Prologue
In the space between realms, where reality is corrupted and defiled, four things emerged. They met on a world that had long been shattered by the death of a species and the birth-scream of a god, it's name lost to time.
The First to arrive was a being cloaked in schemes, displaying almost birdlike qualities. It had a beak made out of betrayal, and where it's eyes should have been was every lie conceived and every lie to be. It had wings that stretched into the past and future, and they were made of the purest of magic. It held a staff that whispered secrets that would shatter a mortal mind instantly upon hearing one.
The second being to arrive was rot made manifest. The thing had antlers with entire ecosystems on them, the cycle of life and death repeating endlessly. The stench radiating from it would rend a man from the mortal plane in a heartbeat, so overpowering and unnatural that it was. In it's it held a bell, and dripping from it was every disease to plague the stars.
The third thing arrival was heralded by a cacophony of moans and screams, intermingled to form the most enchanting song ever devised. It's Form was was made of every violation, changing every second to become the most gorgeous thing the viewer could think of. In it's hands was a whip made of debauchery incarnate, and shards of orgasmic pleasure woven into it.
The last god to arrive appeared as a massive suit of armor, radiating an overpowering sense of bloodshed. It's armor was made of the armor of all fallen warriors, and leaked of their blood. In its hands was a weapon that was constantly changing, as it was every weapon ever made. Wars were waged across it, and smaller versions of itself did battle on the armor, and battles on their armor, and so forth into eternity.
The first god, the thing of Change and lies, spoke first in a language incomprehensible to the mortal mind. It spoke of the great game, and their arch-enemy, the anathema.
"We have been deceived. The anathema has foreseen our Black Crusade, and with return of Gulliman the Great Game tips in his favor. This cannot stand."
While all four contemplated these words, it was the fourth god that spoke next, the god of war and bloodshed.
"We know this, Tzeentch. If this continues unchanged, we lose. And I do not lose. So how do we fix this?"
Tzeentch responded simply, with a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"It's simple. We must gather more champions."
And as Tzeentch said this, he held out his other hand,upon which an object hovered. It was a planet, with a shattered moon.
Ozpin sighed as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone. Glenda had berating him about inviting the young Ruby Rose to Beacon Academy, calling it dangerous and reckless. However, the opportunity to gain a silver eyed warrior combined with the rest of the students was far to appealing to let it slip by.
Ozpin was sitting at his desk in his office located at the top of Beacon's tower. In one hand was mug of coffee, and in the other hand was a file. In the file was a list of a the possible students for the year, many of which could become a possible solution to the long war he had waging.
He had been waging a shadow war against his true enemy, Salem. Salem controlled the creatures of Grimm, and they had been the bane of mankind. They were creatures made of Darkness, and were attracted to fear and other dark emotions. They were the reason mankind was confined to the four great cities of Vale, Mistrial, Atlas, and Vacuo.
Ozpin had led war again Salem for millennia, as he was reincarnated into a new body every time he died. He would eventually merge with soul of the new body, and continue the efforts against Salem. He had watched cities burn, watched heroes die, and then been reincarnated to do all over again.
It was this pain, this suffering that weighed upon his soul, and it created a small crack. A crack that could be exploited.
And as Ozpin struggled with his demons, a comet glowing with four lights shot across the night sky.
Ruby Rose was ecstatic. Not only had she stopped Roman Torchwick and helped a real Huntress, she had been invited to Beacon two years early. Now she would be attending with her sister, Yang.
Yang, her elder sister, had just graduated Signal Academy, and would be attending Beacon. She was currently fast asleep, exhausted after getting into a bar fight. She was disappointed, but not very surprised. Her sister had something of a reputation.
She looked out the window of the hotel, staring into the night sky. Despite the glow of Vale, the stars were still visible and even bright. It was beautiful.
As she watched the night sky, she saw something strange. There was a comet, with what looked like to have four colors. And for some reason, she felt a flicker of revulsion pass through her as she stared at the strange object.
Weiss Schnee was not in a good mood. Not only was it late and she was tired, she had to deal with her idiotic failure of a butler. He had forgotten half her luggage, leaving her with only 17 bags. How was she supposed live with only 17 bags?
Regardless of that mess, Weiss knew she could be content with the fact she had escaped her father. She still had Myrtenaster, and she was still going to Beacon. She was free.
As she finally went to bed, she looked up and out of a skylight above her. She had bought the pent house of a hotel in Vale, and she did not regret her choice.
And as Weiss looked skyward, she saw a bright object shoot across the dark sky. It was a four colored comet, and as she watched it she had the strangest feeling. Like she was being watched...
Blake Belladonna was running. Well, she was running from a lot of things; her past, her ex, her guilt, but right now she was running from a couple of gangsters. She could have taken them, but she really didn't want to complicate her invitation into Beacon.
She turned and dashed down a side alley, before quickly glancing around. As she heard voices approaching, she made her decision. She ran towards the wall, jump and clambering up the side of the building.
When she got to the top, Blake sighed. The Gangsters would not follow her up here. Who knew that the mob was racist? Not her, obviously. Maybe she should invest in something like a bow? That way she wouldn't be singled out as a Faunus.
As she relaxed on the roof, she looked up towards the night sky. The stars were particularly bright tonight. And as she looked skywards, she saw a strange four colored comet. As Blake looked at the strange celestial object, she just wished Humans and Faunus could stop fighting.
Jaune Arc stared into his sword, Crocea Mors. He was staring at his reflection, asking himself what the hell he was doing. Unfortunately, the shiny steel of the blade had no answers for him.
He had hoped that perhaps his ancestral blade would yield some answers, but it looked like he would receive no help. What did he expect though? That gazing into a sword, no matter how pretty or old it was, would give him answers?
No. Jaune was on his own. He had run away from home alone. He had his documents forged alone. He didn't need help to get into Beacon. He would be a Huntsman, and those that told him otherwise could be damned.
As Jaune Arc thought this, he noticed something strange in his reflection. There was something in the sky, distorting the image. And as he turned to get a better look, he swore that he heard whispering.
Pyrrha Nikos, Champion of Mistral, The Invincible Girl, wished she had never stepped into that first arena. She enjoyed the fighting, but she could go without the fame.
In fact, that was the major reason she had come to beacon instead going to Haven. While Mistral's academy for hunters and huntress wasn't lacking, her renown would have ostracized her. People would think that they weren't good enough to be her friends, causing her to be alone. Hopefully at Beacon, not as many people would recognize her, and she would be able to form actual relationships unaffected.
She would have a team at Beacon, a team who accepted her for who she was, not for who her fame made her out to be. And perhaps, amongst those team members, she might find someone...someone to love. And as she thought this, a four colored comet streaked overhead.
Lie Ren pushed a shopping cart down an aisle, occasionally stopping to grab an item. Tomorrow was a very important day, so he and Nora needed a good breakfast.
Speaking of Nora, she was back at the crumbling motel, which located on the edge of Vale. Hopefully she was already asleep, she needed the rest. All her energy had to come from somewhere, after all.
As he grabbed the last item and headed to the checkout, Ren felt something. Or rather, he felt his emotions become muted. His semblance was acting up. What would, or could, cause his semblance to activate on its own? The only other time that had happened had been the destruction of Kuroyuri, when he had unlocked it. As he contemplated this, a four colored comet streaked overhead.
The Emperor of Mankind floated across the warp. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say a shard of the Emperor. While a majority of the Emperor's consciousness was on Holy Terra, there were many fragments that were separated from their greater whole.
The particular fragment was watching the actions of the Arch Enemy. After the gambit with Gulliman's return, the Chaos Gods had been awfully silent. This could mean only one thing. They were planning something terrible, something that could upset the balance again.
So he would keep watching. He would be ready when the Ruinous powers made their move. He would be there to stop them. After all, what was that saying that his subjects aways said?
The Emperor Protects.
AN: So ends the Prologue. This is my first attempt at writing on this site, so all criticism is welcome. After all, even the harshest of criticism may hold a little truth.
To preemptively answer some questions, the only 40k characters that will get involved will be probably be Daemons. No Space Marines, no Aeldari, no Tau. Secondly, this is rated M because it will get dark. 40k is renowned for it's grim darkness. Thirdly, I am unsure about the speed of which I can get out chapters. We'll have to see, but hopefully I can get updates put on a regular basis.
That's all for now. I wish you all a good day or night, and The Emperor Protects.
