Somewhere deep in the Emerald Forest, there was a hidden White Fang base, the location only known by the higher-ups and the people that worked there. It didn't see much action, it was primarily built to be used as a safehouse should one of said higher-ups' life be in danger. But right now, it was home to a very dangerous being, but the faunus didn't know that.
Bruce was one such Faunus, tasked with trying to open the large metal coffin they had stolen from that retired Huntsman. So far they hadn't had any luck, nothing they had could even scratch whatever it was made of. But there were some people coming down to take it from them and move it somewhere more secure. As Bruce was using a power saw to try and cut the lock securing the thick chains holding the upright coffin closed, he heard the door open. He turned around and saw two people walk in.
One was a short woman wearing strange armor. On her legs were knee high boots with shin guards. On her torso was a robe that only reached her thighs. On her left shoulder was a leather shoulder guard that looked more cosmetic than practical. On her right one was a metal shoulder guard covered in spikes. On each forearm was a leather armguard covered in metal studs. Her entire head was hidden behind a hood and metal mask. The mask being gray steel with three V cuts for sight. She had a short sword sheathed at her left hip, but he couldn't see past the black and gold handle. Though it did have a purple gem attached to the bottom of the hilt, signifying some kind of wealth.
But where the woman was clearly skilled in stealth, the brute of a man next to her was the complete opposite. He was huge. He had heavy boots with black metal knee guards. Cloth was draped over his entire torso, stopping anyone from seeing what he was wearing underneath. His shoulders were protected by black guards covered in large spikes, much bigger than the woman's. On his head was a simple black metal helmet, but there was also a black steel muzzle over his face, secured by leather straps. On his right arm was a large triangle shield with a dragon skull embedded in the metal. And in his left hand he wielded a flail, the handle gold and the mall covered haphazardly in spikes with a chain connecting them.
"Who the fuck are you guys?" He asked aggressively. He was the only person in the room besides the other two, so he felt on edge.
"We're here for the contents of the coffin." The woman spoke, her voice surprisingly clear despite the mask. The man remained silent, only staring at him.
"Well, you certainly match the description we were given." He turned around to pick up the saw. "How do you plan on lugging this thing out of here? You guys need a truck?"
"No thank you, we will not be taking the coffin with us." Before he could ask what they meant, something hard and heavy lodged itself in his skull, caving it in. Tacet yanked his flail out of the man's skull, blood and brain matter covering it.
"Open it." Mercy ordered. Without a sound, he pulled a key out of his back pouch and inserted it in the lock. He turned it slowly, hearing the inner mechanisms clicking. Eventually, with one final click, the lock opened and the chains fell away. He grabbed the sides of the lid and threw it to the side. Inside, his master stood, arms crossed over his chest, head bowed, his sword and shield at his side. His head rose and his arms dropped to his sides. He picked up his equipment, and strode forth. Tacet and Mercy kneeled before their master.
His boots thundered against the concrete floor, a cloth much like Tacet's draped over his body. His hood and black skull mask struck a terrifying visage. His sword was long and lined with short "teeth", with a skull embroidered on the guard. His massive kite shield was covered in intricate silver carvings, a massive skull in the center, and the sides were covered in small jagged blades. He stood before his minions, his presence almost overpowering them. For he was Mors, King of Darkness.
"You have done well, my children." He spoke in a deathly whisper. "Mercy, come forth." The woman in question obeyed, rising to her feet and standing before him. He removed her mask, revealing her young and beautiful face.
"You both look exactly the same as when I was imprisoned by the wretch, Ignis."
"Your gift has benefitted us greatly, father." She spoke with nervousness.
"You took an awfully long time freeing me." Mercy was quick to defend her and her brother, who remained kneeling.
"We couldn't fight Ignis, he was too powerful, we were forced to work with these mortals and be subject to their arroga-" She was cut off when he placed a finger on her lips. It was as cold as the grave. She looked him in the eyes, but saw nothing but dark pits from the mask.
"I am not disappointed in you. I am glad you knew he was superior to you, though I am curious as to why you chose to work with these degenerates." He spat the last word with disdain as he observed the dead Faunus.
"We had no other options, father. It was either work with them or attempt to free you by ourselves." He looked to Tacet, still kneeling in silence.
"Rise, my son. We have someone I would like to visit." As Mercy opened the door for them, it was revealed that all the other White Fang had been slaughtered in various ways. Some with their throats cut, some with their skulls caved in, and even more that had been beheaded. As they walked through the now silent base, Mors basked in the death. It felt so good to be free of that infernal tomb. He would do the same to Ignis when he found him. When they opened the door to the roof, there was still a Faunus alive. He was sitting against one of the air vents and was nursing a stab wound to his abdomen.
"I thought I'd killed you." Mercy spoke with disgust as she unsheathed her hidden dagger. She was stopped when her father put a hand on her shoulder. He passed her, walking slowly to the dying man.
"You fucking humans, you always fuck everything up. When Adam hears about this he'll-" He was cut off when Mors placed both hands on the sides of his face and lifted him to eye level with barely any effort.
"You are mistaken, my boy, for I am far from human." Then the man started shaking violently while screaming in pain. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started shriveling like a prune. Mors dropped the dead man, looking more like a dug up mummy, two black handprints on the sides of his face. Mors was in euphoria after eating the first soul in millenia. He was snapped out of his state by the flapping of wings. He looked to the sky and saw a great Nevermore circling above them, before diving down and landing on the roof with a hard thump.
Mors approached the great bird and stroked it's beak, it giving quiet squeaks of happiness.
"It is good to see a creature of darkness once again. Come, I must not keep my queen waiting, for she has much to explain." As they mounted the giant bird and took off into the sky, Mors basked in the glory of freedom. He would regain control of his dark minions, and Remnant would once again fear his name. And his children would be by his side, forever loyal to him.
Atlas, from the perspective of a very angry Viking
Forn approached the White Fang outpost with the intent to burn it to the ground. The gaggle of girls continued to follow him, trying to convince him to stop and calm down. But he didn't listen. They should consider themselves lucky he didn't kill them as well, since they were the ones that lead this assholes to his home. As he neared the front gate, some of the White Fang spotted him. One of the snipers chuckled and went to put a bullet between his eyes. He was shocked when the bullet didn't even make him recoil. Forn gave a war cry before charging the gate, using his immense strength to shoulder bash it open.
It was a surprisingly small outpost, only housing a dozen or so Faunus. The first of these to fall victim to his wrath was a woman meaning the gate. She was splattered against the wall by the gate being smashed inward and colliding with her. Another Faunus started shooting at him, but to no avail. He sprinted at the man before grabbing him and throwing him over his shoulder, making the man hit the ground on his back hard. He then stopped and slammed his ax into the man's chest, killing him instantly. He ripped it out and continued his rampage. After killing three more Faunus, the door to the main area was kicked open. Out stepped a man as tall of Forn, a mask different from the others and wielding a massive chainsaw sword.
"So, you're the human that's been causing me issues."
"I'll send you to Hel!" Forn roared, before charging the man. They dueled, the commander dodging or blocking all of Forn's attacks. But Forn was relentless in his assault, and continued fighting even past when he should've been tired. Eventually, the commander landed a hard punch on Forn's abdomen, sending him flying into a nearby wall and crashing through it. He thought he'd beaten him, but continued watching the dust for a while. After a minute, he heard a growl, before a massive creature came barreling out of the cloud and tackled him to the ground. It looked like a huge Beowolf, but without the bone armor and coloured like a regular wolf. The monster went to bite his throat, but he blocked it with his sword arm.
He continued biting into his arm and thrashing his head about, all while snarling and growling ferociously. He tried punching it off of him but he wouldn't let go, he dropped his chainsaw and grabbed it with his other hand, then went to stab it in the eye, but it just bounced off its hide. Eventually his Aura broke, and he started screaming in pain as his arm was shredded by its sharp teeth.
When his arm was nothing more than a bloody pulp, the beast went for his throat, and successfully bit it this time. His screams of pain turned to gurgles as his throat was ripped out and eaten by this beast. It then stood up and turned to the remaining White Fang, its muzzle dripping with blood. It let out a terrifying roar and ran on all fours towards the Faunus. It tore them to shreds, then feasted on their corpses. When all was said and done, Forn turned back into his human form and began the trek back to his home.
He looked around, and it seemed the Huntresses had left. Probably couldn't handle watching the slaughter. But as he was walking through the snowy forest, he felt a buzz in his pocket. He remembered his Scroll. Each of the Immortals had a modified one, but they only used them to communicate between each other during emergencies.
He checked the notification, and saw it was from William. It was in Latin, which meant he didn't want to risk anyone knowing what it said. They had taught each other their native languages years ago, so they could communicate in secret.
"The Tomb of Death has been stolen." It read. Forn scowled. First these White Fang assholes, and now Mors was out? Maybe he'd need to call some old friends and see if they'd be willing to help.
"Do you know where the damned thing is?" He responded in Scandinavian.
"It was stolen by a Faunus terrorist group called the White Fang." Forn's scowl deepened. These dumbasses have no idea what they took, and now Remnant is going to suffer because of it.
"I was recently tracked down by some Huntresses and asked to join them. I said no, then these White Fang bastards attacked. I killed them, and just finished taking down one of their bases."
"Then it would seem we are being targeted, because the same thing happened to me just a few hours ago. I declined the Huntsman's proposition. I am currently on my way to the White Fang base to talk with their leader, a woman by the name of Sienna Khan."
Then Yato responded to this, which surprised Forn. "I have been in this situation as well. A Huntsman completed my challenge, and shortly after these White Fang attacked. The Huntsman asked me to kill a woman by the name of Cinder Fall."
"One of Salem's people?" Forn asked.
"Yes." Yato answered.
"Then what should we do? We can't let these attacks go unpunished." Forn wanted to take the head of this Sienna Khan as a trophy, but William stopped him.
"I will talk to the White Fang leader, while you two seek out the other two. See if you can convince them to aid us." That shocked him. He wanted them to find the other two?
"They aren't even fully immortal like us. Not to mention, one has a family, and the other renounced violence millenia ago. How can you expect us to convince them to help us?" Forn responded. This was insane.
"You have to try. I am nearing the White Fang base now, I will inform you of the outcome." And with that, William disconnected, leaving Forn and Yato to search for the others.
"I guess I have an old friend to visit after all." he said with a heavy sigh.
Holy fuck this took w hile to write. Sorry for that. The armor names, in case you wanna look em up. Mercy wears Dark Lurker armor and wields the Royal Amethyst sword and dagger. Tacet wears the Sinister Silence helm, but the rest of his armor is Bandit Lord and he wields the Annallee shield and flail. And Mors wears the Sacramentum Mortis armor, and wields the Beloved Dark shield and sword, but instead of a regular face in the middle, it's replaced with a skull.
Oh, and to clarify, the only people that are fully immortal, i.e. can't die at all, are the primary four, those being Mors, William, Forn, and Yato. Mors's children and these "other two" can't die of natural causes, but will die if you stab them in the heart, or something like that.
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