RWBY: the reading of the witch princess of chaos
The morning arrived in its usual manner. However there was a sense of unease in the air. No one knew what to expect from the next part of the 'book'. Ruby was the most effected by the revelations so far. She did not know how to take wha t had happened to her other self. Yang on the other hand was furious, her baby sister had been stolen ( well her other selves sister, that however did not matter to her.)
So it was that they were all sitting around the table talking about what they had seen, wondering how it would effect how they knew things to have gone. Suddenly however a bright flash and two figures were standing in the small dining room that housed them all.
"Tai, where are we?" came the sickly sweet voice of one summer rose whilst giving her husband a not-smile. Before the two could continue summer was hit by two missiles that resolved themselves into the shapes of ruby and yang. Tears pouring down their faces at seeing their mother again. It did not take long for them to be brought up to speed on what was happening.
To be honest summer was curious, true she was upset that she had been killed, however it was an entirely different time line, who wouldnt be curious?
Soon they were all filtering into the screen room sitting on various chairs and couches. A large 'Standby' sign flashing upon the screen. Summer took a seat in the middle of a small couch with her girls on either side of her. Tai went to sit with Qrow, both had a strong drink in their hands at the advice of the others.
With a flash the book appeared within the grasp of Summer. Opening it she read the first line and flinched.
Chapter 2: Daddy's Murder Girl
"Well that is a good start" Snarked raven as the title was read out for them all to hear. A scroll suddenly fell onto her head causing a round of chuckles that were quickly silenced with her glare.
"Back ground info of the new world. Races" this piqued blakes interest.
"There are many races and factions within those races. The three main are elves dwarves and humans. There are others such as lizard men and skaven." as this was being said images appeared on the screen, naturally the skaven got squeals of disgust.
"Each race has their own speciallization. Elves being a very magical race being able to use all of the winds of magic(types) except chaos due to its naturally corruptive nature. Dwarves being resistant to magic and are more Physical in nature. Finally humans who are a more jack of all trades species who due to their shorter lives are known as an adaptable race"
"Druchii or Dark elves live in nagarythe, the land of chillwinds. Formerly from the island paradise of ulthuan they were exiled along with their king malekith son of anaerion the defender. This created a split in the elven race. Asur- high elves, asrai - wood elves. Druchii - dark elves."
" it says that it will update as required" said Raven before putting the scroll aside.
(8 Years Later)
Two soldiers of the Bleakswords were running through the frosted forest near Naggarond in a frantic haze. Moments ago, they were just out drinking together while openly fantasizing what they would do with one of the local priestesses of Khaine if they had their way with them along with some boasts of their 'masculinity' to dominate them.
The women in the room clicked their tongues in disgust. "No matter the world there is always some males that just cannot resist" muttered one of the women but who it was was not clear. What was clear however was that the men couldn't help but be embarrassed.
Then out of nowhere, some little shit decided to run into them and not only grab their money but also dig a deep cut in their thighs. That did not stop them from giving chase after the child, seemingly a girl, to make her pay in more ways than one.
Everyone in the room turned to look at a brightly blushing ruby who was being pulled into a hug from summer.
Fueled by their rage, they chased the child from the outskirts through the field. The child in question was slippery one. Where the pair of fully-grown Druchii struggled trudging through the knee-deep snow, the girl seemed to glide over the white expanse like a twister. When they reached the forest, she all but disappeared climbing up a tree like some creature.
Ruby was almost as red as her cloak whilst sinking into it like one would a blanket. Her teammates were stuck inbetween laughing and deadpanning at the girl as it seemed that both her mischievous side and speed would not change no matter what happened. Tai and Qrow however were to busy laughing at the girls reaction to care.
Their rage-filled chase became what kids would see it as a nightmare. Rage turned into a growing nervousness as they continued on into the forest of dead, pale trees that stood four stories tall. They felt the stare of eyes upon them like they were some playthings, and the laugh of the girl somehow echoed through the forest like some sort of phantom.
There was a clapping in the room and to everyones surprise it was raven. "Well done girl, drawing your target into an area of your choice followed by headgames." raven nodded in approval at the scene that was showing on the screen. The atlesians despite there dislike of the bandit could not help but agree with her, it was a very good tactic.
Then came the rustle of something jumping from branch-to-branch and with the sound of claws digging into wood. They now felt they were the ones being hunted for something was definitely hunting them as more stares bore down on them like a pack closing in.
"Very well done miss rose" said ozpin nodding at the scene "Territorial advantage and the mental warfare, who ever taught the girl was very good at their job as she has already claimed some of the most important variables in a battle." he explained getting nods from the experienced hunters. " now that she has them in a heightened state of emotion they are not thinking straight and will make it a easier victory than it would normally." The turned and looked at the image of the field, a large forrest that was covered in a thick layer of snow and ice, not a pleasant place to fight.
That nervousness turned into a fear as the girl's laughs continued, seemingly enjoying their fear. Once one of them thought they spotted the girl standing a bit away. The one to run up and strike at the girl's head swore it was culprit only for his blade to have beheaded a decayed skull... of a fellow Bleaksword who had a multitude of old nails through his head and the dead person in question to have died by choking by a root of a tree that grew out of his rib cage.
There was shock and horror at the sight on the screen though raven and salem were impressed. That was a sight that one did not see often even in both of their brutal worlds.
And finally, the girl herself spoke for the first time, her voice dripping with amusement and murderous mirth. "Yeah, that guy died too soon. Phooey~, he made such lovely~ screams for mercy~. He begged so~ much~ to let him go when forced to have that root grow down his throat. A slow~ and~ painful choke by nature."
They where horrified at this. Ruby had done that? The innocent and bubbly girl that summer was holding was capable of such a thing if things had been different? It was an almost inconceivable thought and shook every one to the core.
It was enough to bring the scene of what it is now of the two soldiers of the Druchii running through the forest in fright. Their breathing was haggard that revealed their growing fear. One of them speculated that this forest was haunted and they fell for that spirit's trap. They ignored the screams of pain of their legs as they rushed through the deep snow to find some sort of escape from this nightmare. Then one of the Bleakswords yelped when his foot caught on something in the snow and he swore that something was dragging him down. He whipped his sword out slashing frantically at whatever creature was trying to drag him down like a predator. Imagine his horror when he dislodged his leg from the snow to find a severed hand blue with frostbite.
Again the image changed to show what was going on, the blue hand caught on the leg of one of the soldiers being dragged out from beneath a snow drift. Again in the scene whilst the two men were clearly visible there was no sign of ruby. However if they looked closely enough they could somewhat make out other lumps in the snow, suspicious lumps. No-one however wanted to say anything incase their thought about what they were was correct. Ruby herself was buried deep into her mothers side not wanting to see what was happening.
"Ooh~, that was one my first ones~." Giggled the voice of the girl across the whole forest. "Put a knife in his spine and he sobbed so~ much~ when a blizzard came in to bury him. I liked his death so~ much..."
The voice of the girl paused for a moment, and the soldiers looked ahead of their path only to become as pale as the Witch Elves. The field before them was littered with buried corpses of other Druchii of their same regiment. Frosted blue hands were risen from the snowy ground from the Druchii desperately wanting freedom. There were even the fear stricken heads of the elves, their screams frozen in time.
"... that I just had to do it over and over again~." The girl giggled. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha."
"We need to get the fuck out of here."
IronWood despite his distaste of what was being shown could not help but be impressed at the girl. Not only had she lured them and demoralized them. She had also laid out a plan that would set up a field of combat that was to her favour. And she was only eight if the time line was accurate. Yes he was very impressed … begrudgingly.
"No, we need to kill this little shit. S-She's probably playing tricks with us."
"What makes you think she's not a spirit of some kind sent here to torture us?"
The scroll flashed just as people were about to comment about the spirit statement.
" due to the high quantity of magic as well as different types of magic, unquiet spirits as well as the undead are not unheard of. From necromancy and vampires to reanimated bodies It is not an unheard of phenomena." This caused some of the hunters to flinch. As if grim were not bad enough but the un-dead, that was a terrifying thought. Someone however had to make it worse.
"Not to different from us then" stated salem with a smirk. This however just unsettled them more.
"I will not believe such wretched lies to scare a child. Stop hiding and come out, you coward!"
"Aw~, but I'm having so much fun watching you all quiver in fear like little ratmen." Giggled the girl, the eyes of the Bleakswords darting in all directions to find her. "But if you want, then~... Over here~!"
"Sis it seems that the other you has gained a sadistic streak to mach your mischievous personality" mumbled Yang getting a nod in return from their team.
The more defined voice of the girl dragged the attention of the duo of Druchii to the side. There they saw the girl tall enough to reach their waists, her back turned to them while a black cloak shrouded any notable detail. All they saw was the glint of teeth of her grin, pointed ears of a Druchii, and a pale hand poking out motioning for the duo to chase her.
Juane was the first to speak, "is it just me or is that," he pointed at the screen that was showing the situation. "Just screaming trap?" he looked around with no one wanting to say anything as things were quickly spiralling into a dark place. "It does" mumbled pyrrha not liking where this was going.
The Bleakswords gave a cry of wrath that blinded them and yet again extinguished the growing fear through them as they gave chase. It was a repeat of last time as the girl managed to keep ahead of them seemingly gliding over the snow with ease while the duo struggled to run through the white expanse. All in the meantime her endless laughter of amusement further fueled their anger.
"I will get my hands on you, little bitch!" Threatened one of the Druchii frothing at the mouth. "When I do, I am going to cut off your ears and force them down your throat."
"Ooh~, what a great idea." Mocked the girl with a new fit of laughter.
"HOW IS THAT A GOOD IDEA!" shouted tai in disbelief, he was glad that Qrow had said to have a hard drink handy as he was needing it, seeing his little girl who was usually so bright and cheerful be so…. It was not doing good things for him.
The girl's pale hand reached through the snow for a moment A glint of steel shined from her hand, and unknown to the chasing Druchii it was a small whip attached to a long string of dark steel, as is the traditional metal work of Druchii. She pulled on it with enough force that it raised a barbed wire trap from the snow. The pair of Druchii were too late to see it until their legs caught onto it. Not only did they trip, the barbed steel snapped and wrapped around their legs. The pair screamed in agony as the barbed string sank into the flesh of their legs like the teeth of a Cold One when it coiled around them. It was only because of their endurance as Druchii did they manage to fight through the pain and sever the wire, albeit leaving their legs exposed to the bit of Nagarythe's cold and bleeding the snow in dark red. Any longer and it would have reached the bone.
"You were right o fearless leader!" cheered nora only to get a deadpan look from ren. "Not the time nora" sometimes it was more of a pain than not to try and contain the excitable girl.
"That fucking hurt, you little shit!" Cursed one of the swordsman. "I will have you beaten in a meatpile and throw you to the Cold Ones to naw at your bones. Or maybe I'll just keep you as my personal pet."
His next words stopped dead at the scene that he was greeted with. Other voices of menacing giggles reached their ears as more figures came out of the woodwork. Surrounding the Druchii pair were women of literal deadly beauty with skin of pale ash with some hair colors of white or black. They did not have much clothing on them, just enough to cover their modesty in armored bras of purple metal of and purple loincloths.
An image of the witch elves appeared on the screen. Unfortunately for the men in the room as they had the inevitable reaction one would expect in such a situation. This however made the women in the room to glare at their respective men. Not that it had much effect when some of them were blushing at the scene whilst trying to reprimand their male counterparts.
Their eyes were lined with black face paint and over their bodies were unique red, black, and purple tattoo markings that looked sharp and somewhat demonic. At their hands and hip were wicked looking daggers designed to draw the most blood and carve through flesh like butter. For some, they brandished dreaded whips meant to slash through skin in a single crack of it. All of them sported grins hungry to inflict torture and untold cruelty that radiated from their eyes. The lick of lips may seem sexual to make a man succumb to their whims, but it also spoke of their thirst to for blood.
There were so many of them, possibly three dozen that surrounded the pair of Druchii. Some revealed themselves from their hiding place behind trees and rocks and other dropped halfway down from the tops of the trees were they were spying on them. The Bleakswords gulped in fear for they knew these women as the Witch Elves the most deadly warriors of the Druchii that have devoted their lives in slaughter for Khaine. Just one of them would easily annihilate a whole unit of themselves laughing as she would.
"To inspire such fear, they must be truly fearsom" salem said whilst looking at the information about witch elves. She was intrigued by the warrior women. Watching the scene they were both mesmerized and horrified by what they were watching. Wondering how it would play out. There was inly one difference in the group and that was ruby herself who was practically salivating at all the masterfully crafted weapons.
"W-Witch Elves?!" Exclaimed one of the male Druchii. "What are th-the priestesses of Khaine doing here?"
"What's with all the respect and fear all of a sudden?!" Spoke the leader of the Witch Elves, indicated by the crest that sat on her head in her snow white hair. "I believe that you two called us a bunch of pale whores?"
The leader smiled at the shocked expressions of the men. "Tsk tsk tsk. You should really keep such thoughts in your head. You can thank our little one for telling us like a wonderful girl she is."
Qrow snorted in amusement "even surrounded by murderous priestess's and your still being a goody two shoes…. In a manner of speaking. Even if it is a warped version of it" this brought out a round of laughing to the annoyance of summer "my darling little girl has and always will be a good girl." snarled the mother towards her team mate. It was all that ruby and her team could do not to draw attention to themselves because of their recent adventures.
"Why thank, Priestess Ghirah." Chirped the girl. It would have been such a cute scene if it lacked the fact that they were a cult of murders, which the girl was no different.
"Well they aren't lying" mused tai as they looked at the image of the adorable little elf. It was also ruined by the slight hint of blood lust within the little girls eyes
"Why I-" Outraged one of the Bleakswords, but when he took a step forward Ghirah nonchalantly cracked her whip and slashed through the armor of his torso, leaving a bleeding cut. He staggered back to his position next to his companion with a cry of pain.
"My, my." Ghirah said, marveling the length of her dark whip that showed barbed points. "Thank you, little one for such an amazing design on the whip."
"If it bleeds more, it works." Said the girl.
Yang burst out laughing "even in another world you are still playing with weapons. Rubies family started snickering followed by the rest of those in the room. The fascination of weapons and their creation was a shared fascination that both mother and daughter shared. It was only then that blake realised something "wait the headpriestess has the same name as my father?" she burst out in surprise.
"What are you going to do with us?" Asked one of the Bleakswords.
"Unless you try to run away, we'll do nothing." Ghirah said, gesturing to the girl. "She on the other hand will."
A small pale hand reached out from the dark cloak and pulled the hood back to reveal the girl to the Druchii. Her face was cutesy if it weren't for her eyes that with just a look showed the elves the tortures she desired upon them. They were very unnerving eyes with her right pupil seemingly the abyss itself surrounded by a ring of purple and then her left eye looked like it was taken from a ferocious creature of Chaos with its crimson iris and ebony slit pupil. Her shoulder length hair was a point of some envy of Witch Elves since it looked to be drenched in the darkest cauldron of blood with the tips a lighter shade to resemble red flames. Rounded cheeks that held just some lingering baby fat gave her cute image but that was ruined by the absolute sadistic smile she wore. If Witch Elves were born, the girl was a rarity then.
"They were right that version of you is adorably cute sweety" summer said whilst giving her daughter a kiss on the head much to the girls eternal embarrassment and secret joy. Salem just had to ruin the moment with another of her remarks to the irritation of summer "well the king did say that the witch elves would be jealous of the little one's hair." she said with a hint of amusement leaking into her voice to the surprise of the others.
"What i have a sense of humour, i've just not had much to be amused about in a long time!" she said to them annoyed upon seeing their expressions.
"She will fight you." Ghirah announced.
The Bleakswords could not help but laugh. "We? Fight this little cunt?"
"She barely comes up to my waste."
Their so-called degrading of the girl only made the Druchii child smile. Ghirah smirked as she leaned down for some extra words of encouragement that were not needed. The girl jumped into the now formed arena facing the male Druchii. Her small hands reached out from the confines of her cloak and revealed twin daggers the same as the Witch Elves.
"C'mon, let's just kill this child and get on our way." One of the Bleakswords said and the two withdrew their blades.
They did not have their shield with them, not that they thought that was necessary to kill a child. Those thoughts turned into a different direction when the child sprang forth with enough speed to be a blur. The Druchii could only widen their eyes when they felt the twin daggers sink into their side just below their lowest rib. A fountain of blood later and the vision almost went white from pain.
"You - AAARGH!" Cried one of the male Druchii in agony and rage.
His eyes red with rage directed to the child still smirking at them. He charged forward while his companion was trying to endure the pain. As he brought down his sword to cleave through the child, she did not even move as her eyes followed the blade. At the last second, her left arm snapped up and somehow successfully parried the blade as though she was swatting a fly.
'How - How does a child hold so much strength?!' Thought the Bleaksword as he felt that a troll just batted his sword away, and he tightened his grip in time to not let go of his sword.
Feeling the eyes upon her Salem sighed as she was now required to fulfill her now non-official role as magic advisor/explanation provider. "The ritual that the girl was put into was a blood ritual. It stand to reason that the girls blood was blessed by the entities that made it occur, this would lead to their being more than just superficial changes due to their magic being used in the transformation. What they are though i do not know." it was winter that spoke next " sounds plausible, the assumption that the magic would be influenced by the entities would leave a mark on the receiver." this got nods except from Qrow who was part way through his fifth glass of whiskey.
"Weak." Spat the child.
That one word brought forth the blinding anger yet again that made the Druchii unable to focus properly from his hurt pride. He went for a heavy slash to chop off the girl's legs with his companion rushing in front the side for his own follow up attack. Almost lazily the girl jumped over the glinting steel and with such skillful dexterity kicked her feet to the side of the blade that sent it towards the slash of the other one. The two blades canceled each other out while at the same time the girl drove her dagger into the one of the Bleaksword's right bicep. She used it as leverage to lift herself up, at the same time completely ruining the male Druchii's muscle arm, and kick the other one's chin with a crack.
The girl set back on the ground behind the Bleakswords, her dagger dislodged from the bicep of one of them that now looked to have torn a vicious hole through. The one that she kicked was bleeding from his mouth and spat out a few cracked teeth. His tongue also looked worse for wear as he had accidentally bitten it from the kick.
"What the hell are you, girl?" The one with the ruined arm demanded.
"Your superior." The girl said as cold as Nagarythe. "And you are so boring me."
"Wow and i thought weiss cream was the cold one!" exclaimed yang to a collective groan from those within the room.
The male Druchii raised their swords and slammed them down upon the girl who redirected the blows with a deflect. Her dagger slipped down their blades making sparks fly and she ducked between them to score a cut on their sides again. She then twisted around and stabbed her right dagger in the one of the Bleakswords. She made sure that the position of the blade was around the kidney where it hurt the most yet harmed the least. Her grin turned a bit more feral as she hurt her victim's wail of pain.
The other one came in for a slash the girl blocked with her remaining dagger. His strength was significantly weaker now that he had to use his left arm to fight. They engaged in exchanging blades, but it was obvious that the girl was merely playing with the adult Druchii. The girl was basically dancing around a clumsy Greenskin, always nicking for blood in every exchange of steel.
"Well short stuff it looks like your others dexterity and agility is much higher than yours" Qrow prodded at the young girl who just pouted in response. In truth she was a bit envious of how easily her counterpart moved but she was more unnerved by how she was playing rather than fighting. It was too cruel for her. She could not believe that any version of her would do such a thing.
The girl leaped in the air suddenly in twirl and came down with both daggers raised above her head. This time, the male Druchii successfully defended himself and the twin daggers met the edge of his own sword. He was shocked that his body staggered under whatever crazy strength the girl possessed. It took all of his strength to push the girl away, but she right herself in a flip.
Standing up, the male Druchii was momentarily put off by the pout on her face. "You're no fun anymore~."
"What?" Exclaimed the Druchii with the missing teeth incredulously.
"Yeah~, you're too boring now~." The girl complained, gesturing to the Witch Elves in the trees. "They can have fun with what I have planned next."
The next the two Druchii males knew, barbed whips wrapped around their wrists and ankles courtesy of the Witch Elves in the trees. They hoisted them up to the air, the barbed wire shredding into them as it tightened like a snake with spins all over it. Blood rained lightly drizzled down to the snow and some of the Witch Elves even began to wash in the light fall of droplets. Two more wrapped around their torsos, held by two Witch Elves for each Bleaksword. Silent screams of pain rang out of their mouths, unable to voice themselves as the whips were far too tight for sufficient air.
"Now here's an interesting thought." The girl mused. "Do you think we can shred them in half?"
"WHAT!" screamed the room. Just as they thought what amounted to a gore flick was coming to an end Rubies counter part asked such a horrifying question? Just what had happened to the carefree girl to turn her into such a thing? Ozpin had his eyes closed at this not bearing to look at the destruction of a childs innocence. Salem however was interested in how effective the girl would be when she grew older. If she was this callous and sadistic now? The girl would be more effective than cinder by leagues.
The Witch Elves holding the Druchii up nodded with glee. The Druchii didn't get a chance to scream for mercy before the Witch Elves started pulling and pushing on the whips around their torsos. The unfortunate Druchii in the air cried in agony as they felt as though a saw was slowly cutting into them, which was fairly accurate. The drizzle of blood turned into red rain, making the Witch Elves below laugh in joy as they showered in the liquid gore.
"I should not be surprised I would find you here." Spoke a highly recognized voice as dark as the night and colder than the snow.
"Finally someone is stopping the madness" proclaimed juane with relief evident in his voice. His unease at what had been occurring radiating from his very being. Ironwood however was not to sure the voice was familiar.
The torture was put on the immediate halt at the sound of the voice, and the Witch Elves stood stock stiff at the sight of Malekith on a black steed. The Druchii hanging in the air didn't imagine until now that they could be thankful for the dark lord's timely appearance for their rescue. Yet, the girl out of all of them was not immediately shaking in fear, but rather her smile turned jolly at the sight of the Witch King.
"B-Bless you, my Lord." One of the Druchii. "You've come to save us."
"This rotten little shit trapped us here." Cursed the other one. "She should be executed for these crimes, or better yet made a whore like whatever mother birthed her in this world with a drunken bastard."
Every word that the male Druchii kept saying only made the sadistic grin on the girl's face grow till it became feral. Malekith continued to stare at the pair of Bleakswords, his gaze piercing their very soul. He released a low growl of exasperation and turned his gaze down to the girl.
"So," Malekith spoke, his tone completely neutral, "what do you have to say for yourself, brat?"
"That I did a wonderful job... Father." The girl chirped, dropping the bombshell.
"F-Father?" The Druchii Bleakswords stuttered. "What is the meaning of this?"
Malekith sighed. "As you have described, I am the bastard that is her father."
Yang just could not resist making a comment "It was at that moment they knew, they fucked up!" it was quiet at first but then they started to chuckle at the scene Salem and raven were in noughts. The two souldiers had just cursed out not only their king but also his daughter right in front of his face. That was never a good thing no matter the time or place.
The Bleakswords gulped in fear. Indirectly, they had just insulted the Witch King right in front of him. Their lives were forfeit at this point, and their only hope was for a quick death.
"That is true, by the looks of it these druchii have a violent society, Thus doing such a thing would end …badly" said weiss less than impressed at the thought. Even in atlas doing such a thing to one of the high society would be bad enough to get one cut off or removed from possibly gaining influence in day to day life.
Malekith ordered his steed forth till he was towering over the girl, who was still grinning like a maniac.
"You just had to be so troublesome, brat." Malekith hissed, his eyes narrowing at the girl.
"Whatever do you mean." The girl said innocently. "I am just weeding out the weak. Those two were probably bribed into the regiment. They made perfect test subjects for new torture methods."
Malekith didn't say anything else. Instead he reached his right arm down and lifted the girl up by the back of her cloak and set her down in front of him. The girl tried to escape, but Malekith kept a tight hold on his daughter.
"Hey, I wasn't done playing with Ghirah." The girl whined.
"Quiet, Allisara." Malekith growled. "We are leaving."
"Ahh so that is Rubies name now in that world" said ren catching everyones attention at his statement. Ruby seemed to be in thought "Allisara, it is a pretty name" she said quietly liking the name.
Allisara pouted. "Fine. Bye, Lady Ghirah. Tell me if they actually split apart."
"Will do, princess." Ghirah replied back.
"Of course she will" exclaimed weiss in exasperation at the fact that despite being caught by the king she still wants to know how things turned out. Just how twisted was this girl?
As Malekith ordered his speed in a moderate gallop, the last they heard whilst exiting the forest was the screams of agony from the mail Druchii followed by the loud crunch of bone being ripped apart by steel. Or possibly their limbs being torn off from the Witch Elves sheer strength. It saddened Allisara that she wasn't able to see it because being the daughter of Malekith didn't let her appreciate the screams of torture as much as she wanted. Grandma understood, but she didn't bring as many slaves for her blood rituals for the young Druchii's glee to watch.
"You're mad, aren't you?" Allisara said.
"Exasperated would be a better term." Malekith replied.
Which was true after all he had killed foolish nobles just because they irritated him with nonsense. He should be pissed actually since he had to (literally) cut a meeting short with a noble from the eastern provinces when he heard news from the servants Allisara escaped the citadel.
Ironwood seemed envious "there have been a few times that i have considered doing that." he admitted to the shock of most in the room except for winter as she was in the same boat as her commander. "The cons always seem to come down in leaving them breathing as the better of the options no matter how irritating and frustrating they can be." there was an awkward silence for a moment before Salem motioned for summer to continue.
Again he might add and that meant at least one less soul alive in Nagarythe for every time she did so. It certainly was not because he was worried about her safety, but the fact he wanted to keep her identity a secret, excluding the local Witch Elves that acted as caretakers for the girl miraculously. The sole reason (excuse) that Malekith convinced himself for the child turned Druchii that shared his blood, which meant the blood of Aenarion as well.
"... How long were you watching anyway?" Allisara asked seriously, expecting an answer.
"Since you started playing around and making fools of those soldiers." Malekith answered, using the word 'soldiers' very loosely.
And his daughter agreed with his thoughts with a scoff. "They were weak, unfit to effectively swing a sword. They would've made a joke of the image of our might as soon as they would've have died on the battlefield. A more painful demise was better for them."
"Don't think that is any excuse to sneak out of the citadel when I forbade you to do so." Malekith admonished with a harsh tone that would make lesser man flinch in fear.
Unfortunately, truly his blood ran in her veins as Allisara's eyes furrowed in challenge. "What's stopping me?"
"My word is enough of a law for you to follow to the letter." Malekith said coldly.
"I can handle myself." Allisara protested, and to show she summoned a red ball of magic in her left hand. Pure, contained Chaos magic, a side effect from Allisara's transformation into a full Druchii since being exposed to Chaos magic.
"Allisara." Malekith snarled, the ball of magic dissipating with just his glare alone, and his tone showing he was at the end of his temper.
"Fine, I'll shut up now, Dad." Allisara relented with a sigh.
"Well atleast he is acting like a father, even if his motivations are not quite aligned with what one would expect but he is being a parent. He is teaching her and disciplining her when needed." Ozpin said at the sort of tender family moment between the father and daughter duo.
The young Druchii did not notice the way Malekith's arm twitched when she used that informal term for 'Father'. It was a very strange sensation for the elder and scarred son of Aenarion being called such an affectionate term. As though that he was a proper parent worthy to be called so, no matter how twisted the child was anyway. Over the years, Malekith raised the once human infant not only as a weapon but as an heiress of sorts. He had trained her in both arcane arts that she has soaked up thanks to Morathi and personally trained Allisara in the art of the sword. Malekith knew that teaching a child so young was brutal in of itself, and add to the fact he was the farthest from the kindest person in the world. Yet, Allisara always came back for more and never once backing down.
This was definitely a new feeling he had towards the young Druchii. It can all be traced to the very night he claimed her when he gave the infant a new name. He did not know what came over him in that moment, but Malekith in that moment chose to name her after his dear dead wife. The Asrai who seemed to dance as beautifully with blades as she was in life. Malekith mentally beat himself over why he had to name his new daughter just so old wounds can reopen. But as the years go by, he was in... conflict with being a father, and he could not stop himself from imagining if raising his new daughter was a glimpse into a future that could've been. If only he was better, perhaps this was what would have awaited him. A family with children to be proud of.
"Ahh so that is the issue" summer said getting looks of confusion from the others. With a sigh she began "It is clear that something happened to the woman that ruby is named after, something that effected him profoundly. So it is causing conflict in him The ruler who wants an heiress and to do so needs to be harsh in her training and the part of him which he has hidden, the part that longs for a family." she explained getting the two white haired girls to nod in aggreement as their situation was similar it was just a matter of degree.
Because, loathe as he is to admit it, he was certainly proud towards Allisara's growth as a warrior and as a Druchii. She proved herself to be cruel at heart as she took her time torturing a slave in her first kill with a knife, and she was ambitious enough that she was already making plans of conquest upon the whole world for total domination.
"RUBY!" yang shouted out in shock. "Conquering the world? What did i tell you about that?" a small smirk appearing on the girls face " not to …or atleast not outside of the remnant board game" she replied getting chuckles from the room.
At the same time, Allisara was an analytical leader, looking out for the best of the Druchii to make them the supreme power among all and weeding out the weak and foolish to think they can trick and bribe their way through. She hated weakness, something Malekith anticipated she would keep when she met any stuck-up nobles that will manage to piss her off. She may not be on the level of a lord or general in the art of the sword, Allisara was already skilled enough to slaughter through Bleakswords and even hold herself against the elite Swords of Khaine in the citadel. Give her time to grow into her prime and she may as well surpass himself.
Malekith did not deserve to be called 'Dad', much less 'Father' at all. But he can take comfort at least that Allisara, his daughter, lived up to the lineage bestowed upon her. Combined with the divine blood she had with the the blood of Aenarion, her potential will make her godlike. She can't be completely perfect, evidence to the fact that Allisara took too much joy in torture and weeding out the weak in the military. Her antics have made her the acquaintance of the Witch Elves, some even proposing a position for her among their ranks. The Witch King blamed his mother for that from leaving Allisara in her care for just a day and now has the sadist tendencies for murder and blood to rival Priestesses of Khaine. But Allisara was destined for greatness, and she has proven herself to Malekith that she is indeed a worthy heir to his legacy and even as a descendant of Aenarion.
Perhaps it was time to reveal Allisara to the public. As she said herself, Allisara was no weakling with a blade that was as sharp as her pleasure for torture, and even more dangerous was her prodigal talents in magic. For Allisara had in fact held the power to command the winds of Chaos. Druchii have used Chaos magic before, but it was only possible through the use of summoning rituals to call forth the power from the Chaos realm. What Allisara does was directly channelling from the Winds of Magic themselves as though she were a Greater Daemon. It was indeed a frightening ability, one that held many advantages for Malekith's plans.
"Allisara." Malekith said. "Today, the nobles from all the provinces will gather in Naggarond. I plan to reveal yourself to them as my daughter and successor. What say you?"
Words were not needed for Malekith's answer. Instead, Allisara looked up to lock her gaze with the metal face plate, and her face split into a wicked grin worthy for a Witch Elf. Malekith can only hope that Allisara doesn't decide to stab a noble's eyes out.
Who was he kidding? She's definitely going to maul one anyway, and Morathi will probably laugh as she watches.
"Well he has a pleasant outlook of what is going to happen." said blake to no one but the others could not help but nod as if that was his thoughts of what was going to happen now what would happen if he had delayed it?
(That Night)
A grand dining hall fit for royalty beyond the imagination of humans to copy was filled with nobles from the provinces and clans that made up the empire of the Dark Elves. The Cult of Pleasure led by Morathi was the first to arrive being the sole and sworn partner to Nagarythe, followed by the Hag Queen Hellebron from Har Ganeth. The others that came were simply allies with the same goals or were basic puppets to serve Malekith in fear. Exceptions were Lokhir Fellheart, who was not present and his loyalties were solely based on the principles of the Druchii and the worship of Khaine. He would stay loyal as long as Malekith was a Druchii favored by Khaine.
"That is not that uncommon"said salem getting quizical looks from the room. It was however ozpin that answered the unasked question. "During the time of the brother gods it was not uncommon for a lord or ruler to be favoured by one or both of the brothers. It was also not uncommon for there to be people who were loyalties that were contingent on the favour of the gods." Ozpin explained to the younger of the group. "What allowed them to have such a loyalty was that usually they were simply to powerful to purge or were needed for one reason or another. A good allegory to this would be jaques schnee. He is hated by alot of people but nothing can be done due to the need for dust." this drew out nods of understanding along with scowls at the male schnee's name.
Thus, he sat on his throne with his blade, The Destroyer, leaning lazily on his right armchair and he overlooked the procession of this glorified banquet. Such was the common case for rulers to appeal to the masses to a certain degree. No use in having lords and nobles quivering wrecks nor be they bitter slaves. His metal-clad fingers shaped like talon tapped on the armchair that made a high-pitched clink. He was bored, that much was obvious, but the mystery in that was how far bored was Malekith that he was going to kill someone if his nerves were that far strained.
In the back corner leading to a hall away from the procession awaited Allisara. Her black cloak was pushed back, revealing her royal attire of black robes and purple armor gilded gold. At her hip was her personal blade, and upon her forehead was a menacing tiara of black iron with a red diamond in the center surrounded by three dark purple crystals.
An image of her appeared upon the screen causing ruby to curl in in embarrassment again at how her counterpart looked.
In all sense, she looked like a miniature general for an army, which Malekith sought to make her into soon. She was currently being tended by Morathi, and that did not fill him with much hope for anytime that his mother spoke words to Allisara. Her love of blood, killing, and torture can attest to that.
His hopes were not heard unfortunately as he heard Morathi and Allisara cackle.
"So," Morathi said, clad in a more formal attire consisting of black robes with openings in her side and windows to her long legs that gave her the unmatched sexual appeal, "what has my little sociopath of a granddaughter done while I was gone?"
"Well..." Allisara trailed with an innocent roll of her eyes that Morathi knew was far, far from that, "I was spying on the local Bleakswords in our garrison, found some to play that were below my standards. They proved very... useful for my delights."
"Oh really?" Morathi replied with a gleam. "How much did they scream?"
"They begged to Khaine for mercy. Khaine. For mercy." Cackled Allisara and her grandmother soon joining in. "Can you believe such foolishness begging to the god of murder for mercy? They sealed their fates, and I am assured Khaine enjoyed the rain of blood earlier today."
"She has a point" said blake. It was pyrrha that replied to her "how so?" she asked in curiosity of her reasoning. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts before she began ignoring that the room was listening in. "It has been made clear that there are many gods in this world that ruby was taken to. This khaine is a god of war and murder from what we know, it would only be reasonable for there to have other gods for other things." said blake getting nods. "Good analysis miss belladona and probably true however you forget that once into a habit it is hard to break it." nodding her acceptance of the fact she took a drink before they continued.
Morathi laughed in further amusement. "Do tell, granddaughter."
Allisara reflected the wickedness of Morathi. "Imagine hanging two foolish little excuses in the air by their feet and hands. Then imagine a whip held by Witch Elves slowly but surely sawing them in half. Sinew and flesh were just about to be torn about and the rain of blood was already falling for the Witch Elves to play in."
The room winced at the mental image thankfully it was not shown just an image of the two women as they talked in the corner of what was obviously a large ball room.
Morathi could not help but be so proud of the little daemon that was her new granddaughter and the cruel mind that she held in that little head of hers. It was almost cute in a way how such a seemingly sweet little girl took such an addiction to make people bleed and scream for the longest of times.
"Well rubes it seems the other you has taken your creativness and decided to use it for other …applications?" yang said to her sister with a cringe.
If all Druchii were sadists, then Allisara was one of the rarity that was a true sadist among the Druchii.
"Looks like the processions are about to start." Morathi noted as she saw the last of the guests enter the hall.
"Now we get to see the pomp of high society in another world. Doubt much will change" groaned weiss having gone to many such parties and gatherings due to her position as the heiress of the schnee dust company. If one was to look closely they would see the highly controlled faces of ozpin, salem ,ironwood and winter all twitch slightly at the mention of such events. They were not as enjoyable as they are made to seem.
As the room was filled with chatter of Druchii lords and ladies exchanging pleasantries and schemes, Allisara glanced to the entrance. The last pair that entered the hall was an odd pair. One was an obvious noble wearing rich robes with a sword at his hip yet lacking most if not any armor. He was awfully young as he bore the banner of the Silven, and Allisara new the head of that clan had a daughter as heir. She assumed that he must be the nephew of the head of the family. Allisara glanced at the young Druchii, he had the usual cruel look in his eyes common with everyone she met. Nothing special at all in her mind.
"There is always one" muttered winter to the agreement of her boss. They both knew that there was almost always some young upstart or someone trying to make a name for themselves by appearing more important than they were and only had any influence by hanging on the coat tails of someone else. Truly it both annoyed and disgusted them.
What caught her attention was the apparent slave he brought in. Slaves were not barred entrance from meetings such as this and can serve as show of wealth, but it was curious nonetheless.
Those used to such gatherings nodded at this as it was not uncommon for those who wished to display their wealth to bring a servant or some other display. Very few actually did so as unless one had a reason to do so it could easily be seen as an insult to the host of the gathering. Given the type of society these Druchii seemed to have, owning slaves was not surprising. Hell it was not long ago that faunus slavery had been legal.
The slave in question was also a subject of interest to Allisara. It was a girl her age with the same pale complexion common to Druchii but her back length hair was a light shade of blonde instead of white. That was a certain oddity among Druchii to have such a sunny shade of hair, and her eyes as well bore a strange deep blue hue to them. She was dressed in rags that covered the girl's modesty, and a shackle around her neck connected to links of chains held in the noble's left hand.
An image of the young slave appeared on the screen, she was beautiful, she would be more so if she was in proper dress and had been cleaned up. For a child however she was obviously going to grow into a very beautiful woman.
There was a look in the slave's eyes that piqued Allisara's interests in further. They were empty without purpose, but were replaced with a burning passion of need. It was hidden well, but there was an undeniable thirst that Allisara can see. The kind that makes a person ignore the faults and blessings the world brings upon them because they do not care. The kind where their entire life was revolved on a near maniacal devotion of their own selfish need. There Allisara saw a strong thirst to kill in the most humiliating, painful, and bloodiest way possible. An unspoken need for destruction and cruelty
She was far, far more interesting than the arrogant noble that was dragging by her leash.
"good , look for potential everywhere. It could be found in the most unlikely of places" said raven getting a nod of agreement from those that taught.
With a simple pull, the girl walked forward with him while keeping a mask of empty hopelessness. The nobles around them spared nonchalant glances at the slave, with the youngster arrival in question giving a scowl at them in return. Allisara rolled her eyes. Typical common blunder that will get you killed down the line.
As the two reached a table, that was when the girl suddenly snapped into action. She jumped up with the skilled nimbleness forcing the noble's arm to tie himself from being caught off guard. As soon as that happened, the slave girl grabbed for the nearest knife and started stabbing randomly upon the noble. The knife was too blunt for an instant kill but the strength in her stabs was enough to draw blood. And when there was blood, Allisara could see the smile on the slave's face. It wasn't the kind in the wake of one's vengeance, but the one from the just the pure joy of taking a life.
"You little whore!" Swore the noble, swiping his now mangled left arm to get the Druchii girl off of him. "That is it! You're head will be off on a platter."
Oh no, Allisara can't have that. Not after seeing such an interesting person, who was showing no fear towards the noble as he withdrew his sword.
"I wonder what the girl is going to do?" questioned salem as it was clear that the noble was not going to let that pass.
Malekith narrowed his eyes at the display and was about to order the noble to take it outside. No use spilling blood on his floors from other people.
Yang snorted a laugh at that, no he wasn't bothered by the attempted murder, no he just didn't want to have blood on his floor. It was to annoying for him to bother with. She could not help but wonder how someone becam,e so desensitized and jaded to even think like that.
That is until he sensed the increase in dark magic and he knew that it was out of his hands.
The sword in the noble's hands was batted away by a dagger of black magic that embedded in the iron walls before dissipating into motes of light. The dagger in question was a very small application of Blade Wind. Instead of commanding a storm, Allisara had taken it to use as little energy as possible to conjure only one bladed construct at a time. The spell was one of her firsts and favorites in Allisara's arsenal, even if she had yet to call a full-powered spell.
"Well sweety it seems that somethings are just hard coded into you as your love of weaponry has even effected your magic." teased summer seeing the cherry red that her daughter turned and found it amusing as the girl tried to hide within her cloak.
"Oh my, I can't let you do that." Allisara's voice rang out through the hall as she made her appearance with Morathi staying behind to watch the show.
"Who the hell is this little bitch?!" Snarled the noble she knocked the sword out of.
Malekith's right hand tightened and ever so slowly inched to his blade. Morathi in the meantime was holding in her laughter. The nobles around the hall were giving confused looks to the new Druchii that entered the hall with her attire that suggested that she was a very high-ranking noble. The older ones that have lived for centuries could feel the raw power that was emanating from Allisara and they had to hold in from gulping.
Allisara just widened her smile. "Just someone who is interested in the girl. Quite skilled she is if she managed to get the jump on her own master with ease. Such talent I cannot afford to leave in such... unreliable care."
"If it's a duel you want, then allow me to cut your head!" Roared the young noble, blinded in his rage by so far children that were humiliating him.
He did not make it two steps before he suddenly clutched his chest in pain as Allisara had her left hand outstretched in a gripping motion. The Druchii fell to his knees letting out gags of agony as he felt as though a fist gripped at his rib cage and was slowly pulling it out. Veins bulged abnormally in red going up his neck as the invisible hold tightened upon him. Allisara twitched her left wrist and the noble was suddenly pulled towards her. Unable to move, the noble stared at the mismatched eyes of Allisara, her left eye glowing an ominous red as she laid her left hand on his cheek.
"I don't take requests to the dirt." Allisara said, and the noble's whole being filled with pain as Allisara released Chaos magic through her palm. "I make them beg as I walk on them."
The skin and veins were flaming red from the chaotic energies forced into him. He felt that his very soul was being stabbed a thousand fold while pushed into the fires of the earth. Normally Allisara would not resort to this type of torture preferring more blood, but she wanted to make a show and make it quick. She loved the feeling of fear from the nobles around her.
"Give into my demands and I'll release you from your torment." Allisara hissed sweetly.
"Fine!" Cried the noble. "The slave is yours!"
"Ah, so soon~." Allisara whined a little. "Go ahead, enjoy your eternal release of pain."
Red flames burned from her fingers and forced themselves into the Druchii's body. The noble convulsed uncontrollably as the Chaos magic destroyed his very core of being. Ultimately, he fell from Allisara's grasp and turned into ash, leaving only his clothes. With him done, Allisara walked to the blonde Druchii girl and raised her up gently to her feet.
"What is your name?" Allisara asked.
"... Seras." Answered the now named Seras.
"Ah, a good name." Allisara said. "I feel that the coming future is looking bright for the both of us."
She may have just found her new Priestess for her campaign once Allisara is of age. One of the nobles stood up from his seat and looked to Malekith for answers.
"Lord Malekith, just who is this girl?" The noble inquired.
"Leaders of the Druchii," Malekith announced, gesturing to Allisara, "allow me to introduce Allisara, my daughter and heiress to this empire. Now bow before your Witch Princess.
Their shock at the revelation that Malekith has a daughter almost costed them not following the direct command from the Witch King. And so all the nobles faced Allisara, her eyes bearing untold malice and sadism that shook them to their core despite being a child. They all bowed before her, and she relished it as she it as a prelude for all to bow before her. Thus, the legend of the Allisara, daughter of Malekith, the Witch Princess, has begun.
They all looked at ruby before pyrrha needled her "already recruiting your army? Some one will be busy in the future" she said with a light smile getting giggles from the others in the room. It was obvious that this was not a sunshine and rainbows world that they were asked to see, so they were using bits to lighten the uneasiness that they were feeling with some levity. What they all knew was that they would be having trouble sleeping tonight. After the graphic torture and deaths, no it would not be an easy sleep.