wearing a helmet in her illusion, that helmet technically wasn't real so she started to feel a bump growing on the spot where she was banging her head. A drawback of her semblance was that she couldn't use her aura to protect herself while she was using said semblance. Nobody knew that except her, not even Roman because she was afraid of worrying him too much when she was sent out to attack some people and act as the muscle of their gang. Her head started to pound and she took a look at the number again, growling silently when she saw that it only went up two floors since the last time she checked. Seriously, wasn't the CCT a gift from Atlas? One would think that would mean they would install some faster fucking elevators.

"Wait, if you're marrying my sister, that makes us cousins?"

"Oh my god-"

No, she would understand. Neo huffed and dropped the illusion, causing the two idiots to cry out of shock and a sudden degree of fear as they watched a fellow Atlesian soldier in full armour and ordinance suddenly turn into a small girl with a colorful color scheme. They grew even more afraid when she drew out a thin out of an umbrella that looked cuter than it had any right to look and pointed it at them. Considering that they were in a tight space, the sword was already at one of their necks before they could even react.

She was betraying Cinder anyway, might as well betray her and have fun with it.


The elevator dinged once and for all as it opened and two bodies fell out with holes in their necks and chest. Neo stepped out with a content sigh, smiling at her work of art before snapping her fingers and watching the bodies and blood disappear into the illusion of her semblance. She huffed a happy huff and walked toward the nearest set of computers.

She'd done her part for both sides once she stuck the scroll Emerald gave her earlier inside the open port on the computer. It was all up to him now, and she was willing to wait a decent amount of minutes before using her semblance to escape.

As she waited she went through her scroll and looked at all the pictures of Emerald and Mercury kissing her feet. Boy… she never thought that silver-haired boy would look so hot with her toes in his mouth. She looked forward to doing that again.


Liam watched the early dance unfold with a content glint in his eyes. His apprentice Ruby may have been unconscious in the corner, but that didn't tarnish the entire experience whatsoever. Last he checked, the silver-eyed girl's sister was dancing with her equally as an indisposed partner while his brother's apprentice Weiss continued to, as the younglings say, shred the piano and continued to provide the music for all of the mortals to dance too.

He didn't interact with the students and stood off by himself at the ledge of an indoor balcony the floor above, looking down at all of the mortals. Some time ago, a very long time ago, he might have mingled with the mortals. These times were different however, religion was scarce and the tale of the brothers was so old it was rendered a folk tale and there were so few people left who remembered their existence as a fact. A part of him wondered if he should be offended by that, being forgotten so easily. But the more mature part of him ought to have been impressed by the creations he once deemed unworthy of the presence of Gods. They have certainly managed to take care of themselves for the past few millennia.

Well, most of the new humanity has. The old ones, which consisted of just one man and one woman at this point were still at each other's throats. His eyes strayed from the crowd and to a group of three, the headmaster of Beacon, the General of Atlas, and Ozpin's little secretary Glynda. All three of them conspired against Salem, it was obvious with the way they carried themselves around one another even in such a relaxed environment. Ironwood looked to his fellow headmaster not as an ally but as a friend as well, but there was a hint in his eyes that suggested that he has known Ozpin for longer than his time as simply Ozpin. Glynda shared a part in that as well, only she was much more recent.

Don't even get him started on Salem. The God of Light never even met the ones who were working with her, but they all had to be mentally ill or unstable in such a way that they would honestly help her destroy the members of their own race. Surely they must have known that they were part of humanity, right?

Knowing that his brother had a hand in creating humans as well made him doubt even his own thoughts.

Liam sighed. "My, have I been experiencing issues as well?" He asked with a light chuckle, taking a page out of his brother's book. He knew that he was becoming somewhat fond of his creations as well. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't after all, much less become a professor just to help pass the time.

"I certainly hope not," The summoned angel's voice called out to him as she hovered gently to the ground behind him.

"Ah, Celeste." Liam turned around to greet the angel. "It is great that you have come."

"Hard not to when a literal part of my commanding me to listen to everything you two say, son." Celeste smugly remarked.

"Oh dear, is that the doing of my younger brother?" Liam laughed. He almost forgot that Celeste was supposed to be playing the role of their mother. It would have been easier to sell the idea if Celeste didn't take the form of a beautiful woman with angel wings, but it's too late to change it now. Much too late. Everyone already knew her and everyone already… well… wanted to know more about certain aspects of her.

Never again would he be curious about what the current day teenage boy matter of thought was like. Never. He doesn't need that kind of negativity in his life.

"Well, as you can see there's quite a party going on at the moment," Liam looked down at his brother dancing around with Winter Schnee. Being the former heiress of the SDC Winter proved to be an amazing dancer, while Diam literally crammed the mind of every great dancer known to Remnant before and after its first extinction event. Despite that, he toned it down a decent amount for her sake. What mattered most was that they were having fun, his brother was having fun. This was a far cry from the dangerous rebel he used to be much time ago.

"I can tell," Celeste said with a sigh as she folded her wings behind her back and leaned forward on the railing with her elbows beside him. "I was told that this dance was not for another few weeks."

"Me too." Liam chuckled. "Then he decided to change that."

"Ozma really is much too submissive for his own good."

"True, but really, what can one do about it when the God of Darkness demands such a thing from them? I'm not sure if he wants to experience dying, being brought back to life, only to die again on repeat any more than he has already." The God of Light pointed out. "A dance party is the least that Diam could demand. I'm surprised he hasn't already made himself headmaster or made all of the Grimm form some kind of congo line outside of the walls of this kingdom just to screw with the humans."

"I'm surprised that you've installed yourself within such humans," Celeste said. "Weren't you the one who said that Gods should no longer mingle with the mortals?"

"I made a decision," Liam let out a sigh. "My brother clearly isn't going to stop this any time soon and it's not like I can force him to do what I say anymore. I just decided that instead of constantly stressing over him returning to our home I'd see what has made him so interested in humans again."

"And your thoughts?"

"Still humans," The God shrugged. "Some are good, some are bad, some are weird and oddly shaped. Just as was our intention in creating them. I personally don't see anything special about them other then them being a product of my creation."

"Yet you've taken a young girl as an apprentice." Celeste pointed out, sparing a glance toward Ruby Rose as she did so.

"Something I am exploring in order to better understand my brother and his intentions." Liam shrugged off. "She is one of the great ones." He admitted, knowing that he cannot lie. "Speaking of which, the two of us have mingled with humans and that is known between the three of us. Why don't you go down and see what we mean yourself?"

"You can't be serious," Celeste said, surprised at such a suggestion. "I am but an advisor to you two brothers, not to mention I am an angel. No human would be able to understand-"

"Celeste, there is no human on this planet who wouldn't at least try to understand you." Liam coughed and looked away. "Some more than others."

Celeste sighed and hung her head. "Do I have too?" She whined as a young girl would when she didn't really want to do anything. "I'd rather just go hide and wait until one of you needs me."

"It is a direct order I'm afraid," Liam laughed. "Go talk to one of the adults, try and make a friend."

Celeste couldn't say no and nodded her head. Silently, she looked around the ballroom in search of someone worth her time. Ozma was a definite no for obvious reasons, the headmaster of Atlas as well. There was something about James Ironwood that put her off like there was something unnatural and natural at the same time. It was a weird feeling that she didn't want to explore. Glynda? Absolutely not. She would no become one of the friends of Diam's cum dumpster.

She nearly gave up until she saw the last person that caught her eye. A red-eyed man with slowly greying black hair, red eyes, a stubble of a beard growing on his face and laughing as he drank with some of the other teenage boys. She narrowed her golden eyes at him and wondered. Was he the one?

Oh, and he seemed to notice her staring as well. He looked around just in case she was looking at anyone else but after a moment he realized that she was, in fact, looking at him. He smiled back at her and waved, to which Celeste nodded her head and flew down to him. Landing gently before him and pushing away the students in order to have the red-eyed man all to herself.

"And there she goes…" Liam whispered underneath his breath as he watched what unfolded. "I wonder how that will turn out." For now, he would just be present. He might see how his apprentice was doing maybe, he's done all he could for the night, however.

Though, he couldn't shake this feeling, in his brother and his angel. What was it… Pride. Yes, that was it. He was proud.

It was a good feeling.


"You," Celeste said as she landed in front of Qrow. "What's your name?" She asked.

"You can fly with those wings!?" Qrow asked, shocked. "They're real!?"

"That… is an odd name."

"What? Oh, no, my name is Qrow." Qrow smirked and extended one hand toward the angel. "Qrow Branwen. You a friend of the new professor up there?"

"An old friend, yes." Celeste nodded. "My name is Celeste, by the way. I was told that I should make new friends myself. You happened to catch my eye."

Qrow recoiled back as if a wet fish slapped him in the tooth. "I did?" He asked, genuinely surprised. He didn't have a whole lot of luck with women, sometimes he had some fun nights but that was all they were. Single nights. And never before did one of them come up to him. It was a change of pace and he didn't know if he'd have to get used to or not. "I mean, what about me caught your eye?"

"Your face," Celeste evidently, did not have much experience either. "Your eyes too. Why are they red?"

Qrow blinked, confused. "I don't know, they just are." He didn't know why he asked his next question, but his sense of humor got to him. "Why is your skin brown?"

"I was created this way."

Huh, that was a new one.

"Well," Qrow laughed and leaned against the wall behind him. "You're an interesting one, eh?" He took a glance up and down her body and whistled internally, she was beautiful, the exotic kind of beautiful. He's never seen anything like it, it was almost like she wasn't from the same planet as him.

Celeste shrugged, crossing her arms and mimicking Qrow's body language. "Perhaps, you are as well. With your red eyes and… hair."

"Hah, so are you with your brown skin and… eyes." Qrow said, smiling.

Celeste looked back and slowly felt a smile form on her lips. She liked this one.

She felt like she was doing a good job so far. She wondered what approach she should take next. The God of Light was much more professional, but she knew that some people would see that as boring. The God of Darkness was much less professional and would probably seduce Qrow. She was an angel and as such, she wouldn't give away the pleasantries of her body so easily. So… something in the middle would do.

"You are free tomorrow," She stated. "Let us spend the day together."

"I- Okay!" Qrow wasn't about to say no anytime soon. Celeste's smile grew larger and she made to leave, but before that Qrow called out to her one last time.

"How do I get in touch with you?" He asked her, adorably desperate at that.

"I'll come to you," Celeste replied while still walking away, looking over her shoulder as she did so.

Huh… that was easy. She thought to herself as she left the ballroom and flew up into the sky.

Huh… that's what she said. Qrow thought to himself with a soft chuckle as the beautiful woman walked away with a stride. I guess I should find some of my better clothes again… and send a call to Tai for some advice.


Diam was having a blast, he was dancing with his partner, he got some kids drunk, the headmaster was afraid of him, and the heiress was playing a piano right to his tune. Everything was perfect, everything was well. He could do this all day.

It didn't look like the Specialist could however, her face was getting red and she was moving a little slower than they were in the beginning. Also, her social battery seemed to be running out quickly. Knowing the Specialist, he assumed that she would have trouble with being in crowds and social activities for long. She was a soldier first and a person second. Though ever since he came along, she's been exploring the personal side of herself much more. Soon, he'd stop for her sake and let her do what she wanted, with the General of Atlas here it wasn't a mystery that his right-hand woman would be in Vale as well. She'd need the rest for the work that would come afterward anyway, and he'd need some time to mull and get over the fact that he started this entire event just to forget what he and Glynda talked about earlier that morning.

"Can you still keep up?" Diam asked his partner as they brought the end of another one of their combo dance maneuvers to an end.

"How can you still move so well?" Winter asked, taking in slightly deeper breaths than she had before.

"Magic," Diam winked at her, the Specialist rolled her eyes but smirked out of amusement. "Also this ripped body of mine, I have the stamina for to last days."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"And I shall take that advice and-" Diam stopped moving suddenly as he sensed something dark. Two flashes of darkness as two souls left this plane of life. He turned his neck to the left and up toward a very tall tower. The CCT if he remembered correctly. "Someone just died."

"What?" Winter recoiled, confused.

"Two people, actually." Diam went on, narrowing his eyes. "At the top of the CCT."

"What!?" Entering back into her soldier mood, Winter stepped away from him and checked herself for her weapon, finding it still comfortably attached to her hip. "We have to get there immediately!"

Diam couldn't agree more, but he would go alone. He could sense Neo's presence. He knew that she was at Beacon already, but him being distracted he didn't notice her sneaking under the radar and getting up into the tower the entire time he's been dancing with the Specialist. She was on his turf and ended lives on his turf, as long as he was there, Beacon was place he enjoyed to be.

"Be right back," Diam said as he snapped himself away, ignoring Winter's cry for him to wait and bring her with him.

He appeared again in the computer office on the very top floor of the tower by himself. Neo wasn't even trying to hide, she sat on top of one of the desktops and smiled and waved at him the moment he appeared in the same room as her. Diam looked around and sighed at the sight of two dead bodies shrouded in what he could only assume was the energy and aura of Neo's illusionary semblance. They were hidden well and dragged to the corner of the room. Even the blood was cleaning up, Neo clearly has done this before and knew how to hide a body. He sighed and walked up to her, a demanding expression on his face as he stopped just a few feet away from her.

"Neo, what are you doing up here?" He asked her with as serious a tone as he could muster.

To her credit, Neo was smart enough to be nervous and afraid. Though she hid it well. She stuck a hand in her pocket and knowing that she wouldn't be able to ever hurt him, Diam allowed it without question. Neo fumbled with her scroll and pulled up a picture. The wrong picture by the way Neo's face paled when she saw through the other side of the scroll that the picture was of Mercury and Emerald kissing her feet.

"Interesting, I've done that before," Diam said with a continued flat expression. "Never would have pegged you as the kind to enjoy getting your feet worshipped, but what is the point of this?"

Neo waved one hand wildly back and forth as she swiped through many, many pictures of dead bodies and other moments where her feet were caressed and kisses by others until she came to a recording. Diam's eyes narrowed as he increased the sense of his hearing the best he could, Neo hit play and the recording started.

Visually, there was nothing special about it, it seemed that Neo hid the scroll in her pocket as what was said was being said.

Cinder, he immediately recognized her voice, commanded Neo to sneak into the CCT and plant a virus in the computer. What she also emphasized was telling her, Mercury, and Emerald that Diam is the God of Darkness. Which had Diam raising an eyebrow and snickering to himself silently. It seemed that he left an impression on the woman after the events at the docks. By the sound of her voice, she was scared of him and rightly so, he was more powerful than Salem. So much so that it wasn't even a contest. It made him wonder why she was even attempting to continue her plans while he was still around. Hm, now that he thought about it, Salem must know about him now, what does she think of this whole situation?


"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Salem shrieked constantly as she threw an entire Beowolf through a window, and then stomped down on a Creep that was bowing down to her.

Hazel, Watts, and Tyrian all hid under the table, all wondering what could have gone so horribly wrong that their Queen was screaming to the high heavens cursing God, Destiny, and Fate itself.


Probably the same as Ozma. Surely.

"So, she made you do this?" Diam asked as the recording came to an abrupt end just before Emerald bent down to kiss her foot.

Neo nodded her head desperately.

Diam nodded his own head in turn. It made sense, but something still didn't seem right to him. "But she said not to kill anyone." He pointed out.

Neo waved her arms and hands around in wild gestures, pointed toward the two dead bodies and then back to him and then to herself at last. She then changed her appearance to that of his partner before returning to her pink, white and brown usual look. Somehow, Diam understood it all.

"I see, you needed my attention somehow." He huffed. "I can see why then, though I don't really care for the two that you killed you know that they are going to be found out eventually and the others are not so carefree as I am."

Neo clasped her hands together and gave her best puppy eyes look to him.

"Neo…" Diam crossed his arms. "I can't simply snap away the dead bodies from existence.."

Neo took her scroll back out and replayed the part about Cinder explaining to her that he was the God of Darkness and therefore implied to have omnipotent power. Which he did to a certain extent have.

"I don't see how that changes anything," Diam smirked victoriously down at her. "I am still the God here, and you are simply mortal. You can't force me to do anything for you."

Neo made herself look like Weiss and continued her pleading pout.

Diam cursed that such a simple trick actually had an effect on him. It was small, but he could feel his eyes soften ever so slightly and his human heart squeeze in on itself as his human emotions made him feel bad suddenly. He knew it wasn't the heiress, but his human body was still human, and as such, it had issues.

"Fine," Diam relented and snapped his fingers. "I'll erase their existence so that no one would even remember they were ever born. Don't ask me how it works. It's just the magic of a god."

Neo turned back to normal and thrust a fist in the air as the dead bodies turned to dust before them. Once the deed was done, she bowed her head toward him and silently promised to become his worshipper as if she wasn't doing so already. Diam told her to get out of there and so she did, smiling and winking at the God in disguise as she did so. With a resigned sigh, Diam looked at the scroll that she left in the computer, the symbol of a black queen chess piece flicking on and off with a big red screen and an alignment of coding that was probably not good.

"Hm, that can't be good," Diam said out loud absentmindedly. "Meh, Ozma and his infinite knowledge should be able to figure it out himself. My job is done here, I should get back to the ballroom before the Specialist throws a fit and freaks out."

He snapped his fingers and teleported away in the next second. Right after, the elevator panel that he was keeping an eye on before he left dinged at last. Before the doors even opened all the way Winter burst through, her swords at the ready and mind sharpened to kill.

"Who's there!?" She yelled as she looked about the room in search of something that would be able to slay two guards- Wait, two guards? Were there two guards? She didn't remember correctly. She felt confused as she looked around, finding nothing but a pile of dust in the corner. It wasn't even purple this time, so it couldn't have been Diam's doing.

"What was I doing here again?" She asked in her confusion as she walked toward a row of computers. She found her reasoning for being there when she noticed a black queen chess piece symbol surrounded by red blinking on every screen in the room.

"That can't be good," She sighed as she holstered her weapons. "I should probably report that to the General and the Headmaster."


Diam returned to the scene of the dance and marveled once again at his doing. This was a good night, though he was disappointed in finding out that Winter had fled the ballroom after he teleported away, he didn't feel like answering questions and getting yelled at so he didn't go after her. She'd find out about the little virus thing and the mortals would be able to handle it well enough. And even if things did get a little too rough for them then he'd be more than happy to have a little fun in solving their problems for them for a small fee of leaving him the fuck alone like Glynda was very much failing at doing at that very moment.

"Don't ignore me Diam, we need to talk."

Diam continued to ignore her and walked through the crowd, by the punchline, through the crowd again, played a piano song to give Weiss a break and then before he knew it the party was nearing its end. He found Mercury and Emerald as he was walking around, but they weren't causing any problems so he left them alone for now. Though he did send them a kind glare warning them to not cause any problems that he'd be forced to correct himself. In which they submissively looked away and left the room.

"Diam!" Glynda yelled after him again.

Finally, he had enough of it.

"What is it, Glynda? It's a little late for a booty call and I am afraid that I am not interested at the moment." Diam replied as he rounded on the blonde woman.

"Don't try and throw me off," Damn it, Glynda was smarter than she'd looked, and she finally learned to adapt to his personality. "You can't expect me not to have questions after our previous conversation. I need to know something about you and you are the only person I can go to for this."

Diam looked back at her and slowly realized what she was getting at. It made sense, she kept staring at him the entire dance, expecting him to go to her as he usually did. Only he didn't this time, he decided to ignore it and spend the rest of the night thinking about anything else but that. He revealed more than he ought to have allowed himself in the heat of the moment, and it was only natural for human instinct to deem it worthy for Glynda to pursue that line of thought and question him.

"What is it?" Diam asked once they walked to a more quiet part of the ballroom, his eyes glowing purple faintly as he awaited her voice.

Glynda felt her heart sink as she stared into his eyes, but like the huntress she was, she faced down that fear and swallowed it up. Her green eyes stared into his, the creator of the Grimm and punisher of the damned.

"Who are you," She finally asked him after some tense moments of silence. "What are you?"

Diam simply smiled at her, his tired eyes narrowing as he shook his head left and right.

"It seems that you already know, Glynda." He said as he cupped her chin with two fingers. "I've tried telling you before, but you never did believe me. Until now, it seems."

"You…"

"Yes," Diam confirmed her unvoiced suspicions. "I am." And it was about time that she figured it out.

It wasn't like he kept calling himself a God the entire time anyway. If he really wanted to hide it from her, he wouldn't have kept spending time with her, giving her time to figure it all out.

Glynda's eyes widened with shock, and then she turned and ran away. Leaving Diam to sigh to himself and go about the rest of the night with a dull feeling in his mind.

Nostalgia.


And there we go, someone else finally figures out who Diam really is. Celeste accidentally asked Qrow on a date, Liam is doing his usual thing and Neo is Neo and Mercury still has a foot fetish. All according to plan, of course. See you all next time!

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