FRIENDS!

Tonight, on this most auspicious of evenings, I present to you the first appearance of Rubedo. This fellow traveler to accompany our Citrinitas.

This chapter is more quickly paced than the previous ones. It also leads us into a big event. I have taken liberty to not write another 15,000 word chapter like Morgendammerung, so I'm splitting it up into three parts. The second piece will be about 8,000 words and the third will be similar in size.

This is when shit gets crazy.

If you have any questions, please wait till you get to the lower AN. I will have some splainin' down there.

However, everything in this chapter has a purpose being here. I've left tidbits of information that you might find gives stuff away.

[Pyrrha: Beacon Academy]

Pyrrha was a woman on a mission.

She stormed through the halls of the administrative wing, looking for Ms Goodwitch's office. The complaint's from the secretaries wholly ignored as the Champion moved right past them. Not even the questioning looks from the other faculty were enough to stop the woman. Everything was just another obstacle in her way. She didn't care what anybody thought of her.

Immediately after what happened with Jaune, Pyrrha decided enough was enough. She had allowed this to go on for far too long in the hopes Cardin would leave her friend alone. One of her best friends was being tortured repeatedly for some unknown slight with no end that could be foreseen.

What had the boy ever done to warrant this?!

So Pyrrha was on her way to demand something be done about Cardin. Jaune was undoubtedly not the only person who had a target on their back, and the Champion knew this well. Targeting faunus students, and messing with just about everyone else who didn't meet some sort of arbitrary standard was another one of his many pleasures. The worst part was that every one of those kids was too afraid to stand up for themselves, and she would be doing everyone a service by taking care of matters they couldn't handle on their own.

Finding the door leading to her desire, Pyrrha didn't even knock as she pushed open the wooden hatch. The occupant inside merely looked towards the disturbance with a deadpan expression. Like Pyrrha was some minor nuisance that just interrupted her morning coffee.

"Ms Nik-"

"Ms Goodwitch," Pyrrha growled, interrupting the woman. Without missing a beat, the Redhead shut the door behind her. "Did you know Jaune was jumped by Cardin and his friends?! Inside the school when he was all alone! I left him by himself for not even two minutes, and they were already beating him up in a bathroom! Then they destroyed his locker if that wasn't enough!"

Pyrrha was seething with anger now. She hated herself for leaving the boy by himself when she knew Cardin was bullying him. Everyone had failed Jaune by not taking this bullying as seriously as they should have. The teachers and his friends were just as culpable for Cardin's crimes as they stood by and did nothing when they had every opportunity to do something.

"Ms Nik-"

"What has the school done to protect him," Pyrrha cut off the woman once more. "Everyone knows what Cardin's been doing for the last two years! Not once has he even been suspended for beating up a student. He's dumped food on Jaune's head in the middle of the cafeteria, and nothing happened. Jaune was forced to clean it up!" She took a step towards the older woman. "Do you even realise how depressed he's been these last few weeks?! How much worse Cardin is making it for him after Jaune was humiliated by the girl he loved?! If nothing is going to be done about Cardin, then I will-"

"Ms Nikos," Goodwitch interrupted, taking off her glasses, and staring down the girl.

Her voice was filled with a certain gravitas that made the girl clam up in response. It was calm, yet domineering in a way that would make anybody fearful of her. Her expression radiated this same intimidating air about the woman. If she spoke, then anybody without an equally strong will would bend to her's.

The woman leaned forwards, placing both her arms on the table and interlocking her fingers. Goodwitch's piercing green eyes continued beaming down on the Redhead without mercy. They squinted just enough to project this feeling of thinly veiled anger even further to intimidate Pyrrha.

"The situation is being handled as we speak," she explained in the same calm demeanour. "Now if you are done, then I would run along to your next class..."

That's bullshit!

"But-"

"What did I just say," Goodwitch interrupted, switching over to a more intimidating tone of voice. "Do not try my patience. I can understand your anger; however, the situation will be dealt with accordingly. Do, we have an understanding?!"

"Y-Yes, ma'am..."

[Unknown Location]

The gentle tempo of the strings grew slowly with every passing moment—this orchestra in perfect synchronisation with the movements of the crowd. The guests gathered in the centre to pay witness to the leaders of this waltz. The pair dancing to Strauss' Emperor Waltz.

They stood in the centre of a massive basilica. The floors lined with an expanse of golden marble where no seems could be found between the panels of stone. Above, the stars were visible through massive panes of glass, allowing moonlight to shine through and light their way.

Within this room, no darkness could be found. Not even the shadows from the dancers gathered here.

"We meet once again, Leonhardt," the girl in front of Jaune said. Her beautiful voice calling forth every fibre of his being. She grabbed the skirt of her dress, partly kneeling into a curtsy.

The woman was almost a foot shorter than him, forcing the boy to look down directly at her. Jaune unable to visualise her face as it was obscured by a shimmering white miasma. Yet, she was beautiful. Not with a soul to compare to. Jaune knew this to be so.

She was garbed in a white ballroom dress crafted from the most beautiful fabrics known to man. A halter neck gown crafted from lace and tulle. The former making up the top, exposing some skin through the cloth yet covering her breasts enough to avoid indecency. With the skirt, the tulle hung from waist here the two met. Several layers were attached above a plain white cloth, ending in a swirl of frills.

Without a word, Jaune returned her gesture with a bow. Speaking a word did not come to mind. The girl seemed to know where he was moving to next. She immediately approached, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other in his right. Jaune merely closed the embrace by resting his hand upon her lower back.

From there, the two moved slowly about the ballroom. The strings growing alongside the brass until the two sets achieved the height of their tempo. A shift to the right, spinning with each other in their hands. The slight dim of the orchestra's pace signalled a change in the direction of their twirl.

Then came the abrupt pause of the instruments, allowing Jaune to extend his arm fully with the girl in hand. She spun away from him, catching herself on the Vampire's hand as she reached the length of her own. The Ghost held her palm in his before Jaune snapped it back, pulling her towards him and into his embrace once more.

She let out a light giggle at the move, finding comfort in the arms of the man before her. In contrast, Jaune was simply a man wet behind the ears standing before a beautiful woman for what felt like the first time. His body throbbed with anxiety, forcing him to simply go through the motions.

Whatever he felt was right as they danced together.

[Jaune: The Next Morning]

Walking through the halls of Beacon, Jaune headed towards his locker. He carried nothing on him as everything was lost the prior morning. The boy holding no illusions as to the state of his school supplies, expecting to find the container empty. Or for everything to have been thrown back inside in a damaged condition.

Before him, the hallways were parted down the centre. Everyone had stood aside to allow him to pass through without interference. Their gaze occasionally turned towards the Blonde before quickly glancing away lest they be caught.

Taking in a deep breath, Jaune listened in to some of the conversations taking place around him. Everyone spoke in hushed tones, trying to not let themselves be heard. However, none knew how easy it was for the vampire walking around among them.

"Did you guys hear about the fight yesterday?"

"I heard Arc scared off Cardin!"

"Jeez, dude must have gotten tired of his shit... Takes some balls to fight back like that."

As expected, Jaune once again caused a ruckus. Luckily, none of his friends had come up to the boy yet to check on him. Ruby was the only one he had seen today, and not a word was spoken about the others. Aside from the angry texts he was sent, Jaune hadn't been in any contact with them.

And Jaune didn't care.

He was once more biding his time for tonight's grand event. His focus, everything about Jaune Arc was funnelled into the Hunt. Like the night he forged Crocea Mors, this desire burned brightly inside of him. It made his hand throb in anticipation. The gentle burn from Crocea Mors was no longer that, but a hot branding iron pressed against his skin. That same feeling when the Ghost had held his hand.

Every second felt like it would last an eternity now. The boy had no desire to rush time along now, savouring every moment. He lived those moments now joyfully and without regret for what was to come. After all, everything was for his friend.

"Leon..."

The sound of the Ghost's beautiful voice echoed within his head. It made Jaune's heart race with just the chance of hearing it spoken to him once more.

The thought filling a void left inside the Vampire.

Within these last few days, this feeling of dissatisfaction had quickly risen. Some bottomless pit forming within his chest. Deep enough to swallow the world whole. Jaune only beginning to truly feel this hole's presence. He did not have words to describe it in detail - just this feeling of hollowness that now took over his body.

None of his efforts brought any sense of relief to this feeling of emptiness. Despite all the pain and torment, the Vampire had realised he didn't feel any different from the night he fought Pasty. His emotions were almost frozen in a way. Only now finally entering this state.

When he thought about the Ghost, his body lit up in small bursts. Feelings he didn't understand appeared and disappeared within an instant, leaving him back at this hollow disposition. He almost had to chase the thought of her to feel these things once more.

In his mind's eye, he could see both himself and this Ghost dancing in the centre of a ballroom. Their waltz the sight of envy among the other participants standing on the sidelines. A never-ending cycle of beauty repeating that very same moment time and time again.

The feeling of her hand on his once more as they circled the grand stage. Even if her face was obscured at this moment, he knew it would be revealed to him someday.

Oh, did Jaune wish for that moment. He relished it - body, mind, and soul. If tonight would bring her back once more, then a battle would only suffice.

Finally arriving at his locker, Jaune stared at the metal box for several seconds. There was a part of him that did not want to look inside for fear of what he would find. However, Jaune forced himself to put in the combination, allowing him to open the locker. As he pulled it open, the boy inspected the contents within.

Everything was here.

It was just as Jaune had left it yesterday morning. Nothing was broken or even out of place. The torn notebooks were no longer such. No tape or other adhesive was used to put them back together. The calculator was reassembled back into its original condition. It was as if the locker had never been disturbed.

Strange...

He was sure these supplies were all his. Each had his handwriting on them. Jaune's bag neatly tucked into one of the lower compartments. There was nothing to indicate anything had been replaced. Such a thing would have been impossible to pull off.

[Weiss]

The girl was wandering the halls, waiting for Ruby to arrive. The one or two texts Weiss was sent detailed how the Redhead was doing at the present moment. Her usually bubbly friend was back to normal now. Only after a day of this intense despondency she suffered from.

It made the Heiress' heart ache, knowing Ruby had seen such a horrific murder. Yang had described some of it to her friends, and they were justifiably speechless at the barbarism. The knowledge that whole groups of people were butchered in a single place was the most startling part. Just how they managed to not attract the attention of any bystanders boggled the mind.

Hopefully, they close the school...

As much as Weiss didn't want anything interrupting the school year more than it already had, she felt it was justified. Those explosions in downtown Vale were one thing. Massive gas explosions according to the news and police. But with those murders happening alongside them, it was probably for the better that school was at least suspended for a week or two.

No students had been caught up in either of those events, but Weiss felt it was just a matter of time. The massacre Ruby had found was not the first one either. Yesterday, there was one, two days before that a similar one, and four days ago another. The first of the four was not as barbaric as the last two. Those men killed with a blade of some kind, dealing single wounds. Not sliced apart as Yang described.

If one massacre took place every single night, then Weiss suspected there would be a fifth tonight. The thought of it made her sick to her stomach. She really hoped her prediction would not come to fruition.

A person backing into her brought the girl out of her thoughts. Weiss looked up, ready to give the uncouth man or woman a lecture about watching where they were going when she saw the reason for this move. When she saw Jaune walking down the hall.

Everybody parted for his approach, standing aside like he was a king riding through the onlooking mass. Their speech dimming to the point it was barely audible. All stared at the boy like he was some sort of aberration.

As he walked among the crowd, Jaune did not pay attention to anything and everything. The boy's expression was one of purpose and unwavering resolve. Every footstep that touched the ground caused it to wake in his pass. He didn't even seem to be here among the other students. His mind and soul resting in some far off world where his motive lie.

Despite those bruises and cuts on his face, he still held a joyous smile on his lips.

*Ta-Thump*

Weiss felt her heartbeat within her ears. It heralded a pain that rippled throughout her entire body, beginning from within her heart and tearing outwards. This sudden outcry from her nerves raced through the girl at blinding speeds, shocking Weiss like it had been a lightning bolt. It made the girl's body feel so weak, yet invigorated to the point where her heart beat a million times per second.

What... is this?

Weiss limped away from the crowds and around a corner. There she slumped down against a wall, resting her back against it. A hand came up to her chest, grasping at the flesh with white-knuckles. Pacing her breath did not seem to stop this sensation. This most horrible of feelings.

Her entire soul felt like it was being ripped away from her body. That was the only way she could describe what was happening.

Without any more thought, Weiss climbed to her feet and moved as fast as she could away from here. The painful sensation following her along the way.

[The Library]

Coming to the library, Weiss found the table where her friends were sitting. All here minus one from their group. The obvious one who couldn't bear to be around her. Not that she wanted him here anyway.

She didn't need the stress along with this pain. It still burned gently on her nerves but had since dulled. The impression on her mind, however, made her fearful of it returning. A stimulus-response reaction already created. Even the thought of that pain made the girl sweat.

Without a word, Weiss pulled back a chair, dropping herself into it and slamming her head against the table. The force of her cranium hitting the wooden surface shook everything resting atop of it. Whatever conversation her friends were having ceased with this intrusion. Each stared at her like they had just seen a ghost. They only exchanged worried glances, pondering what they should do.

"Are you okay, Weiss," Ruby asked with worry in her voice. A hand on her shoulder made the Heiress tense up.

I'm not okay, Ruby! Can't you see that!

Weiss was about to make an angry reply but stopped herself. With a breath, her mind calmed enough to clear itself. She knew Ruby was only trying to check up on her and didn't need it to be thrown back in her face. They were friends and friends made sure they were doing okay.

"I think I'm having a migraine," Weiss explained, speaking into the table. "My whole body hurts..."

Only after seeing Jaune...

She heard Yang and Pyrrha get up, surrounding the girl on both sides.

"Do you want to go to the nurse," Yang asked, kneeling down to Weiss' level. "We can carry you if you want?"

"Yeah, I've had migraines before, Weiss," Blake added on, closing her book and setting it on the table. "You really should go lay down..."

Weiss didn't think she wanted either of those things. Where she was felt perfect. A nice comfortable chair and cold desk to rest her head on was everything she needed right now. The girl didn't think she could stand from here if she had to. Her entire body felt like glass.

"No, thank you," Weiss replied, folding her arms on the table to block out the light. "I'm fine here... I think I'll just to rest for a second..."

"Okay... if you say so," Yang said, heading back to her chair. Pyrrha following as well.

As the group settled down once more, Weiss decided to just listen in and not say anything. Nora, Pyrrha, and some of her other friends scooted closer to conceal their conversation. Anybody outside their group would not have heard anything over their harsh whisper.

"You're telling me Goodwitch isn't going to do anything," Ren exclaimed with anger perforating his voice.

"I didn't say that," Pyrrha replied with a similar tone, gesturing with both of her hands to project her emotions. "She said it was going to be dealt with accordingly."

Just sweeping it under the rug...

A concept Weiss knew very well.

"Ah, come on," Nora barked. "That's teacher speak for, 'Oh, we're not going to do anything!'" She balled up her fists and looked towards her friends with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could make. "Please, let me break his legs!"

Weiss almost feared for Cardin's safety now. As much as he hated the boy for hurting Jaune, nobody deserved that fate. The Valkyrie's strength was the stuff of legend. There was no doubting that she could snap the bully's leg like a piece of balsa wood.

"Did you guys see Cardin, yet," Yang asked the group. "I think somebody's already done the job."

Weiss poked her head up as she heard this. All of her friends shuffled closer to the railing they sat next to. Below them were Cardin and his friends sitting at a table. The boys telling jokes and genuinely being a nuisance to those who were trying to study.

Although Cardin's mood was subdued this morning. He did not behave in the same childish manner the brute always did. Cardin was trying not to be noticed by anyone or attempting to bother any passersby.

Searching for the reason why, Weiss found a series of bandages and ice packs all over his right arm. Examining the limb further, she could tell the hand was badly hurt. The tissue was swollen up to three times its own size halfway up his arm. His knuckles were even worse as they were almost black in colour from the bruising.

"Jaune, did that," Ruby asked with disbelief. Her jaw had fallen open as she pointed towards the boy's broken arm. "He told me Cardin hit him! Not the other way around!"

Jaune's face would tell you otherwise...

"I think Jaune got some licks in," Yang noted, cupping her chin. "But he's not a fighter... I mean rumours are already going around Jaune did something that got Cardin running scared."

[Ruby]

The girls plus one Ren had gathered tightly in Port's classroom. Their attention focused solely on Jaune calmly sitting away from them. The teacher's words ignored without care for punishment. Not a peep from the group was heard as they watched Jaune with bated breath.

Jaune was acting weird now. That's all Ruby could describe it as. For someone who was beaten up yesterday, he did not show the usual shame or fear one would have. It was like the bully's words hit their mark but merely slid off him a few minutes later.

The scariest part was the boy's smile. This smile was not one of happiness but an almost predatory one in place of it. Weiss had said something about him being almost too happy, and she was right. For someone acting so down a few days ago, this rebounded mood was unsettling. Like nothing that happened mattered anymore to him.

Jaune was currently sitting up, propping his head upon his right fist. His expression was still this everpresent grin moulded by the hand touching the cheek. The boy's cobalt eyes stared straight forward, and through Mr Port, like he wasn't even there. Jaune was sitting here with the students, but nobody was home right now. He had drifted off somewhere.

[Jaune: Vale]

The boy stared up at the full moon hanging above him. The sound of wind whipping about him filled his ears. His hoodie and jeans flapped against him with this forceful rush of air sent from the ocean. The sounds and smells of the city carried along with it.

"Tonight is a beautiful night," Jaune said, continuing to stare into the black abyss. A smile on his lips, exposing the Vampire's fangs. "Nothing could be more perfect..."

Compared to this, nothing could ever hope to rival. As with the Ghost, it simply wasn't possible. No man under the sun could ever hope to conjure a more ideal picture, even with the aid of magic. Especially for the purposes of tonight's grand event. The first of the climaxes in this magnificent play.

Jaune inhaled sharply, taking in a deep breath of the coastal air. The smell of salt and fish present on the wind. However, there was one more stench hanging about as its own distinct miasma. The scent of freshly spilt blood in the air. This ichor running freely through the streets of Vale as water during a storm.

He turned slightly, pointing his face in the direction of the wind. A cluster of buildings a mile away was the source of tonight's massacre. The smile on Jaune's lips stretched even further, going ear to ear. His perch creaking under the weight of the boy crouching on it. This lampost, the nest of this mighty eagle.

Jaune pushed off slightly, shifting forms to a more suitable figure for this journey. The swarm of vampire bats travelled at blinding speeds just over the canopy of the concrete jungle below. Upon reaching it, he dropped out of the sky and crashed into the ground with a solid thud. The asphalt daring to crumble beneath his feet.

This alley was like the one Ruby described. It ran red with the gore. The sight of bodies and blood was only an afterthought to the Vampire. He spared not an ounce of pity towards these people. Mere human debris caught in the wake of some bigger beast. Nothing they could do would ever hope to prepare them for what they faced.

His purpose was a far grander concept than their fate.

Jaune knelt down on one knee, taking the image in. There were men, women, and children among this pile of wet meat. Their bodies sliced apart in the same manner as the previous murders. Twenty or so corpses, in total. Deciding to inspect the wounds further, Jaune picked up what had once been the centre of a thigh.

The wounds were perfectly straight — no rough edges from a saw or axe of any kind. From the depression of the flesh, it looked as though something wrapped around the bodies before slicing them apart. Nothing like a pair of shears. No this was a wire of some kind.

A garrote wire, more accurately.

I understand...

Jaune dropped the thigh into the blood below. It splashed in the puddle, causing a minor ripple to form in the pool. The reflection from the moon became distorted to the point where its shape could not be discerned.

Whoever did this, left the blood for me...

The Vampire dipped a single finger into the gore. It immediately began funnelling into the limb, overtaking his entire hand. The bodies, continuing to add to the pool soon had their flow diverted to the beast taking a drink from it. This oasis in the middle of the jungle was the source of fuel for tonight's act.

The serial killer leaving these bodies around could not have been a mere coincidence. When these killings started almost four days ago, Jaune had crafted Crocea Mors for the first time. Only the night after, did this killer first appear. Their true purpose was unknown, yet, they and Leonhardt were tied together it seemed.

As the final drops of blood entered Jaune's body, he could feel a surge of energy begin racing through him. It simply made the boy feel stronger. Like he could go toe to toe with anything standing in his way. A rush of adrenaline spilling out into his bloodstream, dulling his nerve endings and granting him the ability to perform feats a normal human could not.

This raw power was far more than what he had experienced before. Frankly, Jaune was curious to see what a more powerful source would provide. Would it make him pass out? Would it cause him to accidentally unleash something beyond his control? Even with all of these predictions, there was no way to reliably divine the future.

The sudden emergence of a large explosion over Vale turned Jaune's attention from the bodies. He could see the fireball reach up and over the rooves of the buildings surrounding him. The heat radiating outwards from this blast would have been felt by everyone within a mile. The orchestra beginning their climb to the prestissimo.

Well-well-well...

Jaune cocked his head slightly, smiling at the new stimulus provided to him. He wasted no time, leaping up in the air and transforming into a swarm of bats. The mass quickly turned and bolted in the direction of the explosion, tearing its way across the sky.

He came to the street where the flame erupted from, finding the entire area scorched. The heat from the blast had almost melted the asphalt and concrete into a molten paste. Even the ground was on fire. Cars, people, and the buildings themselves were not left untouched. The black husks of the corpses were frozen place - converted into carbon statues.

"PLEASE," a young girl screamed out in pain.

Jaune turned to see her laying on the ground. Half of her body was burned too badly to be considered flesh anymore. The charring so significant, even moving the girl would prove fatal. Putting her down at this point would be a mercy.

The Vampire could not move to provide it as what seemed to be a wire cut across her neck, severing the head completely. The skull fell from the girl's shoulders and landed on the ground. An expression of anguish frozen on her face.

From behind, another wire was coming straight at his body. The steel string tearing through the molten asphalt as it was dragged along the surface. Jaune jumped away, easily dodging this first attack. He landed almost ten feet away, beginning to scan the area for his opponent.

He could not find the source of this attack. Whoever they were, they had managed to hide themselves completely. Not even their scent could be discerned from the background.

Jaune heard another set of wires directed towards him. The faint whistle from them passing through the air gave it away. Even the speed of this attack was nothing to him. It could not compare to what Pasty was capable of.

He turned his body to the side, stepping past the first without effort. Three more were cast in his direction, mimicking the opening attack. Their formation as a single row told the boy what he needed to do — Jaune dove through the gap they created between them, sliding to a stop on the other side.

Suddenly, a dozen wires crept out from within the darkness. A stream of tentacles only a few molecules thin, wildly whipping their limbs to snag any who came close. Their blue-grey hue allowed Jaune to follow them back to the source. A shadowed crevice seemingly where the fireball had emerged.

With a silent command from their master, every wire lunged for Jaune at once. From all directions, they surged forth at blinding speeds. The Vampire did not move from his position, however. He stared at the attack without fear.

As the wires were about to reach him, Jaune moved at speeds no human could track. He grabbed every single cable and allowed them to entangle his hands. Each of his fingers was bound tightly by these wires wrapping around them. Without notice, Jaune immediately clenched his fists to trap whoever the caster was.

Jaune's expression transformed into a smug grin as he yanked back on the wires to draw his opponent out from their hiding place. Whoever was attached, was immediately pulled into the light and within twenty feet of the boy. The sheer force which he pulled with was enough to force the killer to fight back to maintain their balance.

To Jaune's surprise, the killer was nothing more than a girl. She was a foot or two shorter than him, nearly Weiss or Ruby's height. However, there was no way for Jaune to get a correct identification on her. The woman's skin and clothes were cloaked in this blackened miasma that reduced her appearance to a mere silhouette. The only other discernable feature of her's was a ponytail and her lithe figure.

As the girl settled into a proper stance, the fire in her blood seemed to return. She pulled back on the wires, forcing Jaune to put effort into staying upright himself. The two now locked in a dangerous game of tug of war. Their fates now connected by mere strings.

Jaune was elated with the situation proposed to him. This was his chance to make the Ghost appear through his will alone. And he would not disappoint.

Now, if you are wondering about the sudden change in mood from Jaune, it has something to do with the Ghost. I won't go into further detail about it. He may have wanted to get revenge for Ruby, but this Ghost has also influenced Jaune's actions.

Also, do realised, that Jaune had taken the blood of twenty more people tonight. That is double what he's taken spread over several days. If you have seen how powerful he is before, imagine what he's going to be like now.

Everything else can be learned if you have questions by PMing me or leaving a review. I might not give everything up, but I will clarify things.

Encyclopedia of MAJMLYAI.

Vampires:

Jaune

Aliases: Leonhardt, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown

Familiars: Crocea Mors, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown

People Consumed: 30

Major Arcana: Unknown Element

Pasty

Aliases: Element Unknown

Friends/Allies:

Ruby

Aliases: Element Unknown

Yang

Aliases: Element Unknown

Pyrrha

Aliases: Element Unknown

Weiss

Aliases: Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown

Blake

Aliases: Element Unknown