Hello and welcome to my story. It's going to be a bit dark.

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Tyrian Callows was anything but a good person. He was chaotic evil personified. He had no care for anyone other than Salem. She was what he wished he could become. She had power and a willingness to use it for her ends. Her unremorseful destruction and murder thrilled him to his very core.

She was his cause, his very life was hers in every sense of the word. He would unflinchingly do anything for her due to those facts. She allowed him to be himself. She was his Evil in physical form. So when she ordered him to take on an impossible task, he never questioned her once. In fact he was honored that she overestimated his capabilities. He remembered the situation vividly as he lay dying on the concrete.

Salem stood at the head of the long table where conferences were held.

"Tyrian, your time to prove yourself to me again has come. Bring me Ozpin's head. Go alone and do not return to me without it" She commanded him, leaving him no chance of rejection. Not that he would reject her orders, his devotion to her power and cause was a deep rooted devotion one would only see in fanatics.

"Yes! Immediately" He had responded.

Alone, he rushed to beacon and infiltrated it. Despite his mannerisms, he was highly skilled and easily hid himself from detection, making his way to the tower Ozpin's office was located in. However, being a competent headmaster and wise man, Ozpin had set up incredibly rigorous protection and surveillance that even Tyrian could not find. As such, he had met him as he walked down a hallway, quickly attacking him with a flurry of blows that knocked Tyrian out of a window three stories above the yard below.

His Aura had negated most of the physical damage, but Ozpin was relentless, quickly overwhelming him. Even when he returned blows against Ozpin they were superficial and did very little to him. Ozpin had tried questioning him while they fought, but he would not respond or give any information. Then with a heavy heart, Ozpin finished him off impaling his heart with his cane.

"I'm sorry my master" He managed to cough out before dying.

Tyrian woke in what could only be considered a grand hall. The tiles on the floor were shining obsidian. The pillars were shining gold as they reached thirty feet up to the ceiling that was gold and arched like a cathedral's. At the end of the hall forty in front of him was an obsidian throne that stood twenty feet tall and twelve wide. It was fairly simple but clearly delicately carved.

On it sat what he could only describe as a God. He sat at a size of fifteen feet or more. His skin was a dark tan and his eyes as red as burning coals. He had a mane of black hair similar to a lions with two long horns protruding from his forehead that curved slightly upward for two feet. He wore a purple robe that was open in the front exposing his muscular chest and defined abdomen. His pants were white and loose and stopped at his heels where he wore golden slippers that covered most of his feet.

Whatever he felt from Salem, be it power, evil or cruelty was instantly replaced by a much more intense feeling. Like a candle to the sun, his entire being was overwhelmed as he fell to the floor and prostrated himself in reverence. It was as if he had only owned one piece to a profound revelation before, and only now realized the truth of it when presented the rest of the revelation. He dared not raise his head or move until this being said for him to.

"Welcome to my domain Wretch, I am Angra Mainyu and I have called you from the afterlife to serve a purpose. Do not speak. Just listen to your duty" It said to him, as if he was just dust to it. However, he wasn't offended. Hell, he was pleased beyond measure that he could meet a being that drove him more than Salem.

"I have called you to serve me as a monster. Your soul will be imprinted inside a location of my choosing. You will then be granted a form. Your goal is to bring death, pain and destruction for me in any way you want. If you die, you will be reformed in to a weaker, pathetic monster. However, if you do as you are told, I will bless you with a powerful form and powerful abilities. Be grateful for this blessing from me worm. Now begone"

With that, Tyrian blacked out.

When he came to, he was no longer a Faunus or anything he could remember seeing for that matter. He was small, barely taller than four feet and very skinny. Almost to the point of emaciation. His skin was a dark greenish brown and he held a small stone dagger. Next to him were other creatures like him. They milled about quietly in a dirt hallway. He could tell the were in a tunnel underground by the pressure and lack of natural light.

The only light he could see was a low red glowing moss on the walls and ceiling. He felt pathetic, but then he remembered his situation. He was to bring death and destruction for his new master. Just remembering the power and evil the god radiated made his skin crawl with ecstasy.

The first thing he had to do was acclimate to his new body. He couldn't mess up and die by thinking he had his old reach and physical force. Walking past the rest of the green and brown creatures to an empty area, he began to stretch his body and do a small work out to acclimate to his new form. Next, he began swinging his stone dagger in precise and deft strikes and swings. It was a crude and unsatisfactory weapon, but it would have to do. The other creatures looked at him strangely but showed no signs of hostility or aggression.

It gave him an opportunity.

They all looked rather stupid to him. Their drooping ears, dead eyes and slumped shoulders meant they most likely were not good fighters. Granted, they had equal physiques to him, he was skilled in fighting. He was sure he could take on the other four creatures as his first test.

Walking back to the closest one he tapped it on it's exposed shoulder. It wore nothing but a ragged loincloth and held a crude club that was barely more than a stick.

It looked at him confused and tilted it's head to the side. Tyrian wanted to kill it then and there, but didn't want to be swarmed. Showing incredible restraint, he made a follow me motion with his hand. A few moments later, the dumb creature's eyes lit up with what he guessed to be understanding and it followed him. He walked rather deep down the hall and past a few curves in the path, then walked behind the unsuspecting creature and stabbed with his full strength through it's neck with his stone dagger.

It got lodged deep into it's neck and black blood spurted out of it's wound as it tried to scream. However, Tyrian was too smart to let it do that. Butting his hand over it's mouth from behind it's screams were muffled as he repeatedly stabbed it in the neck before it went limp and then exploded in a dark black smoke burst before turning to nothing. Something fell to the ground where the monster had once been. A small purple stone barely bigger than a fingernail. He picked it up and looked at it. It wasn't very impressive, so he tossed it back to the ground.

"One down, three to go" He said out loud. It came out garbled and growly, like his vocal cords were not meant for such language.

"Fuck" He cursed. His new body would have to acclimate to language. That could take a while.

Returning to the group of now three ugly little creatures, he stopped and thought about his plan. The one he was targeting was a few inches taller than him and was heavily built unlike him. He would have to take a different approach to this.

Turning around and walking away, he decided to take a look at the surrounding area. So far for as long as he could see there was a tunnel system of rock and dirt. A few hundred feet behind the group was a loose rock about eight feet embedded into the ceiling ten feet above him. From what he could see, it was held aloft by another rock pointing out from the side of the wall and a thick packing of dirt.

Then a plan came to him.

Quickly he scanned the walls and ground for lose stones.

He found a good many and over a while, he rolled them into a pile near the base of the floor below the rock hanging out and holding up the big rock. What he discovered was that said outcrop was rather brittle and easily cracked. Striking it lightly enough to crack it, but not fully break it, he stopped when he saw the big stone beginning the move in it's hold.

Running back to the group of dumb creatures, he ran up to the big one and stabbed it in it's right calf before twisting the blade.

It howled in agony before turning on him. Quickly he made a dash for the rocks he damaged earlier. The bigger creature followed him, blood spurting out of it's wound as it limped and ran after him. He would get close and inflict a superficial wound on it's arm or face to infuriate it and jump out of it's reach. Then as they came close, he stabbed it in it's right eye before yanking the dagger out, eyeball and all.

This was the final push.

He ran to the wall and stood there momentarily as the big creature ran at him like a bulldozer, attempting to crush him under it's greater weight. That was exactly what he wanted. Jumping to the side at the last second, the infuriated half blind monster did not have time to stop itself as it slammed into the solid wall. At least it expected the wall to be solid. What it did not know was that Tyrian had damaged the wall enough for a strong and heavy hit to it would shatter it. It crumbled inwards as the monster was temporarily stunned before the ceiling crumbled and the big rock fell, caving in it's head and killing it with a black burst of smoke.

"Two to go" Tyrian smiled as he relished in the murder he committed. Even though they were not humans, he was very proud of his quick thinking.

Now he could assault and kill the final weaklings without worrying. They were not armed nor were they bigger than him.

Running back to them who were sufficiently confused, they were blindsided by his flurry of stabs and to a lesser extent slashes. They could not put up a fight and died quickly. Now he was the only one in the hallway. These dumb creatures were somewhat exciting to kill, but they did not give the same satisfaction as a human or faunus. He had taken somewhat of a liking to seeing his faunus victims have that horrified look in their eyes that said "But were both faunus? Why would you do this?" as they bled their last blood of life.

However, this body was weak. It had no aura and was not even remotely as strong as a human or faunus.

He had two options. Train his body or kill more in hopes his new god would bless him. Obviously he picked the latter.

It was time he moved on from this hallway.

Walking through the empty halls, he saw lines of the small crystals that the creature he killed dropped.

Clearly there was something strong here and it excited him. He would now hunt.

Getting on his knees, he studied the ground. He realized that whatever creature he had become had excellent low light vision to the extent he could make out the details on the floor fully.

There was a set of footprints that were muffled and extended as if the person was sliding their feet along the floor.

This meant one thing. Whoever was walking was exhausted and their steps slow. The prints were small boot prints like those of a child. Easy prey and hopefully it would be a human. He loved seeing the hope leave the human children's eyes as they called for their mom or in rare cases dad.

This was an opportunity he did not want to miss.

Following the tracks, he eventually began to hear labored breathing of a young girl from a distance. The dragging of her feet on the dirt slow and labored.

He slowed down a bit and snuck up on her. She was so focused on going forward she didn't notice him creeping up on her. A trail of blood drops was mixed with her footprints as she clutched a wound on her stomach. She had short curly black hair and a light tan complexion. Two black cat ears rose from her head. She couldn't have been older than fourteen and she was rather short for her age. She wore brown chaps and a brown leather hauberk. Her vambraces where leather and she held a bow in one hand while the other held a wound on her stomach.

He had to strike now.

Running up and hitting her in the back of the head with the sharp part of his dagger, she dropped her bow with a scream and tumbled to the ground face first. Quickly taking advantage of the situation, he stabbed her in the neck like he did the other goblin. Se let out a terrified scream and writhed underneath him, but he utilized all his strength to hold her down and continue stabbing her.

Slowly her squirming became weaker and weaker. Her screams turning into pleading gurgling sobs as she was choking on her blood. Then she gave up and just lay there. Turning her over to watch the light leave her eyes as he so enjoyed in his victims, he watched her tears mix with the blood she was weakly gurgling before she eventually died.

After he checked her pulse for her death, he decided to search her for any items he could use to increase his combat efficiency. Besides the bow, she had a quiver on her right thigh with three arrows left in it. On her left thigh was a sheath with a small knife, about half the length of a small machette that he took. It was time to move on before he was caught off gaurd. Removing the girl's belt, he put it on himself. Tightening it, he now had a small bow and three arrows. Also, a steel knife that was a lot more effectived than his sharpened stone dagger.

All in all, things were going very well for Tyrian.

And cut. I hope you enjoyed my beginning chapter.