Note: Here it is. The finale to the Big Gay Finale. Remember how we said this was the last chapter? Guess what? Lie. There will be ONE more chapter after this to serve as an epilogue, but then we swears that we done. This is the wrap-up. The big ka-bang. The climax to end all climaxes. The end of the line, etc, etc. You may have noticed we released a chapter a few days ago ranting about Rooster Teeth. We really wanted a place to get our anger out of our system, but we are probably going to delete that chapter like tomorrow. Our ranting doesn't really add anything to the conversation, and it's not about us, so our opinion is pretty irrelevant. Again, we just felt like ranting. We did promise a new chapter soon, though, so here it is. We hope that this ending is satisfying to everyone. Like, it won't be. Not at all. This story is a fucking trainwreck. But this is how we decided to end it. Thank you everyone so much for reading. If you made it this far, you are a trooper. Or insane. We'll leave a separate author's note for the epilogue chapter to give our final thoughts. Until then, enjoy.
Cinder's maniacal laughter echoed through the last empty halls of the Schnee Manor. The pile of dust that was once Salem scattered into the wind, and the sheer joy of hearing Emerald's horrified sobs brought an insane pleasure to the wounded Fall Maiden. The bloody Ruby head jostled with each laugh like some parodic toy. The others gasped in shock. Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren were astonished to see Salem slain, their once sworn enemy reduced to ash by an even more sinister threat. Yang and Blake didn't know how to feel. They had spent hours fighting, misguided, for Salem's attention, desperate to win her approval—and now she was gone.
Emerald buried her head into the floor, her heart shattered.
"Salem… Salem, no…"
"Hahahaha!" Cinder cackled, screaming into the void. "Who's the Baddest Bitch now, motherfucker! The real queen of evil is still standing!" Her voice was a crude parody of its former self, craggy and scratched, each word barely strung together to the next.
"Cinder…" Emerald hissed. Her mourning slowly morphed into rage.
"Oh, Ruby! You beautiful, stupid slut, you!" Cinder laughed and held the Ruby's severed head in front of her face. Though she could not see its expression, she could feel the copious blood pouring from its stump neck between her fingers. "Your silver eyes were good for something after all! Give me a kiss."
Cinder leaned forward toward the decrepit lips of the corpse, but before she made contact, the head burst into flame and turned to dust like the rest. It disappeared into nothing; the final Ruby denied a final pleasure. Cinder could only smirk.
"Oops. Did I do that?"
Emerald's sobs turned into a bloodthirsty cry. She slammed her fists into the ground and gazed up at Cinder with tear-filled, blood-red eyes.
"Cinder!"
Emerald burst to her feet, charging forward and swinging her fist with reckless abandon. Cinder may have been wounded and cocky, but she wasn't stupid. When the footsteps grew close, Cinder merely stepped to the side, and Emerald's attack whiffed. The former thief wasn't giving up, though. She cried out again and took another swing. Unfortunately, it had the same exact result.
"Aw, Emerald? Are you trying to hit me?" Cinder cooed. "What's wrong? Mad I killed that fucking whore?"
Emerald roared. "Don't you talk about her like that!"
She threw another punch, but Cinder snagged her wrist from the air and pulled the thief close to her hideous, scarred, and bloodied face.
"Hey, weren't you supposed to be in love with me?" Cinder asked gently. "Selling yourself to a Grimm… I guess that makes you the whore, doesn't it?"
Cinder casually tossed Emerald aside, throwing the green-haired vixen down the corridor. Emerald growled as she tried to recover. She had no weapons, no powers. She stared at Cinder with an intensity to rival the sun, but Cinder just leaned over, put her hands on her burned thighs, and mockingly gasped.
"Oh my! Are you going to try to use your Semblance on me? Make me hallucinate? Too bad I'm fucking blind. Thanks for the assist, Pyrrha!" Cinder casually glanced over her shoulder in Pyrrha's general direction, and the Huntress-turned-porn-star-turned-Huntress felt deeply ashamed. The fact that she was in any way responsible for creating this monster made her sick to her stomach. Cinder was on her last legs, but even a Fall Maiden at one percent was a threat to a bunch of tired, weaponless Huntsmen. Nora and Ren still had their weapons, and they dropped the remaining Relics to the floor so they could take up fighting stances. However, Pyrrha held them back. Even if she knew they could fight, even if she knew they had a chance, images couldn't help but flash in her mind. Nora and Ren, on their knees, arrows in their chests, and Cinder standing triumphant.
And Blake and Yang? Well, they were as useless as ever. Yang still had no arms. Blake had tuckered herself out from throwing roughly two hundred consecutive punches at Yang's face. Also, she just sucked in general. It was infuriating. They had come so close to victory. They were almost free. And now, even with Cinder on the edge of oblivion, they couldn't finish the damn job.
Emerald, realizing the hopelessness of the situation, clenched her fist and held back more tears. She lay on the ground in defeat, only able to muster the energy for curses. "You… you are the worst."
"Aww. Thanks, babe," Cinder said sweetly.
"No, I mean it!" Emerald howled, her words mixed with her sobs. "You ruin everything! Why? Why do you have to be this way? Why can't you let people just be fucking happy?"
Cinder cocked her head to the side. Her eyeless face transfixed onto Emerald, and her perverted smile deepened.
"What are you asking for? Some grand fucking reveal?" Cinder hacked up a mouthful of blood, but her intensity did not wane. "All of you… you bitches love your revelations, don't you? Your stupid fucking confessions. As if everything has to be fucking meaningful. Guess what? It doesn't matter why I am the way I am! All everyone wants to know is my backstory, but it means nothing. I am who I am not because of what anyone did to me, but because I chose to be this way. I like being this way. I am Cinder Fall. I am evil. And so, if you really miss Salem that much…"
Cinder pulled back her arm, and another javelin materialized in her grasp. Her smile suddenly vanished, and her voice became cruel.
"Why don't you fucking join her!"
The javelin released from her hands—and a grand explosion from the center of the hall ripped the weapon from her grasp and sent it flying far away from its target. Cinder stumbled forward, the rush of energy destabilizing her enough to send her to the floor. A light illuminated the room. Emerald shielded her face, and the others cowered before it. A devious, hissing growl emerged from the glow, and the foundations of the wounded manor shook as the voices cried out in unison.
"What the fuck is happening in here!"
Two beings appeared in the sky, their massive, boobalicious frames barely contained within the confines of the cramped, ashen hall. The Goddesses of Lust and Hate, faceless and yet eternally watching, judging, and demanding, were floating amidst the group of ruined women, their postures hunched and their heads on swivels. They looked around with unseen eyes at all of the carnage that had been caused. Two dead Rubies. Dusted remains of Salem. A horrifically mutilated Cinder. Yang, now a human again, her face swollen with bruises. Ren, acting sane. Emerald, crying. Blake, tuckered out. Nora and Pyrrha, there also. The Goddess of Lust moved like a serpent, rushing down and staring over Team PNR, evaluating their conditions. The Goddess of Hate moved more stoically, placing her hands on her hips as she looked over Emerald and Cinder.
"Seriously, that wasn't rhetorical," the red Goddess said first. "What have you done? Look at this place. Everything is all fucked—not in a fun sexy way either. You're all shooting lasers and stabbing angrily and punching… this is unbecoming of good whores. You should be fingering each other! Licking! No one looks like they've gotten fucked in this room in about ten minutes. This isn't the orgy we were promised."
Pyrrha had regained enough of her sensibilities to respond. She grabbed on to Nora and Ren for support, using them to boost herself back to her feet to stare the Goddesses down.
"What have we done?" she challenged them. "This was all your fault! You manipulated us. You mutated us. This destruction is your doing."
"Our doing?" the Goddess of Lust scoffed. "We have never seen such a group of undignified, irresponsible sluts in our entire lives. Yes, we gave perverted your views on sex and gave you some minor powers of Ruby resurrection, but you… you have made a mockery of all of this!"
"That Ruby resurrection power did a lot!" Nora stated. "You let Cinder Fall be your minion, and you're surprised that everyone gets murdered."
"Oh, no. Our beautiful Cinder," the Goddess of Hate moaned in despair, gazing upon her fallen soldier. "What became her? And her precious Ruby army?"
"And this mansion? You ruined the place!" the Goddess of Lust complained. "This was our super hot sex mansion, and now it's all blown up. Absolutely disgusting!"
"We were going to let her fuck so many people," the Goddess of Hate cried. "Imagine all of the Rubies she could have sexually tormented. Now, they're all dead. Dead! What a waste of good suffering."
Emerald, still raw from Salem's death, felt her face run hot as she screamed. "What the hell are you talking about? You're upset because Cinder didn't get to take over the world? Because the orgy got stopped because you kept messing with people's heads and turning them into sex monsters? You were the ones who let all of this go on for as long as it did—you fucking assholes started all this in the first place!"
The Goddesses merely rolled their nonexistent eyes. "Everyone wants to blame us for everything," the Goddess of Hate said dismissively. "We shove some thoughts into people's heads, and now no one wants to take any responsibility."
"The only thing we ever did was give you an outlet to express yourselves creatively," the Goddess of Lust claimed, conveniently leaving out all of the active encouragement she gave to the wildest, most depraved fantasies of every orgy participant she could find. "We are neutral parties in this. All we wanted was good sexy fun."
"And Cinder taking over the world," Pyrrha protested.
"For good sexy fun! Now look at her. She's all… burnt and crispy. Eww. Second-degree burns aren't sexy."
"And all of the orgy participants are gone now, too!" the Goddess of Hate added. "You drove them away with your incessant, violent pettiness. It's going to take eons to round them all up for another good fucking. Thanks a lot."
"I mean, not really eons. We're Gods."
"Right. We could just teleport them."
"But that's not fun. Or sexy."
"To round them up in a sexy way requires a lot more rope."
As the Goddesses contemplated how they were going to recover their evening, a slow, methodical laugh began to creep to the forefront. Cinder Fall, while horribly wounded and likely choking up blood, was having the time of her life. She couldn't move anymore, save for scraping her fingernails into the dirty floor. The Goddesses peered at her with some indignation, but the disgust from the others was more apparent.
"You… showed up just in time," Cinder cackled. An idiotic grin covered her damaged features. "You stupid bitches… you really thought you could kill me that easily." The Goddess of Lust hovered over to the Fall Maiden and sat beside her cross-legged. Cinder pawed at her, but didn't have the strength to do anything with her fingers except crudely gesture. "Okay, my Goddesses. Do your thing."
The Goddess of Lust glanced her head back to her sister. Then, she stared back at Cinder. "Do what thing?"
"You know. The thing," Cinder said like it was obvious.
"What thing?"
Cinder's smile slightly faded. "The thing," she said weakly. "Help me out. Heal my wounds. Give me the strength to finish these sluts off once and for all."
The Goddess of Lust stared at Cinder for a long time, and Cinder stared back with enthusiasm. Though neither of them had eyes, their gaze was a transfixed one. Cinder waited, and waited, and waited some more, knowing that if she just waited one second longer, all of the horrible, excruciating pain she was in would go away and she could go back to kicking ass. But as she waited, and waited, and waited… it slowly became apparent to her that her wounds were not getting healed. Her mind was not clearer. Her smile faded. And eventually, the Goddess of Lust had to awkwardly scratch the back of her head and sigh.
"So, yeah… here's the thing…"
Cinder leaned up off her back and screamed. "What!"
"Look, Cinder, you were great. It's not you. It's us." The Goddess of Lust paused. "Actually, no, it is you. It's exclusively you. Look around. What do you see?"
"I don't see anything!" Cinder growled, her voice barely held together by her sheer contempt. "I don't have any fucking eyes anymore!"
"Well, if you could see, you'd see a lot of bullshit," the Goddess of Lust said. "Based on all of the fire damage, and the fact that you are the only one here who can generate fire… kinda seems like it's your bullshit."
The Goddess of Hate flew next to her sister, leaning over her shoulder. "Look, kid, we love you."
"I especially love you," the Goddess of Lust said. "Love literally used to be my name."
"But we don't think we can move forward with this partnership at this time," the Goddess of Hate explained. "We can tell you have an incredible amount of imagination and passion for this job. The Ruby duplication scheme you came up with and the gorgy were really inspired ideas. But becoming OVERLORD of Remnant… that's a very teamwork-heavy position. We highly value cooperation, and based on our performance review, you seem to have difficulty getting along with other people."
"You wanted me to take over the world!" Cinder protested. "That involves murdering a lot of people!"
"We wanted you to be the leader of our super sexy world-dominating forces," the Goddess of Lust clarified. "And when Yang demonstrated her abilities to dominate Remnant as well, we wanted you two to work together as our equals. Unfortunately, you immediately tried to murder her and didn't even consider our offer to have a sex contest to settle your differences. That's not being a team player. What we are looking for is someone who has the drive to turn Humanity into cum-hungry slutty sex slaves, but also knows the value of communication."
"But… but you need me," Cinder growled. "I'm the only one powerful enough to get the job done. I'm the Fall Maiden."
"Yes… and we're Gods," the Goddess of Hate reminded her. "We can do pretty much anything. Ooh, you can make fire. Big whoop."
"Look, Cinder, just because we're not considering you at this time doesn't mean you can't get the job later," the Goddess of Lust promised. "Go get some more experience, and maybe in a few months or a year, you can submit an updated resume. Maybe this time, you can even remember a cover sheet."
"No one likes cover sheets."
"You can learn to like them over the next few months."
"I don't have a few months. Heal me now."
"We don't give charity handouts."
"I'm dying."
"That sounds like a you problem."
The Goddess of Hate, with a depressed, heavy sigh, dropped her face into the hands and somberly shook her head. "Well, there goes our best intern. Absolute shame. And I don't suppose any of you would be interested in replacing her?" The giant blue woman gestured to the others, but received no responses. Emerald continued staring at the gods in tearful fury. Nora, Ren, and Pyrrha all stood by in equal parts anger and terror. Yang sat awkwardly to the side of the room, and slowwwwwwly started to raise her hand—only for Blake to smack it down before the Goddesses could notice.
"What a disaster," the Goddess of Lust moaned. "I guess we have no choice then but to go to Plan B."
"Plan B?" Ren asked. "What's Plan B?"
"The obvious next step," the Goddess of Hate stated. "Genocide."
The collective scream from the humans shook the mansion. "Genocide!?"
"Well, genocide for you," the Goddess of Hate clarified. "And all of the orgy participants. A Genocide of Sluts, if you will."
"Yes, I agree," the Goddess of Lust nodded. The two going women floated up to the ceiling, able to look down upon all of their victims at once. "When shit goes this sideways, the best course of action is to wipe the slate clean. We'll charge up a magic spell, throw it out into the world, and watch it disintegrate everyone who gets in its path."
"Only unlike our dumbass brothers, we won't be idiotic enough to kill every human," the Goddess of Hate added. "Were they stupid or what? Kill every human. Yeah, how are the humans going to come back after that? Evolution doesn't work that way, morons!"
"We had to do some serious tampering to fix that shit," the Goddess of Lust said, fondly reflecting on her memories of desecrating reality.
"But I guess that's our job. Fix the shit that others keep fucking up."
"And make it sexy."
"And violent."
"But in a sexy way."
"This orgy has no longer been violent in a sexy way."
"Really, it's just gotten totally out of control," the Goddess of Lust sighed. "Not at all how we thought the evening would go."
Pyrrha was fuming. Was she fuming more than Emerald? Possibly. Hard to tell. Emerald just lost the love of her life, but she was nearly skinned alive, so it was a rather equal amount of fuming. Regardless of the fume competition, there was a healthy amount of fume within her at that moment. Everything—literally everything —about this orgy had been a constant stream of escalating insanity that, if not actively encouraged and predicated on the Goddesses' whims, was a result of their constant meddling over months. Pyrrha's return as a porn star. Professor Goodwitch's creation of futanarium. The lesbian orgy to create world peace. Penny becoming a pedophile. Neo thinking that she was funny. Ruby pounding a sponge cake. Weiss getting roped into sisterly and motherly incest. Blake dropping rhymes to seduce her mom and Ilia's heartsick begging. Cinder briefly turning woke and fucking Ruby's girlfriend in front of her. Ruby making out with her dead mom's severed head. Yang, Nora, Coco, and Velvet shooting up heroin in the basement. Sheet Man. Salem's arrival and hostage situation. The Ultimate Slut-Off™. Ruby's first death via egg-beater, her subsequent resurrection, cloning, selfcest, and then more cloning. Yang and Blake getting tentacle brainfucked. Kali finally screwing Blake. Horse dick and cum. Yang becoming a Grimm demon. Doctor Incest's return. Battles. Blood. Violence. Murder. Cinder fighting Yang and Pyrrha and Salem for the fate of Remnant itself and the hundreds if not thousands of deaths left in their wake. And that was all after Team RWBY's stupid, sexy barn adventure.
This shit was not normal.
This shit was not good.
Out of control?
No.
Fucking.
Shit.
And to lead to a genocide—just kill everyone who had been involved with this like they were insects scurrying along the feet of a higher power—was a final insult greater than she could bear. Everything they had worked toward to accomplish, everything they had learned about themselves, just thrown into the trash. The worst ending of all: Everybody dies. That was unacceptable. Fucking unacceptable to the highest order.
And the audacity—the motherfucking gall—of these bitches, these two-bit rip-off God bitches, to tell them that somehow, someway, this was all their fucking fault, that they should hold the blame for any of this ridiculous, horrible, insane, life-ruining, disastrous evening, as if this was all just some expected outcome from getting them int the room together, like this was some standard-ass Team RWBY and JNPR adventure that they played no part in whatsoever…
Pyrrha was going to kill these Gods.
She didn't care what happened to her anymore.
The only thing that mattered was sending these cunts back to hell.
And with the Relics in the hands of her teammates, she knew just how to do it.
Without hesitation, Pyrrha swiped both the Sword of Destruction and the Staff of Creation from Nora's hands, and threw the Staff up into the air as high as she could. As it fell down, she pulled back the sword, and the Goddess of Lust suddenly took notice of her actions.
"Hey, is that the—"
Pyrrha roared, and as the Relic fell in front of her, Pyrrha cleaved through it in one effortless sword swipe, destroying the golden, fake Relic. The Goddesses froze, too stunned to speak, as the fragments from the Relic clattered onto the floor, glowing from their fractured ends. The two mighty beings remained perfectly still, perhaps waiting for some horrible, terrible catastrophe to strike. They prepared for the ultimate shaking of the earth, the rupturing of the skies, the collapse of the ceiling. But after a long moment, nothing occurred. When they thought the coast was clear, they gave themselves permission to scream.
"What the fuck!"
"Don't do that!"
"Yeah, you could have—"
And then the sky ruptured. Then the earth began to shake violently. Then rubble started to fall from the ceiling. The pieces of the shattered staff glowed and trembled like distorted mounds before vanishing into a puff of blue light. Ren and Nora looked around, clutching each other for protection. The False Relic had been destroyed, and the universe was making its unhappiness known. Pyrrha felt her heart stutter, but it was soon replaced with an even stronger determination. Their plan would work, she realized. And with that realization, as the earth finally stopped its rebellion, did she spring into action once again.
The Goddesses, aghast, watched as Pyrrha turned to Ren and gave him commands. "Ren! Crown! Now!"
Ren froze for a moment, taken aback by the intensity of the reaction, but his senses soon returned to him. He threw the crown up in the air in a wide arc, and as it crossed in front of Pyrrha's path, the Goddesses reached out to stop her.
"No!"
"Wait!"
Their cries were pointless. Pyrrha swung the Sword of Destruction again, and like its namesake, it brought the false crown to ruin. The golden crown exploded upon impact with the blade, and this time, its end was felt immediately. The earth quaked again, more violently than before, and a hefty chunk of rubble broke free from the ceiling and plummeted toward Emerald's head. The former thief gasped and rolled away before she was nearly crushed to death. Blake screamed something profane in terror, something so offensive that it dared not be repeated. The Goddesses fearfully clutched each other, their worst fears manifesting around them. Yet, Pyrrha stood strong and firm. She was not yet broken. She would not yield. This was her moment of triumph. With both the crown and the staff destroyed, and their pieces now wiped clean from the slate of reality, Pyrrha raised her arms over her head, and swung the blade down toward the ground, hoping to watch it too shatter upon impact.
Except—small problem—it didn't. It did not such thing. Instead, the sword, being all-powerful as it was and quite great at destructing, imbedded itself clean into the floor, not so much as bending an inch.
As Pyrrha struggled to remove the sword from the ground, the Goddesses were having what could only be described as… a moment.
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh shit!"
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh shit!"
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh shit!"
"Oh fucking shit oh shit oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck shit, shit and fuck, fuck and shit, shit, ass, shitfuck, titfuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck… fuck!"
"Shit!"
This was bad. This was really fucking bad. Shit, how did it get so fucking bad? They just showed up two seconds ago, and now suddenly, two of their False Relics were destroyed. Blown up. Shattered. Poof. Gone. Just like that. What the fuck? Those False Relics were really, really, really important. They were—for extremely complicated lore-related reasons—the only things tethering them to this plane of existence. Now? Fuck! Why was Pyrrha smashing them? Why was she so good at smashing them? She had to stop doing that. It was imperative she stopped smashing, because if the other two remaining Relics were destroyed, they would be so fucked. They didn't know the precise manner in which they would be fucked, but they knew they would be super, ultra fucked. Fucked to the max. A supreme fuck. And unlike every other fuck they've ever fucked, this one would be a brutal, unrecoverable, unsexy fuck. They had to stop Pyrrha from smashing those Relics no matter what. They had to preserve.
Now, a reasonable onlooker might have assumed that the task would be easy. They were, after all, literal Goddesses. Just a few moments earlier, they were planning on wiping out all of Humanity. Surely, stopping one measly Huntress and her meddling friends would be a simple task. They could snap their fingers and make them disappear. They could magically teleport the Relics somewhere else where they would be safe, like the bottom of the ocean or whatever. As Goddesses of near-infinite power, they could theoretically do whatever they wanted. That is what a normal, reasonable person might assume. That person would be a fucking idiot, because, in spite of how rational that seemed, they had forgotten one very simple variable.
The Goddesses of Lust and Hate were very dumb.
And, being very dumb, scared, and perpetually horny on top of that, the Goddesses did not engage in a simple, rational fashion that would allow them to complete their tasks easily. Instead, they looked at each other and screamed at the top of their glowing, magical lungs.
"Grab the Relics!"
The Goddess of Hate flew toward Pyrrha, while the Goddess of Lust transformed into her menacing serpent form and lunged at Emerald and her special lamp. The animalistic, red Goddess arrived at her target first, yet the fear of the massive monster was enough to stir Emerald to move. The thief pushed up to her knees and then threw herself violently out of the way, letting the serpentine Goddess crash her massive head through the floor. Her body wriggled around, trying to free itself, and Emerald hurried to her feet as she tried to plan her escape route. Meanwhile, the Goddess of Hate threw herself on the ground, and Pyrrha was forced to abandon the sword and dodge out of the way as the blue woman slid headfirst into the weapon. She bashed her head into the sword, slicing her own material in two, but the impact was enough to jostle free the weapon from its floory prison. She took the weapon in her arms, friction guiding her to a stop down the hall. Quickly healing her damaged form, she recovered and floated up in the air, holding the Sword of Destruction in victorious, outstretched arms.
"Aha! I did it! Sis, I got the—aaaaahh!"
The Goddess of Hate shielded herself as a barrage of bullets and grenades assailed her. Nora and Ren, their arms freed and their minds cleared, her unloading their ass-juice-covered weapons on the deity, trying to blast the sword apart in her hands.
"Give us back that sword!" Nora screamed, shooting out grenade after grenade. They exploded against the Goddess's arms, and the blue woman screamed and turtled up in the air.
"Hey! Stop that! This is fragile!"
Pyrrha growled. Fragile her ass. She sprinted toward the Goddess as fast as she could, using her friends' assault as cover. When she got close, she jumped up in the air and grabbed onto the giant woman's foot. The Goddess screamed out, shaking out her leg as if trying to shoo away some nasty insect, while Pyrrha held on for dear life.
"Hang on, Pyrrha!" Ren shouted.
"Get off, Pyrrha!" the Goddess cried. Despite her efforts, Pyrrha's grip was firm, and the determined adult film star began to climb up her leg to grab at the Relic.
Meanwhile still, the Goddess of Lust freed herself from the floor, and looked around the room. She roared in fury. Emerald. Where was that Emerald? She found the woman not too far away, frozen in fear only a few meters away. That lamp glowed proudly in her hands, an easy target. Hah! Stupid slut cunt! The Goddess hissed, coiled up like a spring, then shot herself out like a bullet into Emerald's stupid, slutty, cunty face—only to pass right through the green-haired woman and crash into the wall.
"Hey! Over here, dipshit!"
A voice called out from behind, and the Goddess of Lust shook off the pain as she checked behind her. There was Emerald, the lamp still in hand, calling her from across the room. The Goddess roared. How did she fuck that up? Whatever. Time to get the bitch for real. The Goddess hissed, coiled up like a spring, then shot herself out like a bullet—bam! Right through Emerald and into another wall.
"What are you aiming at? I'm over here!"
The Goddess looked around again. There was Emerald, extra for real this time, now down the hall. Hiss, coil, spring—fuck!
"No! I'm over here!"
The Goddess looked around again, and she saw Emerald near Cinder's body… and near Blake and Yang… and near one of the Ruby bodies… and, in fact, she saw her everywhere.
The actual Emerald really was standing next to Blake and Yang, her gaze fixed onto the giant, very confused red snake woman. Semblances worked on Gods. Who knew? She knew that she only had a few seconds to act before the Goddess saw through her deception. She could have tried to run away, but there was no point in that. No, destroying the Relics was the only sensible solution. Unfortunately, she was weaponless, and after seeing Pyrrha's pitiful attempt at smashing the Relics on the floor, she knew she would need something heavy to hit it with. Fortunately, she was standing next to Blake and Yang. Unfortunately, she was standing next to Blake and Yang.
"Girls, help me break this thing!" Emerald pleaded to them. Blake and Yang, both laying on the floor like useless lugs, glanced at each other and shook their heads.
"Uh… no? I'm not getting involved in this shit," Blake stated.
For the sake of fuck…
"What?"
"That looks dangerous."
"For the love of… just hit this thing and then run away!"
"With what?"
"I don't know!" Emerald gasped. "Yang, punch it!"
Yang raised up her two stumps and furrowed her brow. "Sure, great idea. Let me just grow my arms back first."
"Then kick it!" Emerald begged, thrusting the lamp in her face. "Use your Semblance, power up your legs, and kick this thing into oblivion!"
"I really don't think I should get involved in this," Yang said dejectedly.
"Yeah," agreed Blake. "This has nothing to do with us."
Emerald, at her wit's end, rolled her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Are you fucking kidding me!"
"Hey, what do you want from us? This was your wacky plan. We had no part in it."
"You…" Emerald seethed with unfathomable rage. "You are Huntresses! At least, you're supposed to be. You have literally been the most selfish, egotistical, useless assholes in this entire mansion. All you have ever done is fuck everyone else over to serve your own needs. From the sex contest all the way until now, you have literally betrayed everyone, and now at the end of the line, you can't do one good fucking thing? You're supposed to be the good guys!"
Blake and Yang stared at Emerald in surprise. Seeing the normally solemn thief so enraged was startling. Did she have a point? Once upon a time, they were the good guys. They were fighting to save the world. That was the reason why they came to this mansion, wasn't it? To save the world as part of some grand orgy?
No. No, Emerald was wrong. They didn't come to save the world. Blake only came to fuck her mom. Yang only came to fuck everyone else. They were never good people. They were rotten, rotten to the core. Nothing would ever change that.
Or… could it?
"There you are!"
It didn't matter. The Goddess of Lust heard Emerald's screams of anguish, and now she could see clearly through the illusion. One more time, she hissed, she coiled, and she sprang forward. Only this time, there was nowhere else for Emerald to go. Now caught in the Goddess's vengeful pat, all Emerald, Blake, and Yang could do was brace for impact.
Meanwhiler stiller, Pyrrha had climbed up on the Goddess of Hate's back, and was currently wrapped around her neck. The blue Goddess was trying to reach behind her, swiping ineffectively at the woman behind her. Curse her muscular biceps! They rendered her unable to properly reach behind her, and at even greater risk, each time she drew her hand close to Pyrrha, she risked the False Sword of Destruction being swiped away from her. The bullets and grenades continued to assault her from the front, and the trio of PNR attacking her all at once was causing her to lose focus. She spun in all directions, shielding whatever parts of her she could, but her massive hips and tits were too obvious and easy of a target to defend. Again, she could have just blown them all up with a single thought if she had half a brain cell, but her head was emptier than a grandma's ovaries.
"Come on!" Pyrrha shouted to herself, reaching in vain toward the Sword. Her fingertips were so close, just grazing by it every few moments. If she could just lure the Goddess to her, she could steal it easily. However, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the Goddess of Lust charging down the hallway, racing toward Emerald, Blake, and Yang without mercy. A horrible fear welled within her, and she made a desperate change of plan to save her new, strange allies. Pyrrha reached up once more, only instead of grabbing at the sword, she grabbed huge fistfuls of the long, glowing hair on the Goddess's head. The blue woman had little time to react before Pyrrha tugged hard on the hair.
"Youch!" the Goddess of Hate cried in pain. Her head was forcibly jerked down, and like pulling the joystick of an airplane, the deity was directed down to the hallway. Pyrrha sailed the Goddess of Hate against the more powerful being's wishes, steering her directly into the path of her sister. The snake-formed Goddess could not stop herself in time, and instead of colliding with her target, she smashed headfirst into her sister's heaving, voluptuous chest. Everyone crashed and scattered. The Goddess of Lust slumped onto the ground, transforming back into her human state. The Goddess of Hate fell beneath her, and Pyrrha flew off her back like a ragdoll. Most importantly, however, the False Sword of Destruction flew out of her hand and soared up into the air above Emerald.
Nora and Ren nodded at each other. Easy target.
With the silent coordination that had been perfected over years of practice, Nora jumped into Ren's arms, and her loving lover used himself as a base to launch her up into the air. Nora sprung up to the ceiling, her weapon transforming in her hand. She flew higher, higher, higher, and when she finally reached her peak, she pulled the massive sledgehammer up over her head and flashed a cocky smile.
"Fuck you, Sword!"
Fuck the sword indeed—it took but one mighty bow from Nora's hammer to crack the hammer into a dozen different pieces, and the glowing shards rained down on Blake, Yang, and Emerald like falling glass. The young women covered themselves up as the fragments scattered around them. Nora landed gracefully, and the Goddesses looked up just in time to see the pieces of the sword land before them.
Like before, the earth began to shake and crumble around them, only its violent nature had increased tenfold. Cracks ran up the walls. Windows shattered into oblivion. All those who were standing were knocked off-balance and fell to their knees. Those on the ground held on for dear life as the floor threatened to give way underneath them. The pieces of the sword glowed and vanished in bursts of light. They became no more as the entire continent seemed to react with displeasure to their removal. A horrid sound ripped through the air—that of a monstrous groan, the pain, and fury of reality itself fighting against the False Relics' elimination. It took even longer for the rumbling to cease, and when it did, the Schnee Manor was barely left standing on its supports. All at once, the world became still, though it remained even more feeble than before. Three Relics destroyed had brought the entire house to the brink of ruin… and there was still one more.
Emerald looked down at what rested in her hands: the last object that would finally set them free from this horrible curse. The wretched thing that had brought them to this manor to begin with and inflicted this sexual madness upon their lives. This object in her hand was her destiny encased in gold.
She wanted to smash the fuck out of it as soon as possible.
Pyrrha glanced up from her prone position on the floor, pointing to the False Lamp of Knowledge. "Emerald! Hurry! Destroy it!"
Right. Destroy it. Smash it to bits. She lacked the means to do so, but she had a basic idea of the method. She hurried up to her feet and looked back at Nora, who herself was recovering from the might of the earthquake. Was she ready to break things again? Emerald hoped so. All that bitch ever did was break things. Only this time, she wasn't the one who would be broken.
"Nora, catch!" Emerald squatted down, building up strength, and then with all of her might, she threw the lamp high in the air like a volleyball. It traveled in a clean, smooth arc, sailing so gently that it would be the easiest target in the world. It started to descend, and Nora planted her feet on the ground and pulled back her hammer, ready to swing.
The lamp drew closer.
Pyrrha's breath became caught in her throat. Ren clutched his chest. Blake and Yang, unsure of themselves or their places in anything, waited with horror at what would happen. Emerald prayed her aim was true, and Nora prayed she had enough strength to finish the job.
The Goddesses of Lust and Hate, still lying in a heap on top of each other, only just shook off their cobwebs in time to see the lamp fall within Nora's range. They reached out to grasp it, but could to no avail. All they could do was scream as Nora swung her sledgehammer.
"Fuck!"
"Shit!"
And the hammer swung—only for a Grimm-like arm to snatch away the lamp before it could make contact.
Nora's momentum caused her to fall over, her whiff a dramatic failure. All eyes were drawn to the Grimm arm as it snaked back to its source, slithering over the Goddesses' heads. It snapped back into place, and all others stared in sheer terror as Cinder Fall, standing once more, reclaimed what she thought was rightfully hers.
"Gotcha!"
Just like that, Cinder had fucked up everything again.
Cinder broke out into a maniacal laugh as the two Goddesses sighed in relief. Emerald fell to her knees in defeat. Nora growled in fury, enraged she had barely missed her target. Pyrrha just screamed.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" She drove her fist into the floor, calling out in agony. "Goddammit, Cinder!"
"It's mine, cocksuckers!" Cinder laughed, clutching the lamp close to her scarred chest. "Mine, mine, mine, motherfuckers! You aren't winning that easily!"
Of course, they weren't winning that easily. Nothing was ever that easy. Literally, every single time they tried to do something good, every time they almost won, Cinder showed up at the last second and fucked up everything. The sole purpose of her existence was to be the biggest cunt humanly possible, and she had succeeded on all merits. The False Lamp of Knowledge was now in her grasp, safe behind her Fall Maiden powers. Very soon, it would become apparent what she planned to do with it.
The two Goddesses floated back up to the sky, separating and clapping with great enthusiasm.
"Cinder, you beautiful creature, you!" the Goddess of Lust cheered.
"You saved us, Cinder!" said the Goddess of Hate. "You are the best servant ever!"
"Now give us back the lamp please," the Goddess of Lust said kindly, extending out her hand.
"Yes, return the lamp to your masters," said the Goddess of Hate doing the same.
Part of having no intelligence meant the Goddesses had rather short memory spans. Five minutes ago, they had left Cinder to rot and die, and now they wanted her favor. The Fall Maiden just cackled. This was far too easy.
"Yeah… about that…"
Cinder held the lamp out in front of her. She placed her other hand beneath it, and after a brief spark, a horrible, burning flame appeared. The crackling lips of the fire touched the lamp's base, and the two Goddesses screamed in fear.
"Ahhh!"
"Don't do that!"
"Stop it!"
Cinder smiled wickedly. Her broken voice grew in volume, her words carrying both a decrepit power and evil intent. "I don't think so. You two bitches work for me now. You want me to spare this lamp, then you two need to give me everything I ask for."
The sisters looked at each other fearfully. No, this couldn't be happening. They were being played. Cinder had all of the cards in her hand, and their fate was hers to decide. It was only at this moment did they realize their horrible mistake in satiating Cinder's urges, allowing her to get this far. It finally dawned on them that what everyone had been telling them was the truth: Cinder was a horrible, psychotic, manipulative, power-hungry monster only looking out for herself, and she would betray everyone to get what she wanted. Now, she had betrayed them. They wanted to smite her, blast her into oblivion, and throw away the ashes. Yet, with the lamp firmly in her possession, they couldn't afford to risk its safety. For all of their power, they were helpless. With nowhere else to turn, the Goddesses shamefully floated down to the ground, got on their hands and knees, and bowed before Cinder in disgrace and humility.
"Y-Yes. Please," begged the Goddess of Hate. "Just don't destroy the lamp."
Cinder leaned back and laughed. This was all too fucking perfect. Finally… finally everything was hers. Finally, the world was her own. She had the power of the Goddesses at her fingertips. Money, fame, power, armies, sluts… she could have it all with the snap of a finger. The others stared at her fearfully, but they were just as helpless. It was over.
"Then my first order!" Cinder commanded with brutal authority. "Heal me of my wounds and return me to full strength. Let me regain my former glory."
Against their better wishes, the Goddesses held out their palms, and a rapturous glowing light enveloped the Fall Maiden. She levitated up in the air, the light washing over her. Pyrrha, Ren, Nora, Emerald, Blake, and Yang could only watch as soon, as the light was replaced by fire, the whirling sound of rushing wind became displaced by maniacal laughter, and soon a new woman formed in their wake. A woman whose flesh was pure. A woman whose Grimm arm was made even more vicious and strong and whose glass foot was made anew. A woman who had two fucking eyes. When the light faded, all that remained was Cinder Fall in her original form, hovering in the air with the fiery powers of the Fall Maiden, laughing insanely as she ruled over the others as the one true Ruler of Remnant. With the lamp in her hands and the Goddesses forced to worship her, her rule was secure. The horror set in. It was now obvious.
Cinder Fall had won.
And there was a lot of grief in the room. Emerald felt grief for letting down Salem, for knowing that she would never avenge the love of her life. This world would soon become a living hell, and she would have no one to suffer with. Nora and Ren felt grief for failing to destroy the Relics when they had a chance. If they had just planned differently or fought harder, and not allowed themselves to get distracted, then they could have been victorious. Blake felt grief for all sorts of strange reasons that she couldn't understand.
Yet, strangely, the one who felt the most grief out of anyone was Yang. Staring at her archenemy in the face, the woman who had ruined everything, set off a certain lightbulb in her head. The clarity of her failure made everything clear. This really was her fault, wasn't it? Maybe not directly in some cases, but it was her observations of Salem that started this awful journey of theirs. And that… that made her feel bad. All at once, the sex and the boobs, and the hate all faded away, and what remained was the girl that wanted nothing more than to be a Huntress and help people. She was, at one point, the girl who would do anything to protect her sister, the girl who actually cared about Blake as a person. She had lost touch with that girl over the past several months, but now, seeing the end of days occurring right in front of her eyes, she felt nostalgic for it. She yearned for those times—and not just because she had two arms back then. She wished that she could have done more to stop herself from slipping into that darkness. As the heat from Cinder's flames kissed her face, she wished she could go back to being that person one last time.
The grief was heaviest with Yang, but it was present among everyone. They were defeated. Broken. Hopeless.
Except for one.
Because Pyrrha Nikos was so fucking sick of that goddamn bitch Cinder Fall. She was fucking furious that she came out of nowhere again to ruin her life for like the tenth time that night.
And she wasn't going to put up with this bullshit.
No fucking way, motherfucker.
So, Pyrrha did the only thing she could think of. She charged headfirst into the flame.
"Ciiiiiiinnnnnnddddeeeeerrr!"
Pyrrha's desperate screams caught the Fall Maiden's attention, and now with two eyes, she could finally see that stupid redhead racing at her from down the hall. There was no more need to torment her. After all, if she died, Cinder could always just bring her back. Time to finish this.
"Burn in hell, Pyrrha!" Cinder laughed. She held out her arm and shot a fireball at the Huntress, but the redhead sidestepped it and kept on running.
"You want to be the center of attention so badly?" Pyrrha cried. Run. Run faster.
"Fuck yeah, I do!" Cinder laughed. Two more fireballs launched from her hands. Pyrrha dodged both. She stumbled but never stopped. Her eyes beamed with rage.
"You want to crash my fucking porn shoot?"
"Fuck yeah, I do!"
Fireball. Dodge. Fireball. Dodge. Pyrrha drew closer. She stealthy opened her palm—and Cinder didn't notice that a sharp piece of metal pipe sticking out of the wall began to shake.
"You want to end this?" Pyrrha yelled. She needed all of her attention on her. All of it. Take it all. Cinder laughed in glee. She launched out three fireballs at once, and Pyrrha rolled straight through them, unfazed by their heat. She approached the kneeling Goddesses, who gasped as she leaped in the air over them. "Then here's your first lesson…"
Pyrrha stepped onto the Goddess of Lust's shoulders. Cinder shot a fireball at her, but Pyrrha jumped away, causing the fireball to hit the wrong target.
"…when you're shooting porn…"
She leaped onto the Goddess of Hate's back, using her for leverage to launch herself higher in the sky, dodging fireballs as she ascended like an angel.
"…in the final scene…"
Pyrrha snapped out her hand, and the sharp pipe flew free from the wall up into her grasp. She pulled back her arm, transforming the sharp metal into a trademark javelin, as Cinder prepared to blast her out of the sky.
"…you never…"
With all of her strength, with all of her rage, she threw the javelin square at Cinder's chest.
"…forget the money shot!"
The javelin flew loose from Pyrrha's hand, her aim true. Cinder laughed. The spear was of no concern. Cinder blasted forth one final fireball, a ball of energy containing all of her ill and malicious intent. The fire spewed forth, its trajectory taking it on a collision course with the javelin. The two projectiles drew closer, about to intercept, and it was clear that Cinder's weapon held the advantage in size and power. It would obliterate the spear upon impact and leave Pyrrha vulnerable. Cinder's laugh emerged from her lips before the fire even made contact.
And yet… that contact never arrived. For as the fire was about to strike the metal, Pyrrha twisted her wrist, and the javelin warped. The metal bent clean out of shape, turning like a corkscrew. The fire reached its tip, and in response, the tip weaved out of the way, the rest of the metal following in its path. In the split second of interception, the javelin bent itself like a viper, and swirled completely around the fireball before reforming on the other side. Cinder, lost in the moment, was stunned as the fireball sailed further ahead and blasted Pyrrha out of the sky, the impact causing the porn star to plummet. It did not matter. The javelin, now straightened and sharp, remained on target. It took a second for the laughter to stop coming from Cinder's mouth, and a second longer for it to hang open in disbelief. It took one second more for her to realize she had seen that trick before—many lifetimes ago, in a tower during the Fall of Beacon. The image of an arrow warping around a shield stuck out in her mind—her arrow. The arrow that would eventually strike Pyrrha Nikos in the heel. And it was the instant before the javelin struck the False Lamp of Knowledge did Cinder fully appreciate what Pyrrha had done.
The bitch just stole her move.
The javelin pierced through the lamp's golden shell, and the lamp exploded. Cinder was forced back to the ground, both she and Pyrrha colliding with the floor at the same time. The Goddesses screamed in horror as the fragments of the lamp clattered against the manor, and all at once, everyone drew breath. The final False Relic was destroyed. A single moment of rest came before the inevitable destruction. And, it was within that moment, that the Goddess of Lust had a revelation.
"Oh shit," she muttered. "You know, we probably could have just used our magic to blow everyone up—"
The most violent earthquake yet struck the mansion, only this time, it showed no sign of slowing down. The walls of the manor crumbled, falling into large chunks and giving way to the glorious morning sunlight. Great tremors ripped through the ceiling, forcing those on the ground to dodge out of the way of boulders. Ren was forced to roll to safety as the floor gave out beneath him, and even the Goddesses themselves were unable to secure themselves from the trembling of the earth. With the False Relics destroyed, all of reality seemed to be bending with, and the grand trespassing upon the plane of Remnant that the universe allowed was soon to be punished. It was Nora that noticed it first. There, down the hall, a blue shimmer floating in midair, space warping around it. It grew in size and shape, a distorted static emitted from its source, and as it drew closer, Nora felt her feet start to get swept out from under her. She screamed.
"Everyone hang onto something!"
All at once, the shimmer cracked—and in its place, a massive, swirling portal appeared in the hallway, its presence like a black hole swallowing all that surrounded it. The nearby walls and ceiling were ripped to shreds and flung into the portal, where they swirled into glowing blue light and vanished. The portal spoke in screams and howling winds, its entrance leading to a dimension unknown to any man or Faunus. Only the Goddesses knew of what lay on the other side, and they desperately clung to each other to avoid their fate. Unfortunately for them, the pull seemed strongest on them. Nora and Ren were able to pin themselves down. Blake and Yang took cover behind a chunk of wall that had fallen free. However, despite being furthest away, the Goddesses were pulled more tremendously than anyone else. They had escaped their debts; now, the universe was coming to collect them.
"No! I don't want to go back!" the Goddess of Lust cried out.
"It sucks there! There's no sex there!" shouted the Goddess of Hate. The two giant women were dragged by their feet toward the portal, clawing feebly along the ground to still their descent. It was a pointless effort. Even with all of their strength, they were powerless against the whims of the universe. The Goddesses were dragged with great force, flying past Nora and Ren, flying past Blake and Yang, and their screams grew louder as they were drawn into the portal's horizon.
"Please! Please let us stay where the hot people are!" the Goddess of Lust begged. The portal did not care for her pleas, and she was the first to get embraced by the portal's glow. She fell into the spiral, shrinking and fading as she descended into the transcending, swirling, glowing mass until her screams became quiet and she vanished from this reality. The Goddess of Hate dug her fingernails into the floor, but it accomplished little as she was sucked toward her old prison.
"Shit! Fuck! Fucking shit! Fucking shiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt—"
The Goddess of Hate lost her grip, and she went sailing into the portal as well. Within moments, she was lost to oblivion. The two Goddesses that had wreaked havoc upon Remnant, who had tormented the mind of thousands of sluts, had been banished from this world, never to return. The Huntress's job had been completed. They were victorious.
But the portal did not close.
For Emerald, that was a good thing. Nora gasped when she saw that Emerald was not trying to hold onto anything. She was not protecting herself. Instead, the green-haired, red-eyed assassin was sprinting headfirst toward the portal. Nora called out to her, but she was ignored. Emerald, in truth, had made a snap judgment. Yes, the Goddesses were gone. Yes, the world was saved. But Emerald never cared about Remnant. Never once. The only thing Emerald had ever cared about was finding love, first from Cinder, and now, from Salem, her one true soulmate. But Salem was dead. Gone. There was no saving her—at least, not without help. Emerald did not know what was on the other side of the portal but seeing the Goddesses sucked away, she knew that she didn't have much of a choice but to find out. If she wanted Salem resurrected, there were only two people who knew how to do that. At the very least, she had to try. With nothing else in Remnant for her, and to the shock of the others, Emerald raced toward the portal and threw herself headfirst into it.
"I'm coming for you, Salem!"
Emerald vanished into the glow of the portal, a third woman sucked into its embrace. Only, it was not done. Two more women were attracted by its power.
Cinder and Pyrrha were close to each other as they were dragged across the floor. The pull of the portal affected them harshly, perhaps due to their strong connection to the Goddess's magic. They both tumbled and rolled helplessly, bounding along toward the howling dimensional rift.
"This is not happening!" Cinder screamed. "It cannot end like this!" She tried to use her Fall Maiden powers to fly away, but even the fiery jets of her magic were no help against the portal's snare.
"Help! Help me!" Pyrrha shouted fearfully. She used her Semblance to rip out chunks of the floor to grab onto, but the floor was too unstable to hold, breaking apart before she could support herself. The pair of rivals bounced further down the hall, their paths seemingly unstoppable. However, as they passed by the others, a difference made itself known. A difference of allies. As Pyrrha passed by the others, Nora reached out and hugged Pyrrha's torso, stopping the redhead from falling further down the hall. Cinder continued to bounce, and as the world spun around her, she managed to catch a final glimpse of Pyrrha, hugging her friend for support. Cinder's eyes grew wide.
She… she wasn't going to make it. Pyrrha was. All because of her friends.
Friendship was going to save the day.
Cinder left the ground, the pull of the portal now strong enough to hoist her up in the air. She flew helplessly toward the portal, ready to face her destiny once and for all. She neared its entrance.
And then, she decided to be a cunt one last time.
With a final grunt, Cinder shot out her Grimm arm across the room. It launched twenty feet down the hall, and just as Pyrrha was starting to feel safe in Nora's embrace, Cinder's claw grabbed onto her ankle. Pyrrha's face contorted in fear, and all at once she was ripped away from the comfort of her friends, dragged back down the hall toward her most hated enemy, down toward the violent portal that threatened to take her away from this world.
"Pyrrha!" Nora and Ren shouted. Both lovers shot up to their feet, running purely on instinct. Pyrrha screamed in fear as she flew up in the air, sailing toward Cinder and her dimensional demise. She flailed out her arms in front of her, desperate to grab anything before she was sucked away forever. With a final burst of speed, Nora and Ren raced forward and each grabbed onto one of Pyrrha's arms, trying to hold her back.
The line grew taught. Pyrrha became stuck in the air, flat on her stomach, her feet facing toward a swirling mass of glowing death not more than ten feet away from her. Her arms were held in front of her, each trying to grip one of her friends to desperately stay alive. Nora and Ren dug their heels into the floor, pulling back with all of the strength they had left, trying to resist both Cinder's efforts and the power of the portal. Cinder's body had crossed into the mouth of the portal, but she was clinging on for dear life as well, her claw tight around Pyrrha's ankle. Her face was strained, fire burning from her eyes.
"No, you don't!" Cinder yelled over the howling death. "If I'm going down, you're going down with me!"
"Agh! Hang on, Pyrrha!" Ren cried, struggling to keep Pyrrha in his hands. Pyrrha tried holding on as much as she could, but she felt her fingertips slipping.
"I'm… I'm trying!" Pyrrha shouted. Cinder's claws were buried into her skin. There was nothing she could do to shake her, no weapon she could grab to loosen her. She was too weak from the constant assaults, and even if she wasn't, a second-long distraction was enough to send her hurdling into the abyss. The roars of the portals were louder than anything she had ever heard, rupturing her eardrums. Yet, she could still hear the cries of her friends. The cries of her enemies.
"You can't escape me, Pyrrha!" Cinder growled. "The only way this ends is with us both in the fucking grave!"
Pyrrha looked down at Nora and Ren's feet. They were slipping, sliding toward the portal. They were losing ground. All for her. They were going to get dragged into the portal with her. Her best friends… they were going to die because of her.
Cinder's words rang true. There really was only one way to end this…
"Guys…" Pyrrha whimpered. "You have to let go…"
The pain on Nora's face was from more than just her struggle. "W-What?"
"You have to let me go!" Pyrrha begged. "You're going to get sucked in with me."
"No… no, we're not!" Ren groaned. He pulled back with all of his might. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
"Please!" Pyrrha cried. "Please, don't do this!"
Nora shook her head furiously. "No! We are not losing you again!"
They slipped further. Cinder's grasp grew tighter. The portal showed no signs of slowing. Hot tears streamed down Pyrrha's face. Why were they doing this to her? They just had to let go. She wasn't even supposed to be alive right now. Why sacrifice their happiness for her? She didn't deserve it. At least let her go so Cinder could go with her. Let her make this sacrifice for the greater good.
"It's okay!" Pyrrha insisted. "It has to be this way!"
Nora refused to hear it. Her own face was wet from tears. "We are sticking together, dammit!"
"We're not losing our friend!" Ren shouted. He and Nora pulled with everything they had. They were hellbent on staying with her. Even if it meant joining the abyss. Even if it meant losing everything. It was what Cinder was counting on. Using the others as leverage, she started to reel herself in back from the abyss…
And all the while this was happening, Yang was watching from the sidelines with Blake at her side. She watched the display of strength that let Nora and Ren fight back against the universe itself. She saw Pyrrha willing to give her own life to save the people she loved. She saw a team—a team that, once upon her time, resembled something like her own—give everything for each other. And as the portal howled and tried to consume its last victims, Yang had an epiphany. The girl that fought in sex contests, the girl that murdered her own sister, that girl who tried to rule the world as a Grimm? The girl who found Salem hot? That girl was gone. For one true, shining moment, the girl that was within her was Yang Xiao Long… Huntress. And that girl wanted to do one more good thing in her life.
Yang exchanged a glance with Blake, and without saying a word, she realized that the same emotions were running through her former girlfriend. Though they had their differences and their feuds, they were once both fueled by the will to help others. Yang saw that same shimmer in Blake's eyes now. Her Faunus friend had also come to the same realization. It was time to put the selfish behavior aside. Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren needed their help. They needed Bumbleby's help.
"We… we need to do something," Yang said breathlessly.
Blake's face became solemn, and slowly, she nodded her head. "You're right. And I know just what to do."
Yang and Blake shared a smile. A few minutes ago, they wanted to tear each other's faces off. But now, in the face of a cruel universe, in the face of friendship, they finally had put aside their differences. They were back together. Together, they were unstoppable.
"I knew you would," Yang said gladly. "So, what's the plan—hey, what the fuck!"
Without any warning, Blake grabbed onto Yang's torso and hoisted the armless girl up over her head. The blonde screamed in confusion as Blake sprinted toward the portal, her face scrunched into a furious sneer. Blake held Yang up like a trophy, and Yang was completely defenseless as Blake ran toward the others at lightning speed.
"Hey! Put me down! You crazy bitch! What are you doing!"
To the shock of the others, Blake ran right up beside Nora and Ren, planting down her feet. With Yang lifted high over her head, she leaned back with all her might and screamed with righteous anger.
"And don't you ever fuck my mom again!"
Blake threw Yang forward as hard as she could, launching her straight toward the portal. Cinder's evil rage turned into blunt shock as the helpless blonde came sailing toward her, and with a meaty whack, Yang's fat ass collided square into Cinder's face. The impact dislodged Cinder's grasp from Pyrrha's ankle, and both the Fall Maiden and the armless blonde screamed in terror as they flew deep into the glowing portal, disappearing into its brilliant glow. When their cries were finally silenced, only then did the portal let out a tremendous groan itself—and all at once, satiated with its sacrifice, the portal vanished into thin air, leaving only silence in its wake.
With the force gone, Nora and Ren suddenly fell backward, Pyrrha landing on top of them. They all groaned in pain in a big naked pile, trying to recover from their ordeal. Pyrrha rolled and sat upright, clutching her stomach in pain. Though there were light burn marks on her chest, she was mostly unscathed. She looked around the mansion in disbelief. She expected some new foe to come out and attack her. Another Ruby clone they missed, a Grimm to gobble them up, Cinder's claw emerging from the ground. Only, nothing came. There was just silence in a broken mansion. A light jostle of wind in her hair. Warm sunlight streamed down her face.
Pyrrha sat in disbelief. It was over. She was alive.
She was okay.
The tears resumed, and Pyrrha placed her hand to her mouth to try to stop her sobs. Only this time, she was greeted with more support. Nora and Ren hugged her tightly from either side, holding her close. They were crying and laughing, and the three of them collapsed into each other as the peace of the moment finally came over them. Somehow, they had actually done it. They were all together again. The Goddesses were really gone, as were Salem and Cinder. And while they wouldn't know what happened to Emerald or Yang, two women who had long since detached from them, what mattered most was that the three of them were here, together. And they were never letting go.
And then, of course, there was Blake, who just threw her ex-girlfriend into a screaming hell dimension. The incestuous Faunus placed her hands on her hips and sighed, satisfied with her work and oblivious to the joyful, tearful celebration of her allies.
"I gotta say, Pyrrha," Blake said with a sly whistle. "You sure know how to throw an orgy."
