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Hell.

It was a hot place filled with molten lava randomly spewing everywhere. People didn't normally travel to Hell because they had to go through Hellsgate to get across the spatial dimension that separated the world from it. Traveling wasn't the main problem to get to Hell, it was the guardian defending the gate that made it difficult.

"You lucky bastard," the red long hair demon sprawled on the floor bleeding heavily. "Just wait until the Demon Lord hears about this. He will massacre you and your family!"

"It's not luck. A kid surpassing the guardian of Hellsgate isn't dumb luck. It's called being a genius." Light particles floated away in the air as my Durandal disintegrated. "My family is probably dead already so he's more than welcome to come after me but I don't recommend it. He'll be a waste of my time."

I left a threatening message in hopes that I discouraged the Demon Lord from coming after my life. A kid trying to kill the leader that ruled hell? Ridiculous, I wasn't ready to fight him.

With my back facing towards the him, I raised a reversed gesture of farewell. There wasn't a need to kill him. His weapon wasn't spectacular. Secondly, I didn't want to encourage the ruler of Hell to come after me for revenge. And lastly, killing the guardian would just be an incentive for intruders to invade Hell. I didn't need any more power hungry guilds conquering more land than necessary.

I journeyed down deeper into Hell to look for what I needed. I wasn't here for the Demon Lord's head or for his land.

No, I was looking for someone.

I marched through the dry wasteland towards one of the many prisoner towers. Rumors had it that the Demon Lord chained someone and confined him in one of his personal guardhouses defended by top level sentries. If my calculations are correct, it should be right... here.

I looked up from the map I stole from one of the demon residents.

My gaze settled on a recently destroyed prison tower. Small singes marked the ruined bricks as white smoke steamed from it. From a short distance, a young teenager was sitting on one of the stone rocks looking dazed.

"Did my father stoop that low to send a little runt after my life?" the teenager said in a monotone voice.

I took a hard look at the teenager. He had small black horns appearing out of his white short hair. His face was expressionless as he stared off into the distance rather than meeting my eyes.

"Father? No, I'm looking for someone that was supposed to be in that prison tower." I pointed at the razed building.

"Tough luck, the person you were looking for is probably dead."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. Dead?

"I incinerated the whole building," he answered, reading my facial expression.

"Soo..." I trailed off. "Why did a demon such as yourself incinerated his own species property? Isn't that like treason or something?"

"Already committed treason a long time ago. It's not a hard choice to make when most of my life was spent mistreated and brutalized by the Demon Lord just because I was too 'incompetent' to be his son," he scoffed.

I hummed to his resentful ramblings. The Demon Lord's son huh.

"Then maybe you're the person I'm looking for," I bent down in front of him to meet his gaze with my hands folded behind my back.

Brown met his red eyes

"Hardly," he mocked. He turned his head to avoid my eyes. "What do you want from me?"

"Your allegiance."

"No." He quickly shot out.

"Awww why not?" I drawled in a playful manner.

"I don't need you to shackle me down if I plan to kill my own father," he revealed his future ulterior motive.

I hummed again.

"Then how about a battle? If I win, you swear your allegiance to me and I'll help you become the next Demon Lord. If I lose then you can gloat about how you killed the Sword Angel." I smiled at the exiled prince.

"Sword Angel you say? Sure, sounds like an easy challenge," he flicked his wrist and a sudden burning fire molded into chaos blades. [AN]

Loud rustlings and rowdy voices woke me up from my unconsciousness as I forced my eyes to open. Confused with the situation in hand, I blinked a couples of times in attempt to distinguish the blur blobs that were moving around in my peripheral vision. I tried to rub my eyes, but felt a constricting force restricted me from doing so. A few moments later, my sight returned back into its original state as I noticed the blobs were actually masked workers.

That's right... I was kidnapped and forced to join some cult.

A suffocating pain wrapped firmly around the skin of my wrists and my ankles. Due to how tightly I was restrained, pools of sweat formed in the gap between my skin and whatever was binding me. With my hands tied behind my back, I attempted to tug my hands free but failed as they were solidly secured together. Cords of ropes wrapped snugly on my ankles and kept me from making an escape. I looked around my surroundings for something sharp to break out from the confining strands, but there was absolutely nothing to use.

Great, I'm a damsel in distress.

A man with a different designed mask strode towards my direction once aware that I was awake. Red coloring neatly outlined near the eyes of his mask, indicating that he must be some higher rank.

"So little red riding hood is finally awake," the man stated as he crossed his arms. He was wearing a white uniform with an emblem of a red wolf head with three jagged slashes across its face.

"Nope, I'm still sleeping. Please leave a message after the tone. Beeeep," I lied. The man didn't seemed amused at my antics. Then again, I couldn't read his expression since his mask covered his entire face.

"So Rangifer [AN] was right. You are a spiteful little bastard," the man crouched down to my level and lifted my chin with his hand. A jolt of pain spread across my cheeks as he examined my face further from the previous fight.

"Hands off," I jerked my face back growling at him.

"Hmph, if you're going to be part of the White Fang then we're going to need to fix that shitty behavior of yours."

"I never wanted to be part of your cult in the first place."

"We're an organization starting a new revolution. A kid like you wouldn't understand," the faunus man narrowed his eyes.

"I bet I know more about a new revolution than you ever will," I muttered in disagreement. He could never understand the drastic changes I made back in my world. A handful of large guilds harbored cities that were unlawful and made no effort for changes. Rape, human trafficking, official misconduct, you name it. Thus, I took it in my hands to rid them from the world.

"Good, cause we could use some nasty young fresh bloods around here."

"Like I said, I never wanted to be part of your cult," I curled my lips and snarled at him venomously. "You think you're so tough? Tied me down so I can't physically rip that unsightly mask off your face." More jeers escaped my mouth as I continued to add more fuel to my fire. "You White Fangs are feeble. You are weak. No wonder the humans want to wipe you off the face of the planet. You guys are just a bunch of sore eyes."

"Tch - You little bitch. Attitude won't change will it? Looks like we need to discipline you if we want to go anywhere with this. Put her on the chair!" The superior faunus lost his calm demeanor and snapped at his faunus foot workers. Two workers hauled me onto my knees and dragged me to a chair.

"Your initiation starts now kid," he said harshly. He unsheathed a dagger from his belt and approached closer with his razor sharp weapon. I bit my lips and glared down at his feet knowing what was about to come. More members of the White Fang clustered around us as they were curious of what they were about to witness. Some who were listening to my ruthless insults jeered at me to further encourage their superior.

"Torturing isn't my thing kid," he clicked his tongue. "But if we want strong candidates like you in our organization, I'll be happy to."

His knife inched away from my skin as sweat dripped down from my forehead. I felt a slight prick on my forearm and saw the pool of blood coming out and streaming down to the chair. Tears welled up in my eyes as I held my screams to endure the pain. The dagger scaled up to my upper arm and slowly inflicted more scars.

"GRAAHHH." A screech left my mouth as I couldn't hold it in any longer. Spots of red glittered all over the knife and the floor with my red vital fluids. His torture tool trailed to my shoulder and dug deep into my body to leave a nasty scar in the future as a reminder of my protests. The dagger was finally pulled out of my body and blood gushed from my open wound. My aura tried to repair the gashes but could not keep up with the large numbers of lesions.

"Is that the best you got?" I panted with my head held high. Despite how terrible my odds were, I still fought back. An old habit that I will happily take to my grave. I spat the blood out of my mouth from the excessive biting I had done to endure the misery. The blood splattered onto the torturer's shoes, branding him of his ungodly actions.

"You little -"

The White Fang faunus lashed out at me with his fist, and knocked me out of my chair as my aura depleted dangerously low. Still bounded, I barely lifted myself off the ground and looked at him with a face full of scorn.

"You hit like a bitch," I swore with my 10 year old mouth.

A kick landed on the side of my ribs, bashing me against the wall. My aura shattered and my body sustained all the damage it took. I felt a grip on my short dark red hair and a yank back up. I wheezed heavily to catch my breath from the brute attacks I was receiving.

Shit, I think a rib broke...

Blood crawled down my forehead from grazing against the walls. It trickled down to my right eye and hindered a portion of my vision.

"You had enough kid?"

I tried to chuckle but couldn't as the pain was too overwhelming. I didn't have enough energy to carry out my strong demeanor anymore. I closed my eyes and let my ragged breath filled the tension in the air. My conscious was slowly fading from the excessive blood lost.

"Hey Ruby, why are you sitting out here?"
"Oh hey... bzzzzt... I got scolded by dad again." I looked at my sister. She had...bzzzzzzt..., it really suited her.
"You know,...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt... You should take... bzzzzzzt..."
"I guess I can," I rubbed the back of my neck. I noticed another man sat down next to me.
"Hey kiddo, you okay?" the man next to me asked.
"Oh hey uncle... bzzzzt... Yeah, only...bzzzzzzt... scolding. I'm...bzzzzzt... but it's...bzzzzzzzzzzt..."
"Come on kiddo,...bzzzzzzzzzzzzt...He's only...bzzzzzzzzzzt... let's go back. Bzzzzzzt... Bzzzzzzt.. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt..."
"Bzzzt...Bzzzzzzzzt... Bzzt.. Bzzzzt.."
"Okay..." I got up and trudged back home with my uncle and sister.

"H-h-hey b-bosss... W-what's going on?"

"I-I don't k-know..."

A small familiar warmth of light wrapped around my body as I slowly gained back my consciousness. I rested my head back against the wall with my eyes half shut. A handful of White Fang members had a confused look written on their faces and scampered around like lost insects. I turned my attention towards my legs which was resting flat on the floor.

Why am I glowing?

A thin white glow emitted from my body as it healed the mass number of cuts on my body. It restored most of my skin back to its original luster making it seemed as if I didn't experience the gruesome torture at all. The wound on my shoulder stopped bleeding but still left a nasty scar, and my ragged breath returned back to normal.

My aura...? Wait, does that mean?

I tugged the tight ropes once again and it snapped easily. My eyes widen as I swallowed in what was currently happening.

I got my strength back? And my aura?

With my back bent forwards, my hands effortlessly ripped off the ropes binding to my ankles. The members of the White Fang trembled in fear as they watched the spectacle happening before them. I casually picked myself off the floor and allowed my ample of aura surge through my body. With a deep breath, I flicked my wrist and white particles enveloped my hand stretching out the form of Brahmastra.

Holy shit, I got everything back.

"Payback's a bitch," I said smugly, cocking my head back. I flicked my weapon with my left hand and let the force damage a portion of the warehouse.

"Bzzzzzzzt..., No fair! Can't do that!"
"Rawr! I'm... bzzzzzztzilla!" She trampled the legos making ... bzzzzzzt.

I raised my right hand in the air and muttered magical chants. A beam of light encircled the warehouse barricading the White Fangs like dogs in a cage.

A woman in her late 20's had wolfish... bzzzzzzzt.. perking out of her head. Her mesmerizing... bzzzzzzzzzt... of eyes shined... bzzzzt.. as my...bzzzzzt.. was allured by it.

I planted my feet on the ground and sprinted forward with Brahmastra gripped tightly in my hands. With a loud grunt, I angrily swung my destructive weapon at the White Fangs. Massive amount of blood painted the warehouse grounds as I massacred my own kind.

My gaze broke off silver as...bzzzzzzzzzt... to a ...bzzzt.. man with spots of ...bzzzzzt... on his ...bzzt.. I gazed into his..bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt..

Brahmastra fell onto the floor with a loud clattered and dissipated into the air. I was too worn out to maintain my weapon's form after my onslaught. I glanced around the warehouse and noticed an assortment of limbs littered all over the floor.

I threw back my head and laughed.

With a snap of my finger, the warehouse engulfed into flames. The fire consumed all traces of evidence as the inferno blaze burned them to ashes.

"I'm terribly sorry sir. We...bzzzzzt... and couldn't find...bzzzzzzt.. No weapon, no...bzzzzzt. We might...bzzt.. search.. bzzzzzzzt.."
"What? No..bzzzzzzzt. You...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt..."
"Sir, the best we can...bzzzzzzzzzt. Our deepest...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt,"

Mom is..bzzt..

I ignored the hazy memories surfacing above as revenge and rage overtook my mind. I trudged out the burning warehouse, and took a look at my surroundings. It didn't seem familiar... I was in some forest in a secluded area.

A loud rustling noise caught my ears and two red eyes peered out of the bushes. Slowly, a black body emerged from the hedges. A werewolf with black fur and bonelike spines stood tall on its hind legs and growled down at me.

Is that... A grimm? Is that what it's supposed to look like?

I forcibly dragged my legs, meeting the grimm eye to eye. With a smirk on my face, I clutched its black fur and yanked it down onto my level. I proceeded to smash its mask with my bare hands and gouge its innards out.

Apparently, my name is Ruby and I was just born. This woman named...bzzzzzzzzzt... is most likely my mother and the...bzzzt.. man named...bzzzzzt... must be my father.

My dull eyes stared at the black particles that drifted into the air as the grimm's body began to disappear. The white light emanating from my body slowly vanished. I arched my back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

I got my powers back.

All worn out, I forced myself to take a step forward, however, my legs immediately gave out and I collapsed onto the forest grass. I tried to lift myself up with my arms but it was no use, I was way too tired.

My eyes gradually closed as I fell unconscious.

The sun shined down through the forest trees and graced my eyes with its bright rays. I annoyingly brought my arms to block my eyes from the sun's path. I spread myself across the forest's grass and let out a rambunctious groan.

A throb pounded against the side of my head. I brushed my furry ears as I ran two hands through my hair. That's right. I was kidnapped and somehow I got my powers back. Then I obliterated their hide out with it.

Still laid out of the grass, I stuck out my right hand towards the sky with my fingers fanned out. My eyes stared at the back of my hand as I clenched and unclenched it. I let my gaze soften and nonchalantly closed my eyes. I concentrated my aura onto my hands and flicked my wrist.

Nothing.

I flicked my wrist again.

Nothing.

A sigh escaped from my dry cracked lips and I rested my hands behind my head. It was too good to be true. I turned and laid on the side of my body, mulling over about my next destination. I jolted straight up as a sudden thought came to me.

Of course, home!

I grasped my skull as another throb pulsated in my head. My heart fluttered with anxiety and I bit my lips. Where was home? Do I even have a home? Tears began staining my cheeks. I tugged my cloak closer to my body, only for it to bring slight comfort.

Why can't I remember?

I have a family. A sister, an uncle, a dad, and a mom but why can't I remember their names and faces? More tears rolled down my face as I thought about it longer. Should I find them? But where would I start?

I've been abandon once already.

I brought my knees to my chest and buried my face into them. This wasn't anything new, I had done this before. It was like repeating the past. I'm just in a different world as Ruby Rose. I can do it. I drew in a deep breath, wiped the tears on my face, and got up. I searched through the scorched warehouse for anything usable. With a few charred scraps of metals in my hands, I trek through the forest. I can do it.

I can survive.

If you haven't noticed, I don't describe weapons because I'm really bad at giving a detailed description. In the next chapter or so you will see how vague I depict weapons. So I will use Greek/mythological weaponry most of the time.

I'm also a big Final Fantasy fan, so I borrowed one of the weapons from Final Fantasy 12. Chaos blade is Gabranth's weapon, credit goes to Square Enix.

Fun fact: Rangifer is the genus or scientific term for reindeer. In my previous chapter, I described him with having small antlers.

Let me know if the italicized words in this chapter were difficult to read.

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