Hello my lovely peeps!
Oh damn, been quite a while since i looked at this one, even longer then "Jaune Of The Faint Smile" and yes, we are BACK BABY! Been trying to do this one for a while and to be honest, i had lost my muse for this one but now it's back! Or maybe, it's because iv'e been playing my new addictions and what is, in my own opinion, the BEST RPG of all time and what RPG games SHOULD act like:
Mass Effect Legendary!
All three ME games in one! None of that Andromeda shit and while ME 1 does leave a little to be desire, ME 2 is brilliant and while i haven't got a crack at ME 3, it was actually the very first Mass Effect game i ever planned, allowing me to fall in love with the series. But enough of that, as i don't own nothing.
So please read, review and "What the fuc-BOOM"
Chapter 1: The Second Coming Of Death's Right Hand
Balance.
It is an essential part of the universe. There can be no life without Order, Good, evil... darkness, light, humans, Faunus, Grimm, - there must be Balance in the Universe. In every world, timeline and parallel reality there has to be balance. In Remnant, one of the many other worlds that hold it's own unique life had balance. But the balance was, how shall we say, disrupted.
Badly.
Humans and Faunus were suppose to work together, to defeat their mortal enemy:
The creatures of Grimm.
But instead of joining forces with the Faunus, humans instead feared and hated them. And why shouldn't they, as they were unlike anything they've ever seen and their own natural abilities were beyond terrifying to normal people. Not only were their abilities beyond anything normal people could hope to counter, they were in terms of personality:
Cold.
Ruthless.
Focused.
And were willingly to do, whatever it took to get what they wanted. Even if that meant using the most brutal methods possible, to the point they could be classified as high functioning psychopaths. Towards anyone that was not one of their own kind and while they can get along with others not one of their kin, their normal stoicism can be very of putting.
But this was simple their default expressions, as keeping a tight ring over their emotions is what prevents their powers from going out of control. There was a price for everything and having psychic powers, meant you had to control yourself.
Otherwise, they'll risk hurting everyone around them.
And themselves.
It certainly didn't help they had a tendency to ripe and tear apart anything that dare get in their way, leaving a massive, bloody site behind in their wake. Because of this, many believed the members of this race, simply had no conscience. It didn't help, they can easily fuck with people's mind, tearing through them like wet paper and getting whatever they want from their minds before the victims die from the strain of the "mind scan".
Not a good way to go.
What's worse, is that this race could not only read minds but if they have enough skill, experience and power they could in fact brainwash a person. Shifting and controlling another person's thought process is what sacred the other races so much and made them, very fearful throughout the world. To the point, even the strongest mentally sound person, could be turned into their (Un)willing servant.
But thankful, only the top tier of their race was capable of such things and it's been rarely been done.
"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, not the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change."
A quote by Charles Darwin once said, on the aspects of evolution for all creature's. This was true, even more truer in Remnant, a world of bloody evolution. Many believed that Humans, Fauns and Grimm are the only species on Remnant.
This is wrong, as before the great war, before the Mantle's fall, a new species had risen.
The Diclonius were a newly evolved species, surpassing humans and Faunus alike. Arising from and very similar to normal Humans, but possessing psychokinetic abilities far beyond any Human. For reasons that may be cultural as well as biological, they are often at odds with Humans and Fauns to the point of threatening to be the dominant species on remnant, to the point even the Grimm themselves feared them.
The Diclonius looked like normal humans and even fauns to a degree but there is a difference between all three. The differences that separate Diclonii from humans is both internal and external. The most noticeable difference is their horns on the parietal section of their skulls. Most often, these horns resemble cat ears from certain angles. These horns are a mixture of bone and cartilage. If a Diclonius falls into a temporary coma if they lose one of their horns, and would never return from their lethargic state if they lose both horns. However it has been shown that if happens repeatedly, the horns will grow back faster and faster.
Another notable difference between them and humans are their hair and eye colors, though this difference varies from male to female. The females typical have possesses hair colors of many different shades, from pink to purple to blonde, are the main hair colors types. Then there others that are more unified, being a variety of pink hues. Likewise, their eye colors are variants of red that can range from very dark red to almost pink, for the females.
The males, being more rare to be born, had three distinct hair color types:
Black, white and yellow. The eye color is the same, as there pupils change to an almost alien like look, with glowing pupils of there eye color being either purple, gold/yellow and blue.
There pupils may also change form round to silts, with the horns themselves growing in length. This goes for all Diclonius.
Moving on, Inwardly, they differ from humans at their pineal gland. Normally, the pineal body is the size of a pea and located in the center of the brain between the two hemispheres, but for a Diclonius, it's the size of an egg and wedged against the frontal lobe. The pineal gland appears to be the source of their vectors, one of their main weapons that has strike's fear into the hearts of all. But if blocked, the vectors are rendered useless. These vectors resemble hands, but cannot be seen, touched, or otherwise acted upon by outside forces (aside from instances where there were vector-on-vector grappling takes place). Vectors spread the Diclonius Virus to humans via touch, and they can manipulate objects, act as shields by decelerating projectiles, and slice through things, giving them the potential to be massively destructive if used offensively. Against humans Fauns and Grimm, they are almost always lethal. Their vectors usually have a limited range of a few meters.
However if trained enough and hard enough, the length can be extended and become far more deadly.
Diclonius have the innate ability to detect one another, making it near-impossible to get the drop on one another. Diclonius are quite intelligent. However, the Diclonius are also just as emotional as Humans, often more so. Once they reach the brink of sanity, some hear a voice that claims to be the directing voice of their DNA, urging them to kill as many Humans, Fauns and Grimm as possible. Those who do go insane but come back form the brink, become more powerful and have a tighter rein on their emotions.
As the old saying goes:
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
It's known, the more angry and or upset you make a Diclonius, the more likely you are to die. Learning to control their emotions is a crucial key part in mastering their psychic abilities. If left unchecked, the consequences could be dire.
Even the weakest among them can cause chaos of unparalleled proportions.
The Diclonius race possesses three distinctive tiers:
Kings.
Queens.
And Silpelits.
Those that can't breed and are considered the weakest of the three, are called Silpelits. Referred to as "worker bees," they use their vectors to infect Humans and Fauns alike with the Diclonius genetic virus on and turn these children into Silpelits when they are born. Silpelits age much faster than humans, with their bodies looking twice as old as their actual age, and their vectors tend to be longer than those of the Queen caste.
Perhaps even the king's.
While most Diclonius are 95% female, the remaining 5% have been know to slip in a every now and again. When a male is born, most are not only Kings, but are among the strongest ever born. However there are those who are actually Silpetlis, but are one of the most devoted "worker bees" known to the Diclonius race. Despite being weak, they have extraordinary sensing abilities.
Better then even veterinary queen's or kings fighters.
The queen type, which are few in numbers, can reproduce sexually. Additionally, they age like normal humans and appear to have shorter vector ranges, but have a large range of unique and deadly abilities. Such as sensing other people's thoughts, there emotions and even influencing other people, if they were to pour enough power into it. They have a higher then normal healing factor and there five sense's are heighten to near super human, with super human strength and speed. They can even use their abilities, to launch waves of psychic energy to cause there opponents psychical harm, beside's ripping and tearing there limbs off. It can even be used to cause internal damage.
Such as causing organ failure, internal bleeding form the eyes, ears and nose, punctured lung's or even collapsing the cerebral cortex withing a person's head.
The king types, are extremely rare as only one comes along ever century or so. Maybe ever two if there lucky. Like the queens, they can reproduce sexually but have a high libido and are the strongest of the three. They age slower then humans and have a higher pain tolerance then most normal people. They have an advanced healing factor, eye sight and hearing. As a contrast to the Queen's enhanced strength and speed, the kings are far more perspective, photographic memory, inhuman flexibility, agility and reflexes.
Their vectors are in fact the same length as a Silpelit's and can develop and master the queen types of abilities to the same level of mastery and possible beyond it. To some extent they can even control a person's mind. But such things are frowned upon by most of the Diclonius, if not all and is only used when absolutely necessary. Which was thankful not very often.
But sadly it's happened before.
Due to there nature, the king are both the natural leader's of the Diclonius and need to have more then one mate. This is because of both their high libido and the fact they were the only ones that could breed besides the queens.
Plus child birth is much more painful and dangerous for woman then men. Hands being broken aside, nature must have decide to give the Diclonius a break, since it made it so hard for them to procreate.
Another unique ability for the Diclonius is that a rare few, with a strong enough psychic power and skill, can infact command a person's cells to regenerate lost limbs. Like a lizard's tale.
Because of this fact, the Diclonius are low in numbers, as a whole race itself. However despite there low numbers, the Diclonius could have easily overtaken all of Remnant and become the dominant species. Because of the threat they'd pose to Remnant, humans and fauns subtly tried to have them killed off. But it proved to be useless, as they were more then ready for any assassination attempts. The fact they didn't use aura and could block dust rounds and attacks, made anyone who fought one believed to be nothing more then sheer suicide.
However things changed when the great war erupted and things took a true for the worse. The Diclonius were pushed to extinction during, what has been come to be called:
The Purge Of Starring Grand.
The Diclonius were attacked by all four kingdoms force's and even the Grimm themselves, nearing the end of the great war. Despite a long and bloody battle with more then half the force's of the kingdom's soldiers/huntsman killed during the battle, only a hand full of Diclonius escaped the purge sadly and had long since went into hiding, suppressing their powers to the point their horns went back inside there heads.
Hidden in plain sight.
In addition, the king of Vale himself, helped the horned people escape form the attempted genocide on their race. Despite the battle, lead to the king's death, the people of Vale itself still loyal to him and helped them go into hiding. Pride be damned, the one thing the Diclonius value above all else was family. They protect their own and would sooner sacrifice a thousands more, if it meant they could save one of their own.
Family above all else.
To this day, Atlas, once Mantle, is still hunting for the Diclonius. If not to kill them then it was to experiment on them and try to take there abilities for their own twisted purpose's. Not even the Faunus had it as bad as the Diclonius.
But they couldn't, no they wouldn't remain hidden forever. Despite their numbers have been reduced to the signal digits a new king has risen. One that will rescue his race from the brink of destruction. One, where's his mother had made her mark on Remnant, carving a bloody path and putting the fear of the gods into every kingdom on Remnant.
Atlas most of all.
Out of all four kingdoms, Atlas suffered the worse from Lucy Death's Right Hand Woman, whenever they tried to detain or capture her. She made it a point, whenever she fought them, be they regular soldiers, huntsman or even specialist, she always took her time. Slowly breaking their bodies, minds and twisting them beyond all repair, leaving her victims begging and pleading for death before she killed them.
The fact that Lucy, just one woman with little next to no help from anyone, had bested whatever Atlas threw at her had enraged them. No matter who or what it was, she turned them all inside out. Quite literary, ripping and moving the skin on the outside, like she was peeling an onion and she didn't do it quickly. She made it a point to do it nice and slow, inflecting the most pain possible, regardless of who they were or what they were. Be they Grimm, humans, Faunus, huntsman, mercenaries, bounty hunters, soldiers machines, tanks, bullhorns, entire squads fitted out with some of the best of the best, had been ripped to pieces by one woman.
A fact only known to a few people is that the Diclonius's vectors could negate aura.
That is the main reason Atlas was targeting the Diclonius, wanting to unlock the secret behind how they're capable of doing that. Naturally, you'd think such a thing would be terrible, huntsman are the protectors of Humanity(And Faunus kind), swore to fight the darkness and protect the innocent.
That's what a huntsman is suppose to be.
Suppose.
But humans and Faunus are selfish creatures, able to chose between the paths of light and darkness. It is a choice given to all living creatures and sometimes, when a person gains power, they use it for themselves, rather the helping others. So if a powerful huntsman with either, a deadly semblance or was just very powerful and skilled, went rogue, the military could prevent many casualties.
But anyone with half a brain and two brain cells could see the writing on the wall:
Atlas just wanted to remain on top.
Atlas is a militarism kingdom, wanting to get every advantage they can get and many of them, aren't above doing...questionable things, to gain that advantage. All in the name of betterment of Remnant as a whole.
Many believed that the Diclonius's abilities to be exaggerated and simply wrote them off, despite the evidence to the contrary. After all, all four kingdoms, their armies, professional killers and even Grimm could not fully finish off the Diclonius, you should be wary of them.
One of those people, an Emerald Sustrai, personally believed it was all bullshit. If the Diclonius were so powerful, then why aren't they still around? Why did they go into hiding, if they were so powerful? Why did they run?
The answer:
To prevent further bloodshed.
"Oh gods...someone, anyone, help me."
Tap, tap, tap, tap
Red eyes looked up fearful with tears pooling at her eyes, as she bleed out profoundly from her ripped off arm and her soon to be killer, merely regard her as if she was an ant. A bug, something for him to step on. Like she was lower then bugs themselves and all she was to him, was just another thing for him to kill.
Sadly for poor Emerald, she would learn the very, very, VERY hard way, WHY the Diclonius are feared by all. If she had any idea at all, what she and her mistress would be getting into, she would have run.
Run far away and never looked back. Because she and her mistress weren't just picking a fight with the Fall Maiden, they were picking a fight with the Second Coming Of Death's Right Hand.
Xero L. Mazoku/Rose/Xiao Long.
Done.
So yeah, i gave Lucy's race a couple of upgrades and more abilities that would make them ever more terrifying. And what's this? Rose and Xiao Long? Where did this come from?
Ya'll have to read next chapter to find out my peeps!
Devil out.