Don't Own Rwby, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
"Powerful Creatures Speaking, like a dragon or a god"
Divinity System
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)
"Willow."
The white-haired woman flinches. "O-Oh! A-Asmodeus! How are you!"
"I'm fine... I just wanted to apologize." I sigh.
"For what?" The girl asks.
"I realize that Marrying you was born out of convenience for both of us, protection from suiters for you, and expeditions for me... but... I... realized that you deserve more than that... and I want to apologize for being more or less absent for the past month... now, you are pregnant... and I'm not going to be some shit absent parent... I'm going to take responsibility." I explain. "I'm going to try and spend as much time with you as I can, and give you the marriage you deserve... after all, I've already tainted your purity... so it is my responsibility."
"Y-You're going to-" a smile slowly appears on her face as she slowly gets up, she then walks towards me and wraps her arms around me, bringing me into a hug. "I'm glad..."
I slowly nod. "Uh... ditto?"
Pov: Elsewhere, a couple of days before.
"Bart my boy, I don't think there's much more to find around here." An older round man huffs as they slowly make their ways through caves of ice, a warm glow from the sun above casting light through the strange construction.
"Nonsense, Peter." The green haired man scoffs as he takes a drink from his thermos. "There's always more to explore! Like where does this tunnel go? Perhaps we will find an ancient civilization, or a forgotten city!"
"You're right!" The older man grins before his face falters as he glares at 'Bart's' thermos "I don't understand why you had to make of those newfangled... 'mechashift' weapons."
He places his blunderbuss axe on his shoulders. "A good bayonette should be all you need!"
"No, no... they laughed at me when I wanted to use a thermos into a weapon, Peter."
*Clunk-Clunk-Chzz*
It extends into a club. "With this, my power is unending... those who laughed at me will laugh no more!"
"…"
"Hn." The older man hums.
"Oh? What's this?"
The green haired man blurs ahead, leaving the older mustached gentleman to jog and catch up.
When he finally does, he sees the green haired man crouching before something.
"Hoh? What have you found?" The mustached man asks as he struts over.
The green haired historian slowly lifts a claw made out of some purple gemstone.
"By the gods!" Peter gasps. "The craftsmanship, the material! Exquisite!"
"…"
"…"
"What is it." He states after a couple seconds of silence.
"I... do not know... it has markings on the palm, so it must have some sort of importance."
"Well it seems like we must simply go forwards!" Peter grins as he lets out a hearty laugh, he gestures down the tunnel.
"I suppose so..." Bart agrees.
"OHO! Bart my boy, it appears we have done it!" The older man grins.
The two are currently stood before a round door with many symbols on it, along with three dots and an indent in the shape of a claw.
"Some sort of... tomb? Or vault perhaps?" Bart mutters to himself, fixing his glasses as he leans ever so closer. "These symbols and holes... is this claw... a key?"
The portly older man chuckles. "Why don't we crack it open, then?"
The historian looks between the claw in his hands to the door, then back to the claw. "Port, if you would, please turn the rings to Dotted square without a bottom, backwards F, and an arrow... top to bottom in that order."
"On it, my good man." The mustached huntsmen nods.
*Chrrrr* The grinding of stone reaches their ears as the rings are turned to mimic what was written on the palm of the claw.
Oobleck slowly steps over to the door and inserts the claw's nails into the holes.
Nothing seems to happen for a moment, so he twists it.
With ease, the stone turns sideways, the rings around the circle rapidly spin, the symbols upon it lighting up brightly and leaving a glowing ring as they continue spinning at high speeds.
It slowly begins sliding downwards, into the floor.
"Huah! We have done it, lad!" Port cheers. "Now, what lies beyond?"
Beyond the door, it is... dark.
They are immediately on guard, as the only thing they can see, is a floating crystal and two glowing white eyes.
The green haired historian reaches for a lamp at his waist, but before he can turn it on-
*FWOOSH*
Torches around the room ignite into purple flames.
They lower there weapons slightly as they see that it's just a statue reflecting the crystal's white light.
"My... word..." Port slowly begins as the two step into the room.
"Incredible." Oobleck nods as he looks to the wall.
He quickly scans through the first couple of images. "Port! Do you know what we have discovered?!"
"A dust crystal?" The portly old man asks while looking to said dust crystal. "I've not seen anything quite like this before... the closest would have probably been ice dust... but that's more of a light blue than a white."
Oobleck stares blankly at the older man. "Don't touch anything until I get a couple of pictures."
The historian pulls out a camera from his backpack and begins setting it up on its stand.
"Of course, my boy! They wouldn't believe we spotted a floating crystal unless we first have gained proof! We are going to be famous! Into the history books for sure!"
*Flash*
The camera takes a picture.
*Flash*
*Flash*
*Flash*
*Flash*
Port gestures towards the walls. "What do you make of this, my boy?"
"It's a story..." Oobleck states with a small frown.
He begins looking along the murals. "it shows the creation of remnant... and the twin gods... I don't know if those are accurate, but it seemingly depicts them as dragons..."
"Aren't two of the continents shaped like dragons, my boy?"
"…"
"Maybe the image of the gods were based around the shapes of the continents? Hrm... but how would they have been able to get high enough to see the shape of the continents thousands of years ago?" Oobleck asks "Anyways, it appears that all was well... until a woman... and a dead relative perhaps? Husband? Brother? Father? She seems to have gone to the light god, wishing for him- it... to revive him?"
"Or, she could have stolen that body from the god of light." Port suggests. "To use as a focus for some sort of ritual of some sort."
Oobleck continues without missing a beat, ignoring Port's suggestion. "Then she went to the dark god... and it revived the man... only for the god of light to show up and kill him again... and... curse the woman with... immortality?"
"Hrm... then shouldn't said woman still be around?"
"I... am not sure... but... it seems the gods cursed her with eternal life so she couldn't be with the man who died..." Oobleck sighs. "Next, she seemed to rally the people against the god of light... and the god of darkness e-erased everyone... creating dust and destroying half the moon."
"Hrmph." I Peter scoffs. "I've already wondered why the moon was split in half."
"It had been assumed that a large object from deep space struck it long ago, perhaps a meteor... but... it says here that it was split by the twin gods merely leaving." Oobleck whispers. "And there has been evidence of some sort of mass extinction event millennia ago... but..."
His eyes move along. "This states there was a third god? He appeared not too long after the first two left... wandered the planet searching for any life... then, upon finding nothing... created new creatures and recreated humanity before making the faunus?! but... he lost his power?"
He turns to the statue. "is... this what he was supposed to look like? The mural said he had silver eyes... and this crystal... he used something similar to create those winged figures, humanity, and faunus-kind. is it... life... dust?"
"oho! My boy, why don't we get this back to the Schnee heiress, we're bound to have a big check for the discovery of a completely new type of dust!" Port grins as he reaches out to grab the crystal.
He freezes in place as it glows brightly.
Four orbs of white light split off from the crystal and float to the empty sets of armor stood before the four pillars.
The two men watch in caution as white begins glowing through the metallic visor.
In sync they tear their great swords from the floor.
"DAMN IT, PETER!" Oobleck roars.
Pov: Returned
Ahhh... there is nothing I love more... than seeing Ozpin's unsettled face upon hearing of my little head canon of the history of the world...
He wouldn't know that it's bullshit... he was brought back to life after humanity made its return... the only person who would know it's all a massive lie... is Salem...
And she is a bit... preoccupied at the moment.
I slowly swallow as she stares at herself in the mirror... wearing nothing but jeans and a bikini top.
She strikes a couple of poses, a cabinet behind her moved in front of the door so she wouldn't be forced to brutally murder someone if they decided to walk in on her in order to keep her secrets...
Of cosplaying...
I blink several times as I come back to my own reality.
After becoming a lesser deity- and because if my perspective domain- I have basically gained the ability to be omnipresent... even in my demi-god form, which is a lot weaker than my lesser deity form, I have like two tabs open that I can tab back into at any point... buuut I still know what is generally going on in them... my brain calculates what is going on, but it is only a small portion, I can be all 'oh yeah, Salem is sending an army to Vale', but I won't actually physically hear or see her... I'll just know...
When I bump it up to lesser deity form, however, it's practically everything nearby a reflection over half the planet!
Anyways... back to the task at hand...
Salem cosplaying in a bikini.
I grab Summer's arm and tug her towards the back of our home. "I need you for a moment."
"Wait, what?"
"I am in need of some help of the girlfriend-slash-married variety." I deadpan as I blankly tug her through the mirror, leading to the middle of literally nowhere.
Willow lets out a sigh. "Do I... look fat to you? I feel fat."
"It's called pregnancy... and it's completely normal." I state with a small frown as I fiddle with a sword hilt.
Willow... has indeed been getting a bit... 'fat'. Buuut it's sort of understandable considering little Wiess is growing inside her.
She pouts. "So, I am fat."
"No... you just have a baby inside of you... there's a difference." I state as I keep trying to put a small white crystal into the top of the golden T shaped handguard.
It pops out again.
"Mnnn." I frown as I put it back inside.
"What... are you even doing?" Willow asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Making 'Light Weaponry' that I am going to fill my next vault with." I answer as the crystal finally stays.
"'Vault'?" She asks.
"Oh yeah, I'm calling them 'vaults' now... y'know... because of the doors... this one I have been working on for... nearly a month now... I'm making a massive armory with dozens of light weapons... theeen a mech suit powered by magic that will attack people who enter- can't have a dungeon without a boss after all- then maybe a holographic globe pointing towards other vaults? This is practically my magnum opus- at least until I make 'the great vault' in the middle of all the other vaults that rises out of the sea when the rest are looted or something... what do you think I should put in the other ones, Willow?"
"U-Uh... I don't know?!"
"hrm... well, I'm already considering a prison... I might try and trap a titan grimm in it or something... annnyways... after they find a couple more, could you try and coin the term 'Vault hunters' for me?"
"I... will try my best." She nods.
I smile slightly. "Honestly, thank you for taking care of the S.D.C. side of things... I... probably couldn't handle high-class society."
"It's no problem... thank you for becoming more of a loving husband than Jacques ever would have been." She replies.
"Don't thank me for that... honestly, you deserve more than me..."
"You have increased our profits with this 'life dust'… our scientists have been testing it- sparingly as we only have the one shard- nonstop... the grimm can't stand it... they actively avoid it, and if they touch it, well... they melt." She nods. "People are frothing at the mouth to get a piece even the size of my fingernail... weapons manufacturers, farms, construction companies, hospitals... we've gone through not even a sixteenth of the crystal, and we have found that it heals better than any currently used dust medicine, enhances the growth of plants, and probably even more."
"Then these people are really going to go apeshit over this vault..." I note as I look over the sword.
She frowns at my crass language as I rub my finger over the small indent on the very center of the handguard.
The handle begins slowly draining my aura. *FWOOSH*
A bright dual-sided blade of white light explodes from the crystal poking upwards out of the handle.
I swing it forwards slightly, the blade doesn't falter.
Willow widens her eyes as she stares at it. "What is that-"
"This is a 'Gold' variant of my light sword... it drains the wielders aura through the handle, much like the Silver and Copper variants, but this one drains the most... and as a result, the weapon is much stronger... the crystals inside don't actually drain... they are just used to focus the aura channeled through them, and change the aura into this light blade..."
I tilt my head. "The crystal turns the blade into light energy... not life energy... so I don't know how exactly it would affect a non-grimm, but it does tear through the Grimm like they are made of paper."
The woman- my wife, technically- smiles. "The grimm have no chance, do they?"
"If they are alone, yes. But if their master, the dark god, comes back... I would probably get absolutely slaughtered..." I scoff as I turn the blade off.
"W-What?"
"Oh yeah, I am only a lesser deity... and considering a lesser deity is like twenty times stronger than a demi god- that's what I was when I fought you in the Yytal festival by the way, and not even a strong one at that- it's safe to assume an intermediate deity like the dark god would be twenty times stronger than a lesser deity." I explain with a grim frown... heh... grimm frown.
"…" She is silent.
"He did blow up the moon, you know." I shrug.
"W-Wait! T-that story was real?!" Willow asks.
"Well, everything up until the point where the gods left at least..." I hum as I lay the sword's hilt on a nearby table. "After that, it's complete lies... I didn't create humanity or faunus... hell, I'm only eighteen years old... I only know that old story because I asked the world itself its perspective on the twin gods, and it's response was. "Twin idiots who got offended for a woman asking for her husband to be reborn, cursed her with immortality so she couldn't be with said husband, then after she tried to revolt because of her unfair treatment, kill all of humanity, then fuck off into space."
"Hell, I don't even know where they went... they probably created a new world after they deemed this one a 'failure', then got bored of it and killed everything there as well... it's like there two fucking toddlers playing house! Then pretending to be some sort of giant monster and walking through their dollhouses, stomping on all their toys."
"…"
"Sorry about my god rant, its just that... I know what it's like to be weak... I apricate people... they aren't just something I could just toss away blatantly... did you know, that my twenty two thousand or so followers... count for literally more than ninety-seven percent of my current power? How could you just toss away... all of your work... because you just want to be a dick?"
I let out a sigh. "Just, what's the point?"
Willow scoots over to me and gently pats my back. "Hey... at least you have a conscience... you can fix their mistakes..."
"I'll try..." I frown. "It's... a lot of pressure."
She presses my head against her chest. "You're doing a good job already..."
"Thanks... Willow."
She brushes my short hair out of the way of my forehead, then kisses it. "No problem, Asmodeus... I'm here for you if you need me."
Ah... it's nice that he isn't being a colossal asshole to the mothers of his three other children... well, except Raven... she likes the distance... she's weird.
Guest Reviews:
Guest001: I know how old she is. And fucking yes, it was a KEY PLOT POINT that Ruby Rose was 2 years younger than the rest of Team Rwby, so yes, I know how old she is as well... I'm not a dumbass, friend... and as this is a fanfiction, canon characters can be born before they normally would... Finally, there is no reason for 'Yang' to be called 'Yang' anymore as her father isn't TaiYANG, but as a nod to the original person, Deus will name her Yin. The opposite of Yang.
Reader 451: Probably the latter this time around... also Neo fuckin deserves better, man... I'm just waiting in silent horror for the moment they ruin her character and reveals she talks with a voice similar to Mr T.
AL: I mean, he could, technically... now I'm just imagining Rwby characters with borderlands splash screens.
PersonMcPerson: Haven't actually thought of a good name for his god form yet... I'm thinking 'Demiurge' perhaps? What do you all think?