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Infinity Verse MAX
Reverse Weiss Schnee: The Kinslayer
Mirror, tell me something
Tell me who's the loneliest of all?
Fear of what's inside of me
Tell me can a heart be turned to stone?
Two years ago...
'When I get back up there, I'll kill them...ALL of them.'
These fantasies of bloodshed were all Weiss Schnee, the seventeen-year-old former heiress to the Schnee Dust Company could think about as she looked upward to the massive city that floated above her. Where no doubt her pompous 'family' continued to go about their lives of luxury as though she never even existed. Paying no mind at all to the girl they left to die down here after her little 'accident' that took one of her father's fingers on her tenth birthday.
She found herself amidst the crime-ridden city of Mantle as it and its people were seemingly left to rot by their oppressors above. They expected her to not last very long, no doubt. Stranded amidst the seas of killers, rapists, psychopaths, and corrupt cops and military, she should've only lasted a month tops.
That day was seven years ago, and yet here she still stands.
At first, the plan was to hide as much as she could, scrounge up food whenever she could, and stay out of trouble. Cower in the shadows and let the hoodlums in this city tear each other apart. But that all changed a year later when a gang of crooks cornered her, seemingly knowing who she was and intended on utilizing her as leverage against her family.
Just the mere mention of her 'family' seemed to set something off in eleven-year-old Weiss' mind, and utilizing what little training she had in both swordplay and her semblance thanks to 'dearest sister' Winter, she slaughtered them all.
On that day, standing before the mangled corpses and observing the bloodstained alleyway before looking down at the knife she had jabbed into the leader's heart, she knew what she needed to do now: Fight and survive.
And so, for the next six years, she trained herself further in the arts of combat with a basic sword she had stolen from one of Mantle's weapons shops, as well as in advancing the skills she was capable of with her Glyphs, she fought and killed her way from anyone that tried to either mug her, kill her, or in some cases, rape her. It became almost intoxicating for her to take a life after a while, eventually getting to the point that she would murder some random person just casually walking down the street just to get her fix.
But all of that was just practice for her true endgame. For whenever she needed any motivation to keep trudging through these newfound hardships, she would do just one simple thing.
Look up.
And the instant her eyes of blue saw the city of Atlas floating above her, any doubts she had faded in an instant as she continued to fantasize about her long overdue family reunion.
A reunion that may now be drawing closer than she realized.
Today started like any other. She had already murdered someone who made the mistake of trying to pickpocket her and was using her tattered, blood coated, white dress to clean in when she heard something.
"Red like roses fills my dreams..."
Singing? In a place like this? What could possibly motivate anyone to sing a tune in a hellhole like this?
But then she heard it again.
"Red like roses fills my dreams..."
Something was off about how she heard it the second time. Like, beneath the deceptively innocent nature of this song lied something far, far darker and much more sinister than she realized. Curious, the former Schnee heiress began to slowly walk towards the alleyway where she heard the voice.
"Red like roses fills my dreheheheams heheheheh..."
The devious chuckle this mystery person let out turned Weiss' blood colder than it normally was as she continued onward, placing a hand on her sheathed sword as she did so. She then finally reached the end of the alley and saw, peaking through the shadows, the corpse of a man wearing a long-sleeved, burgundy shirt and with claws at the ends of his fingers, giving away that this person was, in fact, a Faunus. Though that wasn't what drew Weiss' attention. What did was the massive hole in his chest and his now heart-less ribcage.
Weiss raised an eyebrow at this sight, not caring in the slightest of what happened to some unlucky bastard that gets murdered in Mantle, least of all a Faunus, and, feeling as though she wasted enough time, turned to leave...only for a pair of silver eyes to meet her up close.
"Well...hi there."
The former Schnee heiress let out a gasp of fright as she jumped backward and readied her sword, getting a good look at whoever was stupid enough to try and sneak up on her like that. She was slightly surprised to find a fifteen-year-old girl with short, slightly spikey black and red hair and wearing an outfit that comprised of a black corset over a mesh sleeveless top and a white, long-sleeved blouse, a red skirt, and a red cape and hood. Strapped to her back was a red and black customized, high-impact sniper rifle that seemed to be able to turn into some kind of bladed weapon based on Weiss' guess.
The girl that stood before Weiss grinned in a sadistic and crazed manner as she slowly advanced towards her.
"Sooooooo, what's a cute little snowflake like you doing in this shithole?" she pondered.
"I fail to see how that's any of your business," Weiss snapped back as she thrust her sword forward.
"Ooooh, she bites too," the hooded girl responded. "Name's Ruby, by the way."
"I didn't ask," Weiss pointed out. "Because I don't care."
At that moment, she couldn't help but turn back to the corpse of the Faunus she had found, a question buzzing in her head.
"Yup, that's my handiwork right there, in case you were wondering," Ruby said, causing Weiss' head to turn back to her. "Ol' Tuskon over there thought he could hide from him here after botching up an assassination attempt on the White Fang's High Leader...BIG mistake, as you can clearly see."
As Ruby thought back to her latest victim's pleas of mercy, she couldn't help but giggle to herself in a manner that once again sent a chill running down Weiss' spine.
"Pity he ended up fucking that job up, though," she pouted. "A tigerskin rug was JUST what my room needed...Oh well, guess a bearskin one'll do."
"Wait...who's 'him?'" the former Schnee heiress asked.
"Ah, ah, ah...quid pro quo, Snowflake," the hooded girl interjected. "I told you my name and my business here, so how bout you return the favor?"
A sigh escaped the white-haired girl's lips as she slowly lowered her sword, looking down on the blood-soaked ground as she did so.
"You wouldn't believe me," she admitted.
"C'mon, try me," Ruby replied.
"...It's Weiss," the former heiress admitted.
"Weiss..." the crazed girl said to herself. "Weiss...Weiss...Now, where have I heard that name before?...Hm, let's see...Wait..."
She then snapped her fingers in realization.
"Same name as the former heiress to the SDC, of course!" she stated. "But, of course, couldn't possibly be you since, well, she's kinda dead."
Hearing this caused Weiss' eyes to widen in shock.
"Wait, what?!" she exclaimed. "Is that what they said?!"
"...What fucking rock have you been living under?" Ruby asked. "Everyone knows that after vanishing from the public eye on her tenth birthday, she caught some ailment or something and died a year later."
As Ruby continued to speak, the Schnee heiress' grip on the handle of her sword got tighter and tighter, her knuckles turning completely white as she closed her eyes, tears of anger slowly trickling down her face.
"So...So I really WAS dead to them," she whispered.
"Eh?" Ruby asked.
"They lied to you," Weiss answered as she looked back up at her. "I AM Weiss Schnee."
A hush fell over the alleyway upon this shocking revelation being uncovered...only for it to end when Ruby burst out in an uncontrollable laughing fit.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! N-Now that, th-that's a good one!" she said as she clutched her sides. "Sa-Says she's Weiss Schnee! GAHAHAHAH-"
Suddenly, the red-hooded girl was interrupted by a white glyph slamming onto the left side of her body, forcing her up against the alley's brick wall before fading away into nothingness, allowing her to fall onto the snow-coated pavement roughly.
"OW! Wha-What the fuck was-" she attempted to say, only for a shadow to loom over her.
Ruby looked upward, seeing Weiss glaring down at her whilst a smaller version of the glyph that attacked her floated above the palm of her right hand.
"Believe me now, you dolt?" she sneered.
"...You are REALLY lucky you're cute, otherwise, you'd be breathing through your eye sockets right about now," Ruby retaliated before attempting to get back onto her feet, clutching onto her chest as she did so. "Ow! Goddamnit! I think you got a couple of ribs with that one."
She then proceeded to dust off the snow on her outfit before continuing.
"Okay, so let's say you ARE Weiss Schnee...Doesn't really explain what you're doing down here instead of up there."
She pointed up to the city above as she finished that sentence.
"It's...It's a long story," Weiss replied.
"Hey, my job's done, I ain't got anywhere else I need to be, so fire away, Ice Queen," Ruby countered.
The psychotic teenager proceeded to sit down on a nearby, rust coated bench, crossing her legs and patting the empty space next to her to try and convince Weiss to join her. Sighing in relentment, the former heiress approached the bench and sat down next to her.
"Well...you'd think growing up as the daughter of one of the richest men in the world would be a life of luxury," she began. "Fame, riches beyond your wildest dreams, and being promised to inherit everything once he either steps down or dies. It sounds almost like paradise, don't you think?"
"Eh, my idea of paradise usually involves skinning someone alive and taking in those sweet wails of agony before they die," Ruby answered in an unnervingly nonchalant manner.
"...Uh..." Weiss uttered, unsure exactly how to respond to that. "...Anyway, let me tell you something, Ruby. Life in the Schnee Manor...It's anything but sunshine and rainbows."
The white-haired girl clasped her hands together and looked down as memories of her childhood came back to her.
"My father barely even acknowledged I existed. I still remember so many times I tried to greet him after a hard day's work, pent up by so much stress his job gave him, trying desperately to make him feel better like the good little girl I strived to be. After a while, I guess some of it rubbed off onto me, cause soon, it evolved from innocent greetings to full-blown shouting matches with that bastard. I occasionally spent days locked in my room because I dared to let him know what a miserable pile of garbage he truly was. Soon, he even started to hit me on an almost day-to-day basis while my mother did nothing to help her daughter."
She stopped briefly to point to the scar down her left eye.
"This right here...one day when I was nine, right after he struck me, I punched him square in the face. I'll let you fill in the blanks."
Her hand then lowered from her face as both of her fists clenched tightly, her anger beginning to build up once more.
"My hatred for him grew more and more as time passed. Eventually, it bled through to my mother and younger brother for doing nothing to try and end this abuse. I didn't care that they were probably terrified of what he could do with that amount of power and control behind him. I even started to hate my older sister for the same reasons, even though she was at least nice enough to teach me a few things she learned from the Atlas military. And then...then all of it finally came to a boiling point on my tenth birthday."
"Mm-hm, mm-hm, go on," Ruby encouraged.
"I...I...caught wind of...of a fight my parents were having..." Weiss continued as she clenched her eyes shut, the rage-induced tears flowing once more. "My father...the man who was supposed to raise me and care for me...admitted that the only reason she married my mom...was for the family name...I was worthless to him. I always was, and I always will be. And at that moment...I snapped and tried to kill him."
"Oooh, now we get to the fun part!" Ruby beamed. "Details, I want details!"
"Hate to disappoint, but I didn't get very far," Weiss responded. "I tackled him off his chair, only managed to slice one of his fingers off, and that's when his bodyguards barged in and knocked me out. When I finally came to, I found myself down here."
Her breathing started to get heavier and heavier as she began to seethe with hatred.
"He...he left me...a ten-year-old girl who just got told by her own damn father she meant nothing to him...TO DIE!"
As she continued to heave in and out, an occasional sob escaping while her tears continued to fall, Ruby simply observed silently...when an idea sparked in her deranged head. One that she was sure would put her in her boss' good graces for quite some time. She then proceeded to carry out this newfound plan of hers, starting with something that was almost alien to her...a comforting hand on Weiss' shoulder.
"Aw, you poor thing," she said. "I think I got just the thing that'll help wash your tro-"
"No, you don't, Ruby," Weiss suddenly gritted, slapping Ruby's hand off of her. "There is nothing you could possibly give me that I would want. NOTHING!"
"Oh?" Ruby questioned. "Even a little trip up to Atlas to, let's say...reconnect with the family?"
The former heiress of the SDC was about to shout at the psychotic girl even more, only for her to stop immediately upon hearing those words.
"...Wh-What did you say?" she asked.
"You heard," Ruby answered.
"...D-Don't joke about that, okay?" Weiss requested. "You'd never manage to get me back up there."
"Never say never, my dear," Ruby countered. "I know someone back at Vale who'd be able to pull some strings. I can take you to him, if you'd like."
"R-Really?!" a stunned Weiss asked. "T-Take me to him! Please!"
A smirk emerged from the hooded girl's face, her plan coming together perfectly.
"With pleasure, my Snowflake."
One year later...
The scene, a cargo airship approaching the city of Atlas after departing from Vale. All signs pointed towards yet another flawless delivery of several crates of explosive dust for the Atlesian military. However, something far, far more sinister was hiding inside. For inside the cockpit, two girls that snuck inside by concealing themselves from within one of the crates controlled the airship, and bellow them were the mangled corpses of the ship's actual pilots.
The girls' names: Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee.
Ruby continued to wear her traditional garb, the same outfit that she wore when she first met the former heiress, however Weiss had abandoned her tattered dress for something much cleaner and built for combat. She now wore a gray sleeveless dress over a white strapless dress, and above them was a blood-red shrug with a raised collar and a rose emblem on the left sleeve. Her hair had been cleaned since that day and her ponytail was now braided with an icicle-shaped tiara pinning it, her hands were covered by gloves that were a darker shade of red, covering her legs were a pair of pale red, wedge-heeled boots, and over her dresses was a light red, corset-style belt with several dust pouches and her newest weapon, a multi-action dust rapier with a revolving chamber containing six types of dust within she dubbed 'Myrtenaster,' strapped onto it.
After that day one year ago, Ruby made good on her promise to take her to the man she believed could make her ambitions a reality: Ozma. Seizing the newfound opportunity one of his students brought to him, the devious headmaster of Beacon accepted her into his academy on the sole grounds that, in the aftermath of her planned bloody rampage, the Schnee Dust Company would answer to him. Accepting the terms he had given her, she immediately began her year of training, undergoing day after day of grueling, unrelenting trials at the hands of the various teachers at the academy, such as Miss Goodwitch or Professor Oobleck. It was a daunting year for the former heiress, but she pressed on, once again reminding her of her endgame and how she was closer than ever to that day.
That being said, there was one thing Weiss most certainly didn't expect to find at a place like this: Love. Ever since she had arrived here, Ruby continued to call her those same pet names she had heard the day she met. Ice Queen, Snowflake, cutie, it had become clear after a while to Weiss that she wasn't simply teasing her. Normally, when someone tried to make a move like that to Weiss, it was usually some disgusting pervert that wanted nothing more than to violate her. And every time it happened, it ended the same: With said pervert being immediately castrated and left on the streets to bleed to death.
But Ruby was different. She began to feel uneasy around her after some time, her cheeks heating up soon afterward. The truth was that the deranged huntress was the first person she could recall ever being nice to her. She owed her everything for presenting this opportunity to her and she was the first that actually bothered to listen to her troubles and do something about it. All of it came to a head one day when she swiftly grabbed the red-hooded girl and planted her lips onto hers after one of their many training sessions. Ruby, being Ruby, decided to just roll with it and their training session turned into a night of having sex in the training arena. An act that none of the other students or even teachers dared to interrupt, less they end up on the wrong end of Crescent Rose.
When the day finally came that she and Ruby were to commit the deed that she had eagerly been anticipating for the past year, Weiss was ecstatic beyond belief, hardly able to contain her excitement as she and her new beloved snuck aboard the cargo ship or even when the two of them slashed the pilots' throats. Then, as the ship approached the floating city, the butterflied began to form in the Schnee heiress' stomach as she began to breathe deeply. Ruby, noticing this, placed a hand on top of hers.
"Hey, you're gonna do great," she said sincerely.
This seemed to calm Weiss down as her breathing slowed and she grasped her lover's hand back.
"Manta 5, you are way off course," the radio in the airship suddenly stated. "Redirect yourself or-"
"Yeah, sorry about that, but we're gonna be taking a little...detour, if you guys don't mind," Ruby interrupted through the bloodied headset she had confiscated from one of the pilots.
"...Who is this?!" the person on the other side demanded. "Where is-"
The conversation was cut short, however, by Weiss thrusting Myrtenaster into the radio.
"Boring conversation," she remarked, earning a chuckle from Ruby.
The two of them turned back to the window, seeing something that was getting closer and closer in their view...the Schnee Manor.
"Ready?" Ruby asked her lover.
Weiss proceeded to surround both of them with several glyphs before responding.
"...Ready."
With that, Ruby pushed on the ship's control yok down as hard as she could, sending the vessel plummeting down towards the mansion bellow. It crashed through the roof and into the main hall, crushing several unsuspecting, innocent people to death before smashing itself into the main stairwell and bursting into flames. A multitude of those that the craft had missed looked upon the sight in pure horror, observing the blood-stained, burning wreckage before them, before two figures suddenly burst out of the heap's top. Propelled by the heiress' glyphs, Ruby and Weiss both shot upward before landing in front of the onlookers who all let out a frightened scream. Weiss simply narrowed her eyes in contempt while Ruby grinned towards her latest victims. For she had planned the perfect day to strike so as to inflict maximum casualties.
A banquet behested by one Jacques Schnee.
"You didn't invite us..." Ruby began before pointing Crescent Rose at a random guest. "...so we decided to crash!"
One shot was all it took to blow the poor man's brains out, blood splattering onto his wife, who proceeded to shriek in terror. The other panicking guests attempted to make their way to the door, only for Weiss to launch herself using a glyph towards the door, jabbing her sword onto the floor and causing a wall of ice to form in front of it, trapping them all inside.
"They're all yours, Rosie," she said to her psychotic girlfriend with a smile.
"Aw, Snowflake, you shouldn't have!" Ruby beamed.
With that, the former heiress jumped over the wreckage of their ship and onto the stairs, sprinting upward while the banquet's guests, petrified beyond belief, backed away from Ruby as she slowly approached them with her scythe, madly giggling about what she was about to do with them.
The instant the attack began, seven Atlesian soldiers began sprinting down the hallways towards the main hall, weapons at the ready to deal with whoever was responsible. The squadron turned left towards their destination, only to see someone at the end of the hall, slowly advancing towards them with a sword at the ready. In an instant, they raised their rifles at her as a warning.
"Drop the sword!" one of them ordered.
The girl approaching them, however, did not slow her approach. Rather, she raised a hand upward, snapping her fingers as she did so, causing several glyphs to shoot upward at their guns, causing them to fly out of their hands. One of the stunned soldiers then drew out a pistol and began firing at this hostile, only for a much larger glyph to form in front of her, blocking the bullets as she continued to walk towards them. Two more glyphs proceeded to form above and bellow the soldier before the top one shot down and the bottom one shot up, completely crushing him into a bloodied mess before he could so much as cry out in pain.
The other six soldiers turned white as ghosts upon seeing their comrade's remains fall to the floor in a mess of mangled flesh and bones before another glyph shot out from the distance, slicing one soldier's head in half. His corpse fell to reveal to the others the girl now only a few feet away, her hair covering her hate-filled eyes in shadows.
FOR WHOM THE GUN TOLLS, FOR WHOM THE PREY WEEPS
BOW BEFORE A WAR, CALL IT RELIGION
SOME WOUNDS NEVER HEAL, SOME TEARS NEVER WILL
DRY FOR THE UNKIND, CRY FOR MANKIND
One of the soldiers pulled out a combat knife and lunged it towards the girl, only for her to deflect the attack and knock the weapon out of his hand with her own. She then slashed her sword deep into the soldier's chest, causing a torrent of blood to start gushing out as he fell to the ground. Afterward, she proceeded to swing her sword towards a duo of her enemies, causing a wave of fire to shoot out of the blade, setting the two of them ablaze. As the two of them screaming in agony whilst being burned alive, the revolving chamber in her rapier rotated before she elbowed a soldier that attempted to tackle her onto the floor. With her enemy down, she swung her weapon down towards his head, purple gravity dust being released, which proceeded to instantly crush his head into a bloodied pulp.
The final soldier had the good sense to try and make a run for it, only for the white-haired girl to form a glyph behind her, jumping back onto it before launching herself towards her target. Once she was in range, one slice was all it took to sever him in half. Both his legs and his torso slammed onto the floor, which began to slowly be coated more and more in red, as what was left of the soldier desperately tried to crawl away while ignoring the immense pain he was in. The sounds of heels clacking caused him to freeze in terror and looked up to see the girl who had slain his fellow soldiers in cold blood, looking down with a scornful expression on her face. Before he could so much as beg for mercy, the girl lifted her left leg up and drove her heel into his head, piercing through his skull and deep into his brain, causing him to twitch uncontrollably as she drove it deeper and deeper, twisting it from side to side to make his final moments as painful as possible. Only when what remained of his body went limp did she finally cease and pull her heel out of the freshly made hole in his head.
EVEN THE DEAD CRY, THEIR ONLY COMFORT
KILL YOUR FRIEND, I DON'T CARE, ORCHID KIDS, BLINDED STARE
NEED TO UNDERSTAND, NO NEED TO FORGIVE
NO TRUTH NO SENSE, LEFT TO BE FOLLOWED
Winter Schnee could do nothing but listen to the sounds of the Atlesian soldiers screaming in her COMM device whilst they were picked off one by one as she continued to barrel down the hallways of her father's manor. It all happened so suddenly for the Atlesian specialist. One second she was begrudgingly approaching the manor's dining hall to attend this banquet her bastard father had arranged, the next, the building rumbled and the muffled sounds of something crashing on the first floor were heard. Wasting no time, she instructed her mother and younger brother to find cover while she and the rest of the Atlas soldiers inside investigated.
Her mind raced with several questions as she continued to run down the halls, holding onto her sword tightly as she did so. Questions that she was soon to receive the answers to...and it was unlikely that she was going to like one such answer for one specific question. 'Who could have done this?'
A bloodcurdling scream broke her out of her concentration, causing her to instantly turn towards the source. There, at the end of the hallway, was a girl plunging a rapier onto the back of one of her fellow Atlesian soldiers, electricity arcing from the sword directly into his body. A gasp of horror escaped her lips before she charged towards this mysterious girl. Having heard the sounds of Winter's approach, the girl pulled her own weapon out of the soldier's body and blocked the blade that was heading directly for her neck. She then had her rapier switch its revolver to a vial of wind dust that generated a gust that sent Winter flying up against the wall.
Seeing the woman before her caused the girl to scowl directly at her as she slid down to the floor and slowly start to approach her, but not before swiftly decapitating the soldier she was previously torturing.
"Who are you?" Winter demanded as she slowly got back on her feet.
"It has been some time, so I suppose I could forgive you for not recognizing me..." the girl began.
Then, without warning, a massive glyph was summoned behind her, bewildering Winter to no end since such a semblance was believed currently to only be hereditary to the Schnee family. So how could this girl possibly be able to wield such a power unless...
"...Sister," the girl finally finished, venom lacing her voice.
Hearing this caused Winter's heart to nearly stop as her eyes widened in pure shock.
"W-...Weiss?" she just barely mustered.
"Oh, what's the matter, Winter?" Weiss asked as she continued to approach her eldest sister. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"H-H-How?" Winter questioned. "You died! He-Father said that-"
"Cut the bullshit, Winter!" Weiss snapped. "I know you were in on that bastard's scheme to get rid of me."
"He what?!" the Atlas specialist exclaimed in horror. "Weiss, I swear, I-"
"STOP LYING TO ME!" the former heiress screamed, hot tears welling in her eyes. "That's why you didn't stop him, wasn't it? You all sided with him and just waited for the right moment to dump me down to Mantle like I was garbage! And then you told the world I was dead to cover your asses!"
Tears of her own began to form in Winter's eyes. All those years ago, as she trained her younger sister, she began to notice something darker growing beneath Weiss' very soul. She would often let out her hatred for her father to her, likely because she knew, at the time, she could trust her. Eventually, she began to mutter to herself about how she wanted to kill him, or how her mother and Whitley turned a blind eye to the abuse she endured. She couldn't help but think to herself now that maybe, if she had done something about it, she could have prevented her sister from devolving to the monster that took her shape. At that moment, she couldn't help but let her emotions overpower her.
"Weiss..." she choked out. "I-"
"Save it," Weiss coldly interrupted. "I don't want your half-hearted apology."
Suddenly, with the wave of her hand, a white, almost ghostly Beowolf formed behind her as she continued to glare at her eldest sister.
"What I DO want...IS YOUR BLOOD!" she finished.
A visibly shaken Winter stared at this sight for a couple of seconds before finally shaking it off, readying her weapon for a fight she never in a million years could dream of happening.
"Weiss, please, I don't want to fight you," she pleaded.
"That's a shame...because I CERTAINLY want to fight you," Weiss countered.
With that declaration, the Beowolf charged towards Winter and managed to slash its claws at her while she wasn't focused, taking a chunk of her aura with it, her body shattering a nearby decorative vase as it flew up against a wall. She managed to quickly get back on her feet and slice the summoned Grimm in half, only for her sister to sprint towards her and bring her sword down upon her. She managed to block it just in time and was about to try and go on the offensive, only for Weiss to deliver a barrage of quick yet powerful slashes with Myrtenaster, forcing her to have to go completely on the defensive. The entire time, Weiss continued to give her eldest sister a scornful, hate-filled look with a clear intent to kill.
"As you can see, dearest Winter, my skills have doubled since last we saw each other!" she stated as she continued her assault.
"Then it seems you've forgotten a very important lesson, Weiss," Winter countered. "Twice the pride means double the fall!"
Before Weiss could say anything in response, a glyph of Winter's creation formed between the two of them and thrust the younger Schnee away from her. Once she was far enough away, six more glyphs formed around Weiss as a seventh propelled Winter to the one that was directly behind her sister. She landed feet first and thrust herself towards the one on Weiss' left, delivering a devastating slash from her own blade at her. She continued this tactic for each glyph that surrounded her target until finally delivering a crushing blow from above that sent Weiss on her back and sliding across the floor. She shook off the damage her aura had sustained and got back on her feet, only to see a summoned Queen Lancer floating behind her sister as she unsheathed the second sword that was concealed in her main weapon.
"Weiss...I'm only going to say this one more time...DON'T make me do this!" Winter pleaded.
"Worry less about what you'd do to me and more about what I'm going to do to you!" Weiss retaliated.
Then, much to Winter's shock, a large, almost medieval-like suit of armor that towered over both Schnee sisters formed behind Weiss. Carrying a gargantuan broadsword, it barreled towards Winter's Queen Lancer, which flew upward to narrowly avoid its attack, causing the sword to slice through the wall and cause a portion of it to collapse. In the midst of this, Weiss once more dashed towards her sister, swinging her rapier towards her, only for her to block the attack with one sword and slash at her with the second. Grunting in pain, Weiss retaliated by having the revolver on her weapon switch to red fire dust, superheating the blade and, with two swiped, managed to slice off the blade of Winter's first sword. The Atlas specialist looked down at her now bladeless hilt stunned, allowing Weiss the chance to swing her leg at her face, the force of the kick causing her to stumble backward.
While that was going on, the massive armor deflected the stinger of the Queen Lancer with its sword and attempted to swing its massive fist down upon its head, only for it to fly downward and lunge its stinger once more. It managed to pierce through the armor's chest, only for it to grab the Lancer by its abdomen and swing it through one of the hallway's windows, shattering it in the process. It then slammed the body of the summoned insectoid Grimm onto the floor and lifted its sword up before bringing it down upon its head, decapitating it and causing it to dissipate out of existence.
Back with Weiss and Winter, the younger of the Schnee sisters continued to unleash all her fury upon her eldest sister, slashing with great speed and ferocity and taking advantage of the emotional anguish that she now knew practically consumed Winter's very soul. It was ironic. One of the first lessons she had taught her when she trained her was 'Emotions can grant you strength, but you must never let them overpower you.' And yet, here Winter was. Struggling to keep up with the sister she had assumed was dead all these years because she just couldn't bring herself to harm her, despite devolving into the monster that continued to slash her aura away.
Finally, with a cry filled with contempt and hatred, she brought her rapier down upon her sister, causing her aura to break and for her to fall harshly onto the floor before her, her sword sliding away from her as Weiss looked down at her newest victim. With a wave of her hand, a glyph formed around Winter's neck, an open hole at the center tightly clasping itself around it. The Atlesian specialist could do nothing but struggle to breathe and grasp onto the glyph in desperation while her younger sister stepped onto her back to keep her from moving.
"W-We-Weiss..." Winter just barely managed to cough out.
"What's wrong, Winter?" Weiss asked. "I assumed that this is what you've always wanted."
Suddenly, the glyph began to shrink itself, the section that clasped around Winter's neck now slowly slicing into its flesh and causing blood to gush out of the freshly made wounds whilst she continued to try and free herself, despite her now beginning to choke on her own blood.
FACING THIS UNBEARABLE FEAR, LIKE MEETING AN OLD FRIEND
(TIME TO DIE, POOR MATES, YOU MADE ME WHAT I AM!)
"After all...isn't it a teacher's greatest desire for her student to surpass her?" Weiss continued as she began to grin to herself, much like her deranged girlfriend would.
IN THIS WORLD OF A MILLION RELIGIONS, EVERYONE PRAYS THE SAME WAY
(YOUR PRAYING IS IN VAIN, IT'LL ALL BE OVER SOON!)
Then, slowly but surely, the glyph started to pull Winter's head and spine out of her body, blood continuing to coat the floor as her body began to thrash wildly in pain and she began to scream in agony, soon letting out a final, high-pitched shriek due to her vocal cords being stretched to inhuman lengths, before finally falling silent once her head and spinal cord were completely severed from her body.
Amid the chaos, Willow Schnee had barricaded herself into her study along with her son, Whitley, in an attempt to try and ride out whatever had befallen onto their home. Even so, the two of them feared the all too likely outcome that whoever was responsible would find them soon enough. Unfortunately for them, it was an outcome that came much, much quicker than they realized. For not long after they had pushed Willow's desk onto the door, something practically exploded from the other side, forcing the mother and son to quickly find cover as the desk flew into the back wall.
FATHER HELP ME, SAVE ME A PLACE BY YOUR SIDE
(THERE IS NO GOD! OUR CREED IS BUT FOR OURSELVES)
The two of them then peeked out of their hiding spots to see, standing at the now open doorway, Weiss, her eyes covered by shadows once more, Myrtenaster in her left hand and something dangling from the right. Upon seeing her long thought dead daughter, Willow made the unfortunate mistake of standing up from where she hid herself, a look of shock in her tear-filled eyes, as she approached her.
"Weiss?" she asked.
(NOT A HERO UNLESS YOU DIE! OUR SPECIES EAT THE WOUNDED ONES)
It was at that moment that she finally saw what it was that was in Weiss' right hand...Winter's head, dangling by her spine.
DRUNK WITH THE BLOOD OF YOUR VICTIMS, I DO FEEL YOUR PITY-WANTING PAIN
LUST FOR FAME, A DEADLY GAME
(RUN AWAY WITH YOUR IMPECCABLE KIN!)
A look of distraught overtook Willow's face as she finally noticed the decapitated head of her eldest daughter, only to then also notice Weiss' blue eyes glaring right at her.
GOOD WOMBS HATH BORN BAD SONS
Before she could speak, Willow was then forced up against the back wall by her daughter, who barreled towards her thanks to one of her glyphs. With her mother now pinned to the wall, Weiss threw her to the floor and began to bring her rapier down onto her, stabbing Willow repeatedly as she could do nothing but scream in pain. Seeing his mother in distress, Whitley proceeded to grab an empty wine bottle and shatter it before charging towards her deranged sister, only for him to stop when a glyph formed at the center of his body, splitting his body in half horizontally. Whitley's eyes widened for a split second, only for the life to then fade from them and for both halves of his body to fall over, his organs beginning to spill out and drench the floor with blood.
Unfortunately, his mother could not even scream out in anguish over this atrocity, for she had begun to choke on her blood while her daughter continued to relentlessly stab her with her weapon. Never fading until her victim went completely still. Only then did she finally cease her vicious attack, her now outfit drenched in red as she walked around the body of her mother and through the puddle of her blood before looking down at her lifeless hues with not even the slightest hint of remorse or regret for her deed.
CURSING GOD, WHY? FALLING FOR EVERY LIE
SURVIVORS' GUILT IN US FOREVERMORE
FIFTEEN CANDLES, REDEEMERS OF THIS WORLD
DWELL IN HYPOCRISY, "HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?"
"Your study, sir," an Atlesian soldier stated as he escorted Jacques Schnee through the halls. "You should be safe here."
"I'd better be," the owner of the SDC bitterly responded.
Wasting no time, Jacques immediately rushed into the room and slammed the door shut, not even bothering to thank the two soldiers that helped bring him here safely amidst the chaos. Once he was inside, the duo of Atlesian soldiers stood before opposite sides of the door, rifles at the ready to bring down anyone who wished to make an attempt on his life.
But then, all of a sudden, a burst of red crashed through the ceiling from the vents above and landed in front of the stunned guards, revealing itself to be Ruby, grinning psychotically at the two of them, her outfit and weapon drenched in red.
"Evening, gentlemen," she said before swinging her scythe at the soldiers.
From the other side, Jacques began to hear the sounds of gunfire, only for it to then be replaced by screaming.
"What the hell is going on out there?" he said. "Guards!"
He approached the door and grasped on the knob, only for it to not even budge when he attempted to turn it and for it to feel suspiciously cold. He looked down to see a most peculiar sight...the knob had somehow been completely frozen. Not long afterward, the blood of the two soldiers began to seep through the door's bottom crack and into the room.
"Hello, Father," a voice suddenly said.
The white-haired man's already ice-cold blood somehow managed to run even colder upon hearing this person's voice. He slowly turned around to his desk to see, sitting there, his now only child, covered in blood and scowling at the man who had caused her so much pain and misery.
"W-Weiss?" Jacques questioned. "But-but I thought you-"
"Died? Like you hoped I had?" Weiss asked. "Well, Father, as you can clearly see, your little scheme failed."
She then brought up a wine bottle and a glass that she had, well, 'inherited' from her mother's collection.
"So, it's been eight years since I last saw you, how have you been? Is your hand adjusting well without that finger?"
In the midst of Weiss' question, her father slowly reached his hand to one of his back pockets, where a concealed pistol was located. However, right before he could grasp it, with the snap of Weiss' fingers, a glyph formed around his hand and forcefully pulled it away from his weapon much to his shock.
"Now, I come all this way to pay my family a little visit and THAT'S how you greet me?" the former heiress asked. "*tsk* I see you haven't changed one bit."
She watched as her captive father attempted to free his hand to no avail, all while she poured herself a glass of wine. She took one sip from it before continuing with the conversation.
"Have a seat, Father," she said, motioning to an empty chair in front of her.
"You...You have the NERVE to speak like that to me, you insolent-!" Jacques attempted to chastize.
"HAVE. A. SEAT. FATHER," Weiss repeated harshly.
Three more glyphs then appeared around Jacques' other hand and both of his feet, pulling themselves towards the empty chair which had turned itself around thanks to another glyph. Despite the owner of the SDC's efforts, he was eventually forced to sit down on said chair, the glyphs forcing his arms onto the armrests and his feet onto the floor, before it turned itself to where Jacques was now facing his scorned daughter.
"Now, isn't this better?" said daughter asked.
"Do you...Do you really expect me to start groveling before you now? To beg for your forgiveness over my actions?" Jacques snarled.
"Oh, no, Father, I'm well beyond giving a damn about your forgiveness," Weiss coldly answered before taking another sip of wine. "After all, I, your own daughter, wasn't worth spit to you, so why should your words be worth anything to me?"
"Then why DID you come here?" Jacques questioned.
His daughter gave off a dark chuckle in response before answering.
"You mean you haven't figured it out?" she asked. "It's simple."
She then proceeded to sip what was left of her wine before continuing.
"To give you what you fucking deserve."
The instant those words escaped her lips, three figures formed behind Weiss, slowly revealing themselves to be summoned duplicates of Willow, Winter, and Whitley, much to Jacques' horror.
"What did you-" he tried to ask.
"What do you think I did, you idiot?" Weiss interrupted before turning to the summons of her family.
The three of them nodded once before slowly walking around the desk and approaching Jacques, who had a look of unbridled terror overtake his face.
"W-Weiss, what...what are you doing?" he asked as cold sweat ran down his face.
"Taking back what was promised to me," Weiss answered as she rose up from her seat, glaring down at her father. "After today, the Schnee Dust Company will be mine and mine alone...And I will make it my mission to ensure that NO ONE remembers you after you're gone."
"W-W-Weiss, d-darling, why don't we just sit down and-" Jacques pleaded.
"Winter, shut him up," Weiss ordered.
Without hesitation, the Winter summon reached into her father's mouth and proceeded to violently tear his tongue off. The head of the SCD screamed out in agony only for the summon of Willow to pull him off of the chair he was forcefully seated upon, resulting in both of his hands being ripped out thanks to the glyphs that bound them. Once he was on the floor, the three summons began to viciously rip into Jacques' body, all while he continued to thrash about in misery and while his daughter watched the sight with a wicked grin on her face.
"See? Now why couldn't any of you have bothered to do that?" she asked the summons as though they were the actual people they represented. "Maybe then you'd all still be alive."
After several, wretched seconds of torture, the life finally faded from Jacques' eyes, only for the three summons to continue to tear his corpse apart until there was nothing left but a heap of mangled flesh and bones above a pool of blood. Only then did Weiss finally have the summons dissipate before seating herself back down, chuckling to herself.
"Ah, what a day," she said.
No sooner than when she said that did the door to the study open, revealing Ruby and the equally mutilated corpses of the two Atlesian soldiers who tried to stop her. The scythe-wielding huntress proceeded to step inside, catching the corpse of Weiss' father on the floor before whistling in impressment.
"Love what you've done with the place, Snowflake," she remarked.
"I figured you would, Rosie," Weiss responded. "I take it you had fun?"
"Mm-hm," Ruby answered in an eerily chipper tone. "I'm gonna go take care of the rest of the guards in here."
"Well, when you do, you come right back here, got it?" Weiss ordered.
"Uh, sure, Weiss, but why?" Ruby asked.
"Oh, I think you know why," a smirking Weiss answered before giving her lover a wink.
"...Oh, I see what you mean," Ruby responded with a smirk of her own.
"Don't wash the blood off this time," Weiss playfully requested.
"Heh, wouldn't dream of it, Ice Queen," Ruby responded.
She was about to head off to finish her task, only to stop after taking a couple of steps.
"Oh! And don't worry about Atlas trying to screw this up for you. Ozzy'll make sure nothing happens. He's got Ol' Ironwood by the balls, you know."
"Got it," Weiss replied.
Ruby, again, was about to depart when...
"Oh, Ruby, one more thing," Weiss said.
The red-hooded girl, again, ceased walking and turned around to see her girlfriend approaching her. Once she reached her, the new head of the SCD wrapped her arms around the psychopathic huntress in a loving embrace.
"I couldn't have done this without you," she stated before planting a quick kiss on Ruby's lips. "Thank you."
"Aw, anything for my little Snowflake," Ruby responded.
Once her beloved released her embrace, the devious huntress turned back around to depart and carry out her blood-soaked duties. Weiss, in the meantime, walked back to her seat, brushing past her father's corpse as she did so, and turned the chair to look out the window to the rest of the city of Atlas, grinning deviously as she did so. After eight years in hell, a new chapter in life had begun for her. One where she was in charge of the SDC. One where no one would dare to oppose her.
One where she was no longer the loneliest of all.