AN: So this is my first story so I know grammar and spelling won't be perfect. It is also a large crossover story within the RWBY universe.

The universes that will be included are: Konosuba, Invader Zim, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, one character from The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, and one character from Star Wars: The Clone Wars. I obviously own nothing from anything and all credit goes to their respective owners. This is just being done for personal entertainment.

Since this will eventually be a massive crossover and I put parody as a genre, I'm still trying to work on a realistic (As realistic as a story like this can be.) And a coherent plot as possible.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins

Jaune took in all of Beacon for a moment as he stepped off the airship. Moving to the side of the courtyard as his fellow students continued on to the main entrance while talking among themselves.

"It's so bright…"

The young prince understood that it was daytime of course, but the way the sun seemed to reflect off of all the pristine white surfaces gave the school a certain glow to it as if it was a beacon in more than just name. It was a stark comparison to the atmosphere of Hades. In the capital city of the dark underworld the only light there was from ether the internal fire around the city, or the mostly red or purple neon signs within the city itself. Thankfully for him, however, there were vast swabs of just plain darkness that stretch out like an endless ocean and that was one of Jaunes favorite places to relax in.

Beacon was a school for huntsmen and huntresses in training. Huntsmen as they were most commonly called fought against animal like creatures made of darkness known as Grimm, so perhaps that was the meaning behind the name of the school. Hope of the coming lights against a tide of darkness. Beacon was just one main school out of four. Each of the four kingdoms of the world had their own major academy. The only reason Jaune had chosen Beacon was because his father liked the irony of a prince of darkness attending a place that was symbolic of the light.

It was clear a lot of effort had gone into the architecture of the place and for it to be destroyed in the semi near future almost felt like a shame. The dark one sighed to himself before he decided to join the rest of the students at orientation. Once this was over, he could return to sweet empty darkness.

His scroll as phones were known to be called in this world vibrated in his pocket. The blond scowled in annoyance at who it was. No doubt she was only going to antagonize him before he even started.

"What do you want Stocking?"

"That anyway to greet your fiancée?"

"We both know you never call me unless you want something. So, what is it?"

"Fine loser be that way. I just called to see what it was like there. Do they got any types of sweets I haven't heard of?"

Sweets? Of course, that was what this was about.

"Gee Stocking, I don't really know. I've only been in this realm for about an hour, but from what I can tell the food here is pretty generic and similar to what they have on most earths." The dark prince huffed with annoyance.

"Fuck."

"Yep…Need anything else?"

"Nope. You've failed to please me. Later virgin." And with that the line went dead.

Jaune sighed for what seemed like the millionth time today. "And you're lucky dad is so curious about what sort of hybrid the offspring of an archangel, and a fallen angel is going to make." The Nephilim muttered to himself.

Although, he couldn't deny despite her mostly selfish attitude she was incredibly pleasing to the eye. She looked what most people would call goth with pale skin, black and crimson red striped stockings that can turn into swords and has a nice just about everything! Most guys be they human or demon seem to salivate at the thought of hitting that. He himself would rather marry someone, he could stand to be around outside of the bed chambers but apparently that wasn't his choice to make.

Shaking the wedding blues out of his head, he steeled himself before entering the academy. "It's okay Jaune… You can make it thought this. Just keep your head down, don't be noticed and be ready to fulfill your part of the invasion plan." The dread that he would have to remain in cover for about half a year it seemed was taxing, but if he couldn't at least do something as simple as this then he had no right to the dark throne.

With bated breath the blond finally entered the academy of this bright foreign realm and anxiously awaited its end.

It had been a long day, but Shay and the others had finally finished setting up camp. He had thought he was finally going to be able to take it easy for once, but instead Raven had stuck him with the first watch for the night.

"What lousy luck." He muttered with a wide yawn.

"Keep it together man. If Vernal catches you slacking, she's going to rat you out to Raven, and I doubt you'd survive that." His watch partner remarked but suppressed a yawn of his own.

"Yeah, yeah…At least tomorrow after a full day of traveling there will be fresh villages ripe for targeting." Shay replied with a toothy grin.

"Yeah, and I hope the next one has some actual good-looking woman in it."

"No kidding. Our camp isn't actually packing any real lookers, except Raven herself…Please don't tell her I said that."

"Relax, I got you man." The bandit gave a smile of his own. "Hell, I'd do anything just see someone attractive all the way out here. Might help keep us awake."

The rustling of leaves shut them up along with the crackling of storm clouds.

"I thought it wasn't supposed to rain until tomorrow night…"

"Shay shut up I think I hear someone coming!"

Rain began to drizzle down upon them as thunder crackled in the distance. The crunching of the leaves became louder and louder until a figure emerged from some trees.

Shay started to smile again. "Looks like our prayers have been answered. It's just some goth hottie."

His partner wasn't as relaxed, however. The odds of someone finding their camp like this, especially a random civilian seemed way too unlikely. Raven had always been paranoid about where they camped. Although, he couldn't deny the woman approaching them had some sort of otherworldly beauty to her. Her long dark navy blue hair swayed casually as she walked seemingly unbothered by the rain and her cyan colored eyes seemed locked onto them. She hadn't even flinched as he and Shay both drew their swords.

"I'm going to have to ask you to stop right there pretty lady. Our camp isn't some tourist spot." Shay ordered casually.

"Oh?" The goth girl placed a hand over her mouth innocently. "Could you boys tell me where I am exactly? Seems I've gotten lost."

"This is the camp of the Branwen Tribe. I'd suggest you come back the way you came." Shay's partner warned sternly.

"I see. That's all I needed to hear…"

The girl removed her hand and instead of turning to leave…She was taking off her stockings!?

"Stripping for us already?" Shay laughed. "Glad to see someone who knows how to show us some respect."

His laughter was cut violently short, however, before his partner could even react the last thing Shay's senses picked up upon was his eyesight going black and the scream of his partner.

Stocking allowed her black wings to materialize as she wiped the blood and bone fragments from her black and yellow striped katanas. Contrary to what her fiancée thought she wasn't relaxing back in Hades.

Instead, she and a few others were off in this world taking care of anyone or any group the dark lord marked as complications. She wasn't sure how some band of thugs were worth being on that list, but she wasn't going to question it… To his face anyway. This new sense of freedom he had granted her was worth far too much. Even having to sleep with some sad excuse for a demon prince was worth it. And she couldn't deny she was at the very least partly curious about what kind of kid or kids they would have.

In the very distant past Nephilim made from lesser angels became gigantic man-eating abominations that God told the archangels to wipe out before wiping out the rest of that world with a flood. And yet Jaune was of normal human size. Perhaps, it was because he was the spawn of a higher-ranking archangel?

"At least you're more interesting then geek boy…" If only by a little bit. Plus, Jaune did at least get her favorite types of sweets for her like a good boy on most occasions. She certainly was hoping to get some news ones after actually having to work today.

With a casual smile she walked into the bandit camp eager to complete today's job.

Jaune found his attention span still hadn't improved as he got older. The headmaster was giving a dull welcome speech about how they were all waists of energy that needed to be tamed for something better or something like that. Although, he personally saw the reason in that he doubted most of the student body was going to take anything he said to heart.

Are boring speeches and lectures all I have to look forward to for the next six or so months?

"And with that, I welcome you to Beacon. I do hope your time here will be well spent."

With that final sentence the headmaster walked off the stage and Jaune followed the other students to where they were staying for the night. They weren't officially assigned to dorms until the next day when they formed teams of four. The thought of being stuck with a bunch of do-gooders was a daunting one, not to mention being on a team meant he would have to socialize more with people compared to the solitude he very much enjoyed back in Hades with small exceptions here and there.

After a few moments of walking the students made their way into what appeared to be a large ballroom. Many were already laying out sleeping bags and the like. Looking around for the nearest bathroom, he changed into his onesie before crawling into his own sleeping bag. Stocking often made fun of him for his choice of sleepwear, but she clearly didn't know how comfortable one of these were or she would have joined him in the onesie camp. Besides why would anyone care what you sleep in? Its the job of sleepwear to help you sleep comfortably and that was that.

"I'm Stocking and I'm such a badass…O I killed my whore of a sister and became a bad guy. Look at me for being such a candy eating hardass!"

"Um, you okay there?"

Jaune felt the color rush out of his face. It seemed he was a bit too loud with his horrible Stocking impression. He hadn't even noticed the long black haired girl sitting next to him reading.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized.

"You mentioned something about killing your whore sister?" Her amber eyes seemed to intensify on him.

"What!? No, no, nothing like that. I said killing my more filter. C-Cause you know… Too much filter is a bad thing."

"That doesn't even make sense grammar wise."

"Shut up." He muttered, turning over. "Good night!" It was bad enough he had one goth looking girl riding his ass. He didn't this one's shit ether.

He had no idea if she was watching him or if she gone back to reading, but he couldn't shake the feeling that a hole was being burnt in the back of his head. Hoping to not move and maybe try to play dead that the problem or person in this case wouldn't bother him anymore.

As time went on, he started to relax in his sleeping bag more and sleep was about to overtake him when a new voice entered his ears.

"So, what are you reading about?"

Turning over slightly Jaune caught a glance of a short black-haired girl with red on the tips talking to the longer haired girl.

Crap, now's there's two goth girls?

Maybe it wasn't fair to say the longer haired girl was goth, she could just have black hair and be moody looking but not goth.

"It's a book about someone with two souls." The long haired girl explained and much to Jaune's sorrow she locked eyes with him. "Also, watch out for that guy. He might kill your sister or something."

The short haired girl gasped. "What?! Why would you hate Yang?"

Jaune cursed silently and then out loud. "Who the hell is Yang? And no, I'm not going to kill anyone! Book lady is making up stuff about me."

"Book lady?!"

"Not like I know your name."

"It's Blake."

"I'm Ruby!" The short haired girl chirped happily.

Fuck now this is turning into an actual conversation.

"Nice to meet both of you. Now good night!" He turned back over and huddled inside his sleeping bag. Stocking no doubt would be laughing her ass off at him for such a poor showing already.

"Um, what's your name?" Ruby asked.

"It's Jaune." He muttered.

"John?"

"No, Jaune."

"Oh, okay. Nice to meet you Jaune." Ruby replied.

"Nice to meet you too." Jaune grunted as he turned over. "Good night."

"Who you talking to sis?"

Oh, for fucks sake! This better not be another potential goth girl.

When Jaune turned over for what felt like the millionth time already tonight, what he did see was not a goth girl by any means. Instead, it was a long blonde-haired girl with large assets. In fact, she was probably one of the better-looking human girls he had seen so far, that said Stocking still had her beat in both figure and the boob category even if slightly. Not that he would know too much about that of course! And it was a bit unfair since Stocking was an angel, she was naturally superior in every way to mortal humans with beauty being no exception.

"This is Jaune and Blake. This is my half-sister Yang." Ruby introduced before pointing back at Jaune. "Oh, and you better watch out for him. This guy wants to kill you or something."

Somebody just fucking kill me already!

Instead of looking disturbed Yang raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down amused. "Well you're welcome to try."

"I'm good! Thanks. I never said that to begin with. Now good night!" He hissed before turning over.

"Could you all keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep here."

Jaune saw a fourth girl enter their little group. She had long white hair and seemed even less pleased than he was.

"Hey, my sister is just being friendly ice queen. You could try it yourself you know." Yang snapped back.

Jaune closed his eyes despite the fact he knew by now that sleep was going to be a hard-earned battle tonight.

Are you there Grandpa? It's me Jaune. I know you may not view me or what I am in the best light… But if you come back… If you save me from this hoard of human girls and let me sleep in peace, I'll renounce everything my dad has done. I'll defect and join my cousin Joan in Heaven. So please…. Make them shut up.

After a few moments of nothing it became pretty clear his grandpa had more important things to do than shut up a few human girls on one lonely planet in one lonely little universe.

"Well, it was worth a try…" He muttered as he resigned himself to a sleepless night.

Qrow had just finished showering and as he dried himself off, he was looking forward to having a nice shot of whisky before bed…Or maybe three. Not that he had really done much today other than some light reconnaissance work for Ozpin.

He was startled when heard something smash in the next room.

"So, help me if that was my whisky." He growled as he hurriedly got ran out of the shower in nothing but a towel.

Much to his relief his whisky was still sitting perfectly on his kitchen counter. On the sofa not far from it however…

"Raven!?" He rushed over to the sofa that was now looking more and more red with each passing second. Another thing that was odd was that he didn't see the portal she had come from. Normally it stayed open for about a minute or so by itself. This meant she had closed it in a hurry…

"Qrow…" She groaned and spared him a look. "Put some damn clothes on."

He rolled his eyes and got dressed in the bathroom. If she was good enough to give him shit, he supposed medical attention could wait too. It didn't take him more then a minute to return, however.

"Raven what the hell happened to you?"

She got up despite her wounds and he was quick to rush to her side, but she brushed him off and poured herself a drink much to his dismay.

"Qrow we are in big trouble…"

"What do you mean? Is it Salem? Did she do something to you and the village?"

She shook her head. Tears streaked her eyes, however. "The village is gone…"

"What!?"

Qrow may not have liked the village since it was a bunch of thieves and killers, but they were still the people who raised him and his sister Raven. Family was family, despite all that their loss meant something more than he originally thought it would.

She didn't respond for a few moments before adding. "The spring maiden is dead too…"

"What?!" Qrow jumped to his feet. "What the hell do you mean by that? Does this mean…Salem has the new spring maiden?"

Raven laughed bitterly. "That's one silver lining I suppose…When I asked if she worked for Salem she just laughed and asked, "what's a Salem?"

Qrow felt like his body was going numb. "Someone random just attacked you, wiped out the village and killed the spring maiden?"

"Pretty much…"

"The fact that the spring maiden decided to join up with you all…" Qrow shook his head and poured himself a drink. "We need to tell Ozpin about this."

"You have fun with that." Raven chuckled. "I'm going to stay here and get drunk off my ass."

Qrow rolled his eyes. "The hell you are! We need to get those wounds looked at first and then we need to talk with Oz. Raven this is serious!"

"Yeah, no shit! I just lost everyone and I'm not about to go crawling back to Ozpin. My real family and life's work is all gone now…" Raven downed another shot.

"Family and lifes work!? How about your husband and daughter!? She is attending Beacon now in case you didn't know." He cut her off as she was about to answer. "No, I know you didn't know because why would you?"

"Fuck off Qrow, I do know that Yang is in Beacon. Good for her… Not like that place will be enough to prepare her for the shit that's out in this world."

"It was a good start for us wasn't it?"

"It was a good place for Ozpin to find out about our talents and start using us, yeah. Gods help her if he ever takes an interest in her or her team." Raven remarked bitterly.

Qrow sighed. "We don't have time for this. We are at least going to get your wounds taken care of first."

"Whatever."

This was going to be a damn long night for Qrow and his urge to drink was growing stronger by the second, but it looked like he was probably going to have to drive. And figure out a place to get her patched up that didn't know she was a criminal. He knew Raven wasn't going to like it, but he picked up his scroll and dialed Ozpin. It was late, but this couldn't wait until morning.

"What is it Qrow? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yes, I know it's late, but something really important came up that needs your attention."

"I'm listening."

"Raven's back…" He held up a hand when she shouted at him. "She needs medical attention and…Spring has passed."

"I'll be right over." And with that the line went dead.

Well, at least he didn't have to drive it turned out. "So, about that drink…" Walking past Raven and her nasty glare he grabbed the entire bottle and started to down it.

AN: Thank you for reading! I know this chapter was pretty short to start out with, but I plan on making future chapters longer. Also, I hope you'll forgive me altering Jaune's character somewhat, but given his background that will be more fleshed out we go, I hope you'll see why he isn't overly friendly.

Fighting scenes are what I'm the worst at when it comes to writing so if anyone has any tips on how to write them I'd be grateful. I'm worried about making the fight not flow properly or making it seem a bit too one-sided when it shouldn't be.

Anyway, thank you for your time!