Before anything else, I own nothing but the original characters, and content therein related to them. RWBY is owned by RT, and any mentioned creator's work belongs to them, and them alone. Rest in peace Monty, your vision lives on in us all.
CHAPTER 4
Jinn looked up from the book she was reading while inside of her lamp.
"Oh, that tired old story? You wouldn't want to hear that again. Of the petty feud between the brothers, and the curses they placed on two lovers. Of their genocidal show of power. Instead how about a different story? One that came after the end of humanity.
In the wake of the Brother God's annihilation of all human life, there was left a vacuum. And power hates a vacuum. The two deities had left their world a sorry mess, and then returned once more after 2000 years to add fuel to the fire. The creation of the faunus. It was designed as a challenge. Humanity had returned, and if it was to prove itself as worthy of their salvation, it couldn't be too easy. The God of Darkness's creations of Grimm would surely unite them, and so they needed a divide in equal.
The God of Darkness enticed humanity into becoming faunus by jumping into the Shallow Sea, and the God of Light took it upon himself to transform humans into faunus, and animals into humans to put an end to a primitive decades long war of extermination between the two… The consequences of which would soon be felt. Humanity, and their cousins the faunus, were hostile towards each other, the two both more animals than people in the early days after the gods reset the planet, roaming the world with their sticks and their stones.
As time drove on, the faunus and humanity, though always conflicted, came to worship what they believed to be their new gods. In Menagerie his image is well known as a shapeshifter, merely the brother gods masquerading as a green humanoid upon their creation. In the land that would soon become Vale, The First Kingdom, the people worshiped deities of the sea and the winds, the Sun and Moon, and eventually Jehovah. In the desert of Vacuo the tribal settlers who first laid claim to the land believed in Great Spirits, of the sky and of the earth. In Anima, two mother gods of the Lake and the Land. In the icy north, the first people to brave the arctic circle, the ancestors of the Cyrillics, worshiped the heathen gods, too many to name.
With the many orders, and multiple gods being worshiped and believed in, much like the creation of the brothers, the will of faithful and primitive people brought many into existence. And the brother gods were furious. They left humanity with a challenge to unify, or destroy itself, and rather than do either in the short 5000 years between their destruction of Humanity, and the day Ozma was to return in his first reincarnation, they simply existed, hanging in the balance between both as they pushed back against the God of Darkness's creations. Deciding to descend upon the world once more, the brother gods looked on the world and gave the humans something which they believed to be another challenge. Dust. Formed from the meteors that fell from the Moon the god of Darkness had partially shattered, the once stone material was turned into crystalized elements of pure power. A tool to either advance their world, or destroy it through the humans want for the unusual and the rare. Believing that the ore would be what proved humanities worth, the brothers prepared to leave Remnant once more, before they were confronted by humanity's new gods.
The brothers were confused. They did not know why or how the smaller beings stood before them. One white, one red, two the shade of water and storm clouds, and one of mortal flesh clothed with animal skins who masked his brown bearded face with a helmet. "What are you?" The God of Light asked.
"Your replacements." The blue one said.
"Forgive my elder sister, she is ill mannered. I am the soil, and the sand, the rocks and the dust. God of Earth. My sister is the God of the Sky, our cousins, the twins of water and wind, and this is Wodanaz, the Cyrillic and Pagan pantheon's representative. Unfortunately, Jehovah, Buddha, the Sun, Moon, and Mother gods could not make it, but it is probably for the best…" The red one, God of Earth said.
The god of darkness looked down at him. "Why might that be for the best?" He asked. The God Wodanaz stepped forward, the shortest of all the gathered deities, the size of merely a man, the youngest of them all, the least known outside the icy north.
"Because we are ordering you to leave… And never return." He said, surprising the brothers.
"Be mindful of whom you speak to, child." The God of Light said. Wodanaz looked down, and hissed in frustration.
"Humanity has forgotten you. You only intend to bring them trouble and suffering." The God of the sea said.
"We intend to judge them when they call upon us." The God of Darkness said.
The God of wind shook her head with her twin brother. "They are no longer your creations to toy with. They worship us as their providers, of warmth, of growth… And ask for our aid in this world so tortured by your machinations, for they are children left abandoned by their fathers." She said.
The god of Darkness tilted his head. "Oh… And what exactly makes you think you should be the ones to help them when we made them what they are?"
The God of Earth stepped forward. "We did not choose to help them. They chose us. They created us, because they no longer wanted you."
Having heard enough. The God of Darkness grabbed the God of Earth, and broke his neck, the red god fading into small granules of sand, now nothing more than a scattered cloud of silicon. "You call yourselves gods, yet you are weak frail things. Why should we allow humans to continue to worship you?" The God of Darkness asked.
The God of the Sky charged at the brothers, angered by her siblings death, she soon fell to a blast of magic from the God of Light, her body scattered into the heavens. Soon one by one the gods before them all attacked, and all fell, until the heathen was the only one that remained. He chose not to fight, for as brave as he was he was also as wise. Only with time, did gods grow strong, and too young was he to contend with his elders yet.
"Afraid to fall as the others have?" The God of Light asked, sounding concerned for the younger god.
The last god shook his head. "They were stronger than I, or any of mine own in the Pantheon of the North, of which I am the most fearsome yet… But we are many more than they… And we are much more wise. When I die I can guarantee that all your schemes, all your plans for humanity, will fail. Continue on this path to judge the beings you created, that created us, and it will be your undoing… My kin shall see to it. As you fade into nothing, we will become the old gods, and ensure that those you have just slain are remembered. And when you return to judge humanity, know that they will resist you, and they will not fall again so easily." Wodanaz said, before he disappeared in a bolt of lightning. In place of where he once stood there was carved into the ground, a message. "Blood must be spilt to refresh the tree of life."
The brother gods read the message, and with their business on Remnant done, left it for the last time, in a long long time."
Thousands of years in the future, a man garbed in Black appeared in front of the receptionist desk at the Argus Emergency Hospital. Landing flat on his stomach in a pool of blood coming from both ends, Rot Schrodinger raised a hand up to the frightened desk attendant, and sputtered out. "Nurse…"
Author's note.
Well that's what I call an exposition dump. I didn't want to retell the story of Salem and Ozma. We all know it, and it wouldn't have changed with any of the changes I made, but what happens in between? After humanity was destroyed, and before Ozma made his first return? 5000 years of history were ignored by RT, so I decided to come up with answers. With the gods leaving, and there being a great reset for humanity, the new gods are created, (sort of like the chaos gods in W40K for reference.) before they either died, or decayed as people stopped believing in them.