It was late evening around, and most of the life around was readying itself for sleep. All but a certain large wooden house near the town of Ansel. A certain blond 17-year-old was thinking about how he wanted to be trained and become ready to attend the popular school known as Beacon which taught young men and women to become huntsmen and huntresses. The young man was known as Jaune D. Arc.

As Jaune got up and went to the living room to see his father, he noticed that his dad was not particularly busy which set the young man in a positive mood. "Yes, now's my chance!" The young man thought to himself as he entered the living room.

His father is much taller than him and also much bulkier. He had the complementary blond hair that Jaune has but he also had a beard and a bit more hair over his arms and legs.

"Dad, please train me! I want to be able to attend Beacon!" Jaune asked his father with enthusiasm.

"Not a chance son. Why do you insist on this every single time? I've told you before that becoming a huntsman is a suicidal career. And Beacon of all places? I've only heard of dangerous things about that school. The answer is no Jaune." The young man's father said with a stern look on his and an equally as stern tone in his voice.

"But why?! I don't get it! If you taught me then I would be strong enough to survive Beacon's training!" The blond young man responded.

"You would have one year to get yourself ready. That's not nearly enough time, especially compared to the other kids who have spent their entire lives getting themselves ready to become a huntsman."

"That's not true! I promise to work really hard to learn everything I can-" Jaune was suddenly cut off as his father stomped his foot against the floor to interrupt his son.

"Jaune, my answer is no. I'm sorry but one day you will understand. Now please leave me be. I need to get to work." He walked away and then proceeded with his business. Jaune, frustrated and angry with his father's response, ran to his room while holding back his tears.

"Dad doesn't care! He doesn't care about what I want at all! He just wants me to live my life to his tune! I can't take it anymore!"

Unknown to Jaune, his father turned around just in time to see his only son run back to his, looking like he was on the verge of tears. He tried to go to him, but he was stopped when he felt a hand on his chest. "Honey… please leave him be for now. He just needs time to himself." His wife said as she loosened her grip. She was a heads length shorter than her husband and a bit shorter than even Jaune, with black silky hair flowing down her back.


In his room, Jaune was sitting against his bed with one leg extended out and one buckled up with the knee supporting his head. He had his hands laid one on top of the other to provide a more comfortable position, but it did little to help him. He was trying so hard to restrain his tears. Why? Why must he rot away? Why must he, the only son of this generation of Arcs, not follow in the footsteps of his ancestors? In the footsteps of his father? It was just so stressful to always be compared to them, to his family.

His sisters were all great in their own way - Heck! His older sister, Coral, was a Huntress-in-training in her 3rd year! Why couldn't he follow her? He once tried to ask her for training, only to later find out his father forbade her to do so. His condition for her to join the duty of Huntress. Unfair.

Everything was just so unfair to him. He wanted to do this, he truly did. He wanted to be a hero not just for his family, but others as well. He wants to make a name for himself. Yet here he was, lamenting in his own misery of having faced his father and received another rejection from the man.

He looked up at the door to his room. How many times had he been in this position now? He always did this, but this time he did so without any reply to his father's denial. That usually made him feel like everything was ok.

Everything was not ok.

He knew his father was right. Others trained for a lifetime to get to places such as Haven and Beacon. What did he do? His father refused to train him, so he just read comic books and played video games all day, except when his parents needed some help around the house. He was a noodle regarding his muscles too and even had traces of baby fat left. He was useless, through and through.

Who will even heed his wish? There were no retired Huntsmen in Ansel, and even if there were, his father would likely drive them away and scold him. He looked around his room, the place he had known all his life. He was afraid he'd have to share his room with one of his sisters, but luckily, his parents were able to build a smaller room for him to have all by himself.

Not much fit inside of it, only having his TV, game console, wardrobe, his bed, and a small library of old books his family kept. Those books only ever gathered dust, really. Maybe if he wanted to get somewhere without his father stopping him, he could start reading some actual books. He got up slowly, reaching for the dusty library and pulling out one of the many books from it. He opened it and quickly regretted it as the dust flew around, causing him to cough.

"Damn, how long was it since someone opened this...this...book? What the Hell?" Jaune looked at the book in his hand, seeing strange depictions of several beings he could only imagine in his nightmares. What was this book? He flipped through the pages, being nearly mesmerized by them. Where did this book come from? Did one of his ancestors keep it? If so, where did it come from? Those were but a few of the questions in his head. He flipped another page, reaching for what seemed to be a nearly burned page. Some portions of it were nearly burned, but it left enough for him to read. "Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies. The embodiment of Gluttony. King in Hell known to grant wishes - Grant wishes?!" Jaune nearly shouted the last part.

Grant wishes? No, that was not right. This was just some storybook, he was sure of it. Although...It didn't look the part. It is a pretty old book as well, and he did just read that. Besides, the entire book was intact but the pages of Beelzebub. What was it about this one being that got it nearly erased from the book? Jaune then flipped the page, reaching for something that really got his attention.

"Summoning rite?" He mused as he read through it in his mind. "On a night with a full moon, draw the symbol of the fly on any surface with white chalk and offer a sacrifice of blood and desire to the demon to summon him into this realm." He snorted readying that. No way that shit was real.

Then again, maybe it is? He was really at the bottom of the ravine here. His father won't teach him anything, and he will stop anyone who might try to teach him. But what about a demon? Even his father, no matter how skilled and strong, cannot stand up to one. So maybe this was his answer. All he had to do was do this ritual, correct?

It shouldn't be too hard. He searched around his room for a bit until he looked under his bed. His younger sisters had him hide away their chalks since their parents didn't like it when they dirtied the walls of the house with them and wanted to take them away. He was being a good brother to them by hiding them, and it seems fate agreed with him. He really didn't want to go out of his room now.

He took out the white chalk and looked out through the window. It was cloudy, but he could clearly see a full moon in the sky. Jaune turned to the walls of his room, trying to find a suitable place to draw this. He eventually just moved his TV away to make room, then got the chalk in one hand and the book in another. He began to draw the symbol showed to him in the book, slowly outlining the double-layered circle then began writing the symbols as he saw them in the book in the same spots.

He didn't notice how his room got chiller, or how flies gathered at his window, but he ignored it. He finished the symbol on his wall and put the chalk away, giving one last look to his small work. If his parents see this, they will freak out tomorrow. The only explanation he had was that he was following some strange book from his old library. It was funny in a way.

However, what followed next wasn't. As he read the book, he noticed that some details were missing because of the damage. He was only able to make out the fact that he shouldn't be too truly of the demon and that he needed to be on his guard at all times. He put the book down and went to his bed, searching under his bed until he got out what he thought might work for this. Luckily for him, he found something. He found an old plastic knife which must have been there for quite some time now. It had a bit of mold around it, which he cleaned off before doing anything. He didn't want an infection after all. He then walked to the circle and put his hand up, using the plastic knife to cut his skin. He only made a small cut due to the knife not being too sharp in the first place, then placed it on the wall.

He stood there for a few minutes, waiting for anything to happen, but nothing did. He sighed. "Of course. Why did I even bother to do this? It's most likely just a prank, nothing else…" He retracted his hand from the symbol, leaving a blood imprint behind. He turned around, scratching the back of his head with his good hand. How will he explain this mess to his parents? More so, how will they take to their child cutting himself? They might think he got suicidal.

"Stupid." Jaune thought of himself as he then collapsed on his bed, feeling a shiver run down his spine. "Is it just me or did it get colder in here?" he asked himself as he stood up, grabbing the sheets from his bed to keep himself warm. However, he then noticed something else. Warmth. But it was not coming from him. It was coming from the symbol he drew which was, to his utter shock, glowing a bright crimson color.

"What the hell?!" Jaune shouted as he got up, grabbing the plastic knife again and pointing it at the glowing symbol, his hand trembling. "It's working?! Oh my God, I am actually doing this! I am actually something a demon!" Jaune was excited for a second until it clicked in his head. "I AM SUMMONING A FUCKING DEMON!"

He rushed to the symbol, trying to erase it and stop whatever was happening, but it was like his hand was going right through it. It was light at this point, the chalk and blood having disappeared completely from the wall. He kept trying to do anything, then he grabbed the book, flipping nervously through the pages until he found the page with the ritual. NOTHING on how to STOP it. Which was likely erased by the damage.

"Damn it! Of all times for book karma to strike, it had to be now when I am summoning a demon! What is Beelzebub anyway? Is he that bad-" Jaune was interrupted from his thought swiftly as the symbol pulsated once, sending a small shock wave that knocked him on his face, straight into his pillow. The same thing happened again and again, moving furniture around. It looked like the symbol was gathering energy from the looks of things.

Jaune quickly got up from his awkward position on the bed and tried to run to it again, only to then hear footsteps outside his door. "Shit, not now." He ran to his door, locking it. Just in time too because he heard someone trying to come inside.

"Jaune? What are you doing in there?" One of his sisters, Sapphire, shouted from the other side. She was younger than him, but she always acted more mature. "Are you playing some video game? If so, then turn it down! I am trying to sleep!"

"Sorry, Saph!" Jaune quickly shouted in panic. "I just, Uhm, wanted to get my mind off Dad's latest rejection, that all!" He heard his sister sigh on the other side of the door, feeling bad he had to use that as an excuse to hide the crazy demon shit in his room.

"Fine...Just finish up and go to bed, please." Sapphire said then left, leaving Jaune alone to breathe a sigh of relief. But that was short-lived as he noticed the symbol open up. A portal. A fucking portal opened up in his room! Jaune did the only thing he could and went back to his bed and the plastic knife on it. The portal was pitch black without even a semblance of light coming from it compared to earlier.

He was shaking and his eyes were unsteady. He expected a giant fucking fly to come out and most likely spew acid on him to then devour his liquified remains. What a way to die...However, he was quite surprised when he heard a rather feminine yawn coming from the other side of the portal.

"Huh?" As he looked at it he saw a figure step out of the portal, coming into his room. She was dressed in a completely crimson and white outfit with crimson gloves and a crimson waistcoat with a blazer of the same color. She also wore a lot of fly-themed jewelry on her. Her hair was fully white, just like the moon outside, with horns of a similar color coming out of her head. She also had red irises, and, to really point out she was a demon, a cloved tail.

Jaune expected a demon, not a woman! This was either the strangest thing ever, or he had just found the answer to a quick V-card removal. Still, that doesn't answer the main questions.

"Who is she? What just happened? And why is she a woman and not a horrifying fly thing like in the book?" The woman in question looked at him as soon as he thought those questions, then smirked at him and let out a small chuckle from her lips.

"My name is Beelzebub and you just freed me from my prison in the Abyss by using the summoning rite in that book of yours. As for why I am like this, this is merely my humane form. I could feel the restricted space on the other side and decided to make myself more...presentable." She explained, but then the boy tensed up even more.

"Did she just read my thoughts?" Jaune thought.

"That I did, darling," Beelzebub replied, making Jaune nearly pass out. He did it. He actually summoned a demon and she was a good-looking woman. He collapsed back on his bed, feeling a sense of nausea hit him. Seeing this, Beelzebub quickly went to him, pulling out a napkin from her pocket. "There, there, darling, I know this is a lot to take in." She said in a soothing voice, trying to calm Jaune down from his imminent panic attack.

"How, what, why...huh?" Jaune was speechless, just like that. The ritual actually worked and now he had a demon lady in his room. Many teenage boys like him would dream of having a woman in their room, but not him! His parents raised a gentleman.

"Hmm. Hey, now that I look at you closer...Do you happen to know a Leon Arc?" She asked, making Jaune's gears spin again trying to remember the name. If he recalled it correctly, the brother of his grandfather was named like that.

"I do? Pretty sure he is the brother of my grandfather." Jaune replied, to which Beelzebub seemed pretty delighted to hear. She took her napkin back, putting it in her pocket before looking at the boy again. She was up to something. "Why do you ask?"

Beelzebub giggled simply, then looked around his room. She had to admit, she expected less of a mess. But then again, Leon did warn her that the next one to summon her might not do it as fancy as he did. "Allow me to clean up" She said and with a flick of her wrist all of the items Jaune moved, were knocked around, or broke returned to their original place in his room. Heck, she even cleaned as he noticed there wasn't any type of filth in there. The boy was left speechless once more, only able to think his question.

"Was that her semblance? No, it can't be. She was reading my thoughts - it's impossible!" Jaune thought again, but Beelzebub just chuckled next to him. She enjoyed this boy, his obliviousness was funny.

"No, darling, that was magic." She answered casually. "The force to rewrite the laws of reality, to break the boundaries of nature, and more!" She said in a manner of grandeur, a hand over her chest as if presenting herself. "And I, Beelzebub, happen to be a master at it!"

"Magic?" Officially, Jaune's mind was overloaded.

"Oh my, better explain some things first then. Sit down, darling, because this is going to take a while."

And it did take a while. Jaune was listening closely to Beelzebub as she explained magic to him and how it worked. Never in his life had he heard of something like that. He thought that maybe he could use it, but Beelzebub quickly shot down his little hope when she said that most people on Remnant lost the ability to use magic. He was no exception. She also asked some questions about him, his family, and his overall life.

She felt sorry for him, having rejected his desire for so long, but she knew she could help. After he helped her as well. The last time she was summoned it was by his ancestor, Leon Arc, who by failing their little deal landed her back in the Abyss. Her prison. Jaune did ask about that when she brought it up, and she told him that she was actually an outcast from Hell.

Safe to say Jaune felt a second hard attack coming, finding out that Beelzebub got kicked out of Hell. How do you even do that?!

She quickly calmed him down again, just like how a mother would a child. For a demoness, Jaune had to admit she was acting a bit as a mother would. But once everything was explained, it came time for Beelzebub to explain to him the last details. How exactly did she know Leon Arc?

"You see, Jaune, your uncle was an eccentric man, to say the least, and has always prided himself with his Huntsmen carrier." She explained. "However, by dedicating his life to his work, he had never gotten married or had a family of his own. That is where I come in. He had found the book, the grimoire, during one of his missions in the older parts of the continent of Solitas. He kept it, of course, then when he got home, he set it aside. It took him a week to summon me."

"What then?" Jaune asked, listening closely as she explained.

"He summoned me, of course. He even prepared a small dinner, the sweetheart. I couldn't say no, especially since it had cake and pancakes involved. Believe it or not, demons love sugar. It is very rare in Hell." She explained, then she switched up her legs, placing her right one atop the left. "After that, he voiced his wish; A harem of demon girls"

Jaune had to hold back his shock at hearing that, coughing as well not to choke on his spit. A harem of demon girls?! Was his uncle mad or something? A harem of all things? Why not money? Why not maybe ONE woman to make a family with? No matter how he looked at it, it sounded insane.

"I know what you think, that he was insane. That is what I thought as well. You and he reacted the same when I told him it is possible."

"Possible?! What do you mean by that? It sounds absurd! Look, Beel, I appreciate you not killing me, and I do not mean to speak ill of the dead, but my uncle must have been crazy to think that can work." He snorted, "I mean, imagine the jealousy and issues that come with that. No normal girl would want to be in a harem willingly-"

"Oh, but you misunderstand me, darling." Beelzebub, or Beel as Jaune had called her, said, interrupting him. "You see, we demons do not mind sharing. In fact, that is quite common. The only issue is that humans do not really handle us very well. You know, a little Snu-Snu."

"I am lost now…" Jaune said, burying his head into his palms. This was all crazy. "But what does that have anything to do with me?"

"Simple. You see, the terms of our deal were that if he gets his harem, I get out of the Abyss for good. He failed, so I was forced back. However, there was a condition on his little will regarding this case. I must say, I didn't see it coming, but I am glad he did it." She put her hand in front of him, then a poof of black smoke appeared, followed by a piece of paper. "This here is our contract. Please read it carefully."

Jaune took the paper in his hand and began to read, Beel sitting close on his bed. He read through the first lines, which were simple introductions and the harem part of the deal. Nothing Beel has not told him yet. However, once he reached lower, he saw a certain line which he read aloud.

"I, Leon Arc, hereby decree that in the case of my demise without my requested demon harem, my descendant is to take up my contract with Beelzebub. In simpler terms, they are to gather the harem for me and succeed. If they fail, then the duty will fall on the next male heir of the Arc household and so on until one of them succeeds." The contract stated, but there was more. "P.S: The book I left behind was damaged due to me leaving it close to a candle. Sorry!"

Both of them stood in silence for a good 5 minutes, Beel slowly taking back the paper. After that, Jaune collapsed onto his back on his bed, muttering something impossible to understand to himself. Beel found his antics amusing, but she knew he had a duty now. "So, it is safe to assume you are the next heir of the Arc household?"

Jaune wanted not to admit it, but he couldn't lie to her. But if there is one thing he will do, that is cursing his ancestor for dropping this stuff onto him. "Y-yes…" Jaune replied with a stutter, to which Beelzebub giggled in delight.

"Splendid." She said, then she stood up and snapped her fingers, creating a crimson portal in the middle of his room. But it was different. Jaune looked up at it and he paled. He saw fire, endless amounts of it, and mountains of nude corpses atop each other, each screaming in pure agony. The demons he saw within were horrible as well, and they were torturing the souls with delight. "This here is a portal to Hell. Once you are prepared, you can-"

"Hold up!" Jaune shouted, making Beel close the portal. "Look, I know I am now forced with this contract, but this is not why I wanted to summon you!"

"Oh?" Beel said as she turned to him, looking the boy's in the eyes. "Then what is your wish, darling?"

Jaune took a deep breath. "I want to be a Huntsman. A hero. Since you met my uncle, I guess you know about our family heritage. But for me? My parents, my father especially, had done everything in their power to keep me away from any kind of training. I just want to help others, is that so bad?" His voice was slowly beginning to crack as he talked, seeming to forget about the demoness in the room. "All my life I wanted to be like my family, to prove myself! But I was never given the chance to do so. Why must I rot here, Beel?" He brought a hand to his face, trying to shield his tearing eyes. He was close before, not he simply opened the wound.

"Am I wrong to want that?" He asked again, but then he felt something new. Warmth, again, but this time it was from Beel. She had gone to him and wrapped her arms around his head, burying his head into her chest. If he wasn't a wreck right now, he would freak out. She shushed him gently like am others would a crying child, patting his head to calm him down.

"Jaune, you are right about it. I do know about the Arcs and their lineage. However, I also know about their sacrifice. Your uncle gave away the chance of a family to be a Huntsman. I have no doubt you will be different, but I must remind you how dangerous it is. But in the end, as it is my nature, I can only offer you my deal. Will you, Jaune Arc, accept my aid to become what you desire?" A quiet sob came from the boy hearing her.

Did she really believe in him? Or was she just saying it to make him feel better? "What do you think, Beel? Do I have a chance?" He asked her, to which the demoness replied.

"You have 1 year, correct? With my help and the help of anyone, you might meet in Hell...Yes. With our help, you can be who you desire, Jaune. You can be the hero you want to be"

For the first time in forever, Jaune could look someone in the eyes, and see that they truly believed in him. Beel's red irises reflected strongly in his blue ones, and Jaune did not want this moment to end.

"I take it you won't be going to Hell now, correct?" Beel asked.

"No...I need to prepare." Jaune replied, to which Beel chuckled.

"I knew you'd say that. You can take Crocea Mors with you. While I was with your uncle, I have left my mark on it. It will greatly aid you in Hell." She explained. "What do you wish to do now?" She asked, but got no reply back. "Jaune?" She asked again, only to look down at the boy and see him sleeping with his head on her chest. She gave a small warm smile as she took his head and placed it on the bed, tucking him in as best as she could. She decided to make herself more comfortable as well, so she simply turned into a fly to sleep where she was safe.

This was the beginning of a new legend. A new story that will have its own trials to go through in the coming days.

It was the Arc of Hell.


Wassup peeps, Bloodfiend here. I hereby present you my Helltaker and RWBY crossover, featuring our favorite blonde knight as the protag. This one was done in collab with Nerdy, the first part of this document (The argument Jaune had with his father) being his work and the rest being mine.

Of course, I will only post this first section here. If you guys want more, make sure to let me know through a review or PM. If this first little chapter does well, I and Nerdy might just start to work on it and turn it into a real story here. A fair warning, however, we might break Jaune a little with his semblance. Nerdy also suggested we add more girls in the imminent Harem, but I declined mainly because 12 is already hard to manage. (Even though it is technically only 10 if you count Cerberus as one single entity). Regarding Pyrrha? Well, I couldn't exactly leave her out, so for her, I will do an exception. The question is how everyone will react once they see him with a Harem. Every single boy will want his head, I can see it happen.