I got sick over the weekend, so I just finally got back to working on this.
"Corvus, we will discuss this in my office," Goodwitch snarled as she led the pair back into Beacon.
Jaune followed behind the two as Corvus made nonexcuses for what he did. Goodwitch, however, immediately reconsidered her stance once Jaune spoke up. Thus, it required a change in scene for their negotiations. The roof was fine, but not secure from any interlopers. With those soldiers about, it was merely a tactical choice.
Reaching the main office, the group found it to be deserted. The adults didn't seem to mind this and continued to where Goodwitch's office was located. The Witch entered and immediately plopped down in her chair with Corvus standing behind her.
"Jaune, have a seat, Corvus, give me your cigarettes and flask," she demanded, reached behind her with an open hand.
Corvus didn't hand them over initially, but Goodwitch opened and closed her hands several times, showing she was serious about it.
"Corvus, this is a school," Goodwitch stated, looking turning and looking at the man. "The rules apply to adults as well as children. So, hand them over." He sighed and eventually pushed the items into her palm. She then opened a drawer and threw both in there before shutting it. "Now, I understand you have given a great deal of information to Leonhart, but-"
"Leonhardt," a voice from behind Jaune corrected the pronunciation. From there, Cassius stepped out and took his position. However, Jaune waved his hand and the shade disappeared by force.
Both Goodwitch and Corvus stared at Jaune with wide eyes, finally seeing such a ghost for what was likely the first time. Jaune merely sat there crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back into the chair. A smug look crossed his face, and he interlocked his fingers, placing them on either arm of the chair.
"What in God's name was that," Goodwitch asked, pushing her glasses back up.
"Sir Cassius, one of my legionaries, an acolyte," Jaune replied with a smile. "He wished to die and serve as one of my Einherjar. The rest of the souls he shepherded chose the same fate... Now, we were discussing the terms of an alliance, but I was curious about souls themselves. I can smell the degree to which someone's strength stands, but I don't understand much beyond that. A few of my friends exhibit this phenomenon, and so does my family."
Goodwitch reached under her desk and pulled out a file. "Everybody's soul possesses a different strength," she explained, setting the folder on the desk and sliding it towards Jaune. "From what we understand, it changes depending on your life experiences. Those who are considered weaker tend to have weaker willpower and cannot manipulate powerful magic or any magic for long. For example, a soldier is going to have a much stronger soul than an accountant. They have a much stronger will. Even among soldiers, this changes. A deserting coward will be much weaker than another who crawled through the mud with a hole in their stomach. However, anybody can adjust their soul's strength if they are faced with a scenario that requires them to fight with every ounce of their strength and go beyond that. For example, non-mages can become mages through specific circumstances. If you open the file, you will find the only known case of this."
Jaune opened the folder and found it was a dossier on General Ironwood. It had everything from his service record to his associates within. Among those were pictures from when the man was younger and now. He was about Jaune's father's age.
"General Ironwood started out his career through enlistment," Corvus said, leaning against a shelf behind him. "Real grass to brass scenario. However, back when he enlisted, after graduating from boot camp and doing a bunch of other things, he got deployed to Afghanistan. His squad encountered a pack of werewolves out there and got decimated. He was the only survivor. And by the sole survivor, he killed the werewolves with his bare hands at the cost of his arm."
Jaune turned a page to another picture, showing the younger Ironwood at a military funeral. His face was still bandaged at this point, and his arm was clearly missing at the shoulder. However, turning the page again, the General had his arm back, though gloved and keeping it hidden.
"He's using an Ahnenerbe as his arm," Jaune declared, looking back at the adults. "He's managed to keep it up all this time as well."
It's been continuously devouring his soul and has not yet killed him. I doubt he's been summoning it only to fight. These pictures show him at a ceremony.
"Yeah, the guy's not someone to fuck with," Corvus agreed. "He puts pretty much all mages before him to shame. Only a couple vampires have a chance at beating him."
"Freyja and Arthur could," Jaune said, setting the file on the table. "Arthur might not survive, but Freyja would crush him easily."
"Possibly Zarathustra as well," Goodwitch suggested with a raised eyebrow. "I doubt anybody is capable of defeating him; however, Ironwood's artefact can destroy anything it touches."
"Zarathustra?"
"We call him One, or First," Corvus explained, pulling out another file. "We don't know where the hell the guy came from, but he's out of this world. We've got records of him back before the Egyptians built the pyramids."
Jaune opened this file and was only given a few pages to work with. Most of them were pictures. The man himself was a tall, slender man with silver hair and brown eyes. The photos began somewhere in the mid-1800s, but his depictions were from far before that. One even showed him as an emperor in the Roman Empire. The few modern pictures of him showed the man standing next to Heydrich, Himmler and Hitler, or speaking to Goodwitch in a college lecture hall.
*Ta-Thump*
Jaune felt a pulse ring through his body, looking at the man for too long. The magnitude of his soul went far beyond the physical, even striking out through any media. It was looking at a beast that had lived for far too long and was on death's doorstep. Jaune's only reaction to this was near disgust. A hatred born from this aberration.
"I met him when I was studying at Oxford," Goodwitch said. "By that time, he was going by the name Ozpin. As far as I know, that's the only time any Council member's been in contact with him."
He's been assuming different identities over the years. I doubt he's been changing appearances very often.
"We don't even know what he's capable of," Corvus added on. "It's the reason why we think Ironwood's got the best shot at it. The General uses the relic, Götz von Berlichingen. Whatever he did to it made sure it can destroy whatever he punches with it. Hence, the name Deus Ex Machina. He's pretty much a god."
But he's only human...
"If he's that powerful, why didn't he try to catch me instead of sending his men," Jaune asked.
"General doesn't act on his own most of the time," Corvus explained. "The guy's a genius, master tactician, perfect soldier, and one of a kind. Perfect in everything he's ever done. Youngest four-star general in US history, but government's buried his record, and nobody knows he exists. He probably wasn't expecting you to demolish his guys or didn't want to kill you by accident."
"I see..."
Too powerful, he's afraid he'll break something if he handles it the wrong way. He acts, and everything is brought to ruin.
"However, we should return to the matter of negotiation," Goodwitch interjected. "Why do you want to ally yourself with our organisation?"
Jaune stood up and began walking around the room. "Quid pro quo," he began, gesturing towards the pair. "Corvus said he could provide me with souls in exchange for my services. However, I require information on top of souls. Freyja's attempting to complete a ritual somewhere in the Vatican City. She's got a personal army following her around, and I don't. This is why I need a network of spies to shift the balance in my direction."
It was a great deal for them. If only they knew about Jaune's other motives would they reconsider. He was but another vampire preparing for a duel with a rival to them. They would act as his spies in return for his hands. Intelligence would shift the war no matter what numbers the other side had.
"Is that all," Goodwitch asked with a quizzical expression. She assumed there was going to be a higher price for the deal. The woman looked over to Corvus, and he didn't offer much aside from a shrug. "Just to defeat a vampire?"
"Yes, you gain a powerful vampire in exchange for those two things," Jaune replied, stopping in the middle of the room. "So, tell me more about this Council. If I'm going to join your organisation, I need to know its history. And if you could put together a brief of everything you know, I will be giving it to Ruby Rose. She knows what vampires are now."
"We know," Goodwitch said, kneading her brow. "Corvus happened to be in the area. So long as she pledges to keep the information a secret, she may know everything you do."
"And I am grateful for that," Jaune replied, nodding to Corvus. "So what is the Council?"
Goodwitch took a deep breath. "The Council was founded after the Second World War to protect the secular Western democracies that survived the war or were newly founded. Our first task was to hunt everyone involved with magical studies in the Third Reich, we captured a few of them, but most were taken by the US military like their rocket scientists. They gave rise to the Mage Corps we have today. However, the Council answers to no national authority despite our founding under the United Nations, allowing us to operate in a non-partisan manner. Mages from the Americas, France, the UK, and Germany came together and chose to conceal the existence of magic from the public and ensure those who would misuse it be killed or appropriately trained. Today, we spend most of our time hunting down terrorists or Neo-Nazis preparing to commit acts of terror. Our secondary goals are to hunt rogue mages and vampires, or train magi."
"I'm assuming most of the students here are mages then," Jaune speculated.
"Yes, we host many and train them to control their power, so they do not hurt others by accident," Goodwitch continued. "There are plenty of normal humans and faunus here, but many more do not yet know their power."
"Like myself," Jaune stated confidently. "My sisters and mother share this, as well."
"We know, it's the primary reason we allowed you to enrol here," Goodwitch replied. "You would have made a decent mage had Cardin forced you to show your abilities, but instead we got a monster that's far more powerful."
"Cardin's in on this?"
"No, kid's dumb enough that he thinks he's hot shit," Corvus said with an eye roll. "Doesn't even know about his magic either, but he's got a bunch kids to throw him around because he provoked them. We usually wipe his memory after it happens, but if he gets killed, nobody's gonna care."
"I see..."
Goodwitch stood up and made her way to the door. "Now, if you follow me, there's something I need to show you in the basement."
As she left the room, Corvus quickly ducked into the drawer and grabbed his cigarettes and flask. He brought a finger up to his lips, pleading with Jaune to keep this silent.
...
They headed into the basement, looking around to make sure no one else was in the hallway. As they shut the door behind them, Jaune looked around at what appeared to be a nondescript boiler room. If Malleus brought him down here, there would be something that told him otherwise, but to anybody else, they wouldn't have noticed a thing. The janitors were likely not in on this secret either.
"How much do you know about Freyja," Goodwitch asked. "We do not have a single picture or piece of evidence for her existence. Unfortunately, the records we do have are incomplete to put it nicely."
"Didn't the SS destroy most of their records," Jaune asked in reply.
"Yeah, Himmler wasn't too keen on the Allies discovering all the grimy shit they did back in the war," Corvus explained, sitting on a nearby workbench. "There's a lot of documents left, but they're mostly prisoner identification and some intelligence stuff. Freyja and her soldiers are probably among those destroyed records, so anything you got can help us."
"She's a major," Jaune began. "The rest of her soldiers that I met are mostly officers with the exception being Maria, who's a sturmscharführer. I don't know what the rest of them want, but Freyja intends to cause the Dies Irae."
Goodwitch paused and shared a look with Corvus. The words intrigued her enough, and she clearly knew the significance of them. However, she subdued any other outward reaction to hear what Jaune had to say.
"The Day of Wrath," Goodwitch asked for clarification. "The literal end of the world that marks the Second Coming of Christ?"
"She also called it Ragnarok or the Final Battle," Jaune answered. "Whatever the ritual is, she needs me to help cause it. Freyja's not going to do anything until I'm at least equal to her or better. The rest of the soldiers might try to come along and kill me, to see if I'm worthy, so I can't sit around and do nothing."
"This got a lot more complicated," Corvus groaned, taking a generous swig from his flask. This time Malleus didn't care to complain.
"Is there any way to stop it," Goodwitch asked without emotion. The gravity of the entire situation was beginning to register in her mind.
The sense of helplessness crept upon her. Goodwitch was but a human witnessing the acts of gods with there being nothing she could do about it. Goodwitch was a pawn on the board, only capable of altering circumstances in front of her. The kings and queens had the rest of the playing field left up to them.
"Not until I kill her," Jaune replied, shaking his head. "By that time, I'll be stronger than her and anything else on the planet. I don't know if I can reverse it then. The best I can do is alter the ritual once Freyja is dead and create a different product."
"Then there's effectively no move for us to make in the meantime," Goodwitch summed up. "None of Council has the strength to kill high powered vampires. We can't use General Ironwood either because it's too much of a gamble without another mage on his level. If we lose him, it's all over."
"Are you going to tell the Council now," Jaune asked.
"No," Goodwitch denied, shaking her head. "They're going to be too afraid and act irrationally. The best we can hope for is work on solving whatever problems arise. For you, that means building strength to counter any of Freyja's soldiers that decide to act on their own accord."
"That means you get to be the newest member of the Council, kid," Corvus added on. "So, you get all the perks one of us has and access to some gear." He pushed himself off the desk and made his way to a nearby naked wall. Goodwitch stepped next to him and gestured to the wall.
"Every major city has what are known as ley line intersections," Goodwitch explained, pressing her hands against the wall. Upon doing so, the bricks fell away, and a purple swirling vortex opened. The portal was boarded by a series of loose bricks, floating in a clockwise fashion. "The Nazis dubbed any city with these as a 'Berlin.' A place with a significant amount of natural magic in the area on top of the energy given to it by their populations over the centuries. New York, Paris, Vale, Berlin itself, Moscow, Rome, and many others share this trait. However, Vale specifically was built with the high magic concentration in mind. It was almost 'artificial.' We still don't understand why Vale was chosen to be placed here, especially. However, we can use these ley lines and travel between destinations we choose as long as there is an established portal. But, if you step inside, I'll show you our headquarters."
She and Corvus walked into the portal and disappeared. Each of their bodies was encapsulated by a white shield of energy before they vanished. Jaune followed along and entered the gateway. He did not feel anything as his vision temporarily went dark before a light appeared at the end of what seemed to be a tunnel. His body quickly flew towards it before his field of view became enveloped by the blinding light.
It was not a moment later that Jaune was thrust from within the tunnel, he came out the other side, standing next to a fountain. The decoration was set in the centre of a large drive somewhere in the countryside. The property it rested on was, what appeared to be a large English estate. The building was akin to nineteenth-century architecture with three distinct wings attached to one another. The centre had two wings attached on either side, pointing in Jaune direction, creating a half-cubed shape.
Goodwitch and Corvus were waiting for him on the other side, standing next to the walkway leading up to the main entrance. Before Jaune could join them, several girls came running from somewhere in the yard shouting the woman's name.
"Ms Goodwitch," they called, causing the trio to turn in their direction.
Jaune caught sight of the group, finding he actually knew these people. It was Dew, Octavia, Gwen, and Nebula. They were still wearing their school uniforms, which mimicked the dress many others in the yard wore. Most were wearing suits or dresses, giving this place a modicum of refinement.
"We thought you were staying in Vale," Nebula asked with excitement at seeing their principal. A change in attitude from how most other students saw her. "What happened?"
They're magi...
"Nothing, only we're showing around a new Council member," Goodwitch explained, gesturing to the vampire.
The girls gave him an inquisitive glance, wondering what Jaune's deal was. He stood there in stony silence, waiting for them to comment. Each was probably attempting to use their sixth sense to gauge his strength but would find nothing.
"You're a mage," Nebula asked with a raised eyebrow. "I can't feel your aura..."
"It's because he's suppressing it, Neb," Dew mentioned, gesturing to Jaune. "You should have seen him the morning after that fight with the giant. He makes Malleus and Corvus look weak."
"Thanks for reminding us," Corvus said under his breath.
"Leonhardt is not just a mage, girls," Goodwitch interjected, causing them to grow silent. "He's a lord among vampires. The new high vampire that appeared recently."
"Really," Octavia said with a stunned expression. Her jaw hung open slightly, looking at the boy. The news was beginning to register in her mind. "Never seen one before... Goodwitch only talks about you guys."
The rest of the girls shared her understanding. News of high vampires wasn't something new to them. Likely, they knew far more than Jaune did at this point in time. Every secret governments have buried, prominent mages throughout history, and locations of great magical power were just another lesson.
"He's gonna work in special operations with me," Corvus interjected, bringing the girls up to speed. "Some other vampires in town want to have themselves a rumble. They're moving in on blondie's territory, and he's taken exception to that."
The girls groaned hearing Jaune's assignment. Each seemed to grow jealous at what appeared to be a privilege seldom few were granted.
"So, he gets to do missions," Gwen whined, gesturing to Jaune with both arms. "He hasn't even been in the Council for as long as we have!"
"No, you still need to complete your training," Goodwitch denied with a smile. "Leonhardt is the exception because he's already fought dozens of vampires. He's managed to survive an encounter with a hundred-year-old high vampire as well."
"But-"
"Aw-Aw-Aw, no 'buts,'" Goodwitch interrupted, waving her finger around. "Now, you four need to go. We're still showing him around the manor, and he's going to pick up his first assignment."
"Yes, Ms Goodwitch," they replied simultaneously. Any confidence to fight back was snuffed out, and they begrudgingly began moving along.
"See you later Jaune," Dew said as she walked off with the rest of the group.
With them gone, the trio turned back to the house and began heading for the front door.
"This is our headquarters, the Goodwitch Estate," Glynda began, gesturing to the manor. "My Great-Grandfather was one of the Council's founding members. However, for generations, my family has been defending Queen and Country from vampires, demons, and the like. During that time, we've been using my home as a school for magi when they're unable to attend Beacon and as a gathering place for Council members."
"The modern-day Van Hellsings," Jaune pointed out, looking around the estate as he followed Goodwitch.
"That is quite accurate," she agreed. "One of my ancestors worked alongside Abraham Van Hellsing to defeat Count Dracula in the 17th century. Unfortunately, Hellsing did not survive, but he passed on all of his research to his colleague. She continued his work, focusing heavily on the biological aspect of vampirism. However, we still are not sure how it is transmitted, only understanding the condition's symptoms and pathogenesis."
Count Dracula? He's real...
"Pretty obvious one is a kid who was kind of average turning into an adonis overnight," Corvus added on, taking over the speech. "Most vampires go through a second puberty where their looks are altered to be more attractive. We guessed high vampires take it a step farther, but weren't sure."
"We don't even know what the advantage of the change does for vampires," Goodwitch appended. "Many of our students also had to leave Beacon after you revealed yourself simply because your aura was too much for them to handle. Mages are quite sensitive to magic, and several students were able to unlock their abilities due to proximity."
"Really," Jaune asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes, it was quite remarkable seeing how your willpower altered the world around you," Goodwitch answered, almost giddily. "I've only seen it happen with a few mages or vampires during my lifetime. It's merely the constant expression of their desire chipping away at reality and attempting to establish something else. Among those at your level, it's only a passive force whereas myself and Corvus have to put all of our efforts into performing magic."
I see...
"Vampires are also immune to disease and poisons unless they come from an Ahnenerbe," Corvus explained, jumping to a new tangent. "Means you can't get the clap."
"Charming, Corvus," Glynda said, shaking her head in annoyance.
"Only thing that really hurts vampires is a relic or silver," Corvus continued, ignoring the woman. "Ahnenerbe attack the body and soul simultaneously. That's on top of whatever enchantment it has passively. Best way to put down vampires permanently is by using a relic because you can destroy the soul. Vampires will just regenerate if they have enough in the tank. Silver does the same thing relics do, but you won't be able to kill a vampire unless you cause enough damage."
"I see," Jaune muttered as he pondered the mechanics behind his weapon. "Then what happened when one of those soldiers hit me with his relic? It didn't even cut my skin, and I was able to break it with just my hand."
"Likely, your soul was too strong for him to wound you," Goodwitch answered. "We've seen cases like that when our operatives hunt vampires for the first time. They're not always able to would them and have to resort to more conventional means."
Goodwitch pushed open the front doors to the estate. The large wood doors creaked loudly due to their weight and age, but she moved them as if they were nothing. Inside, was a beautiful interior of a polished oak floor with red carpets strewn about and darker panelling along the walls. The centre of the room hosted a grand staircase ascending to the second level. The chandeliers' lighting gave the manor a slightly golden hue, adding to such a place's prestige. It felt like a home that had seen much use over its lifetime.
There were even more people running around than on the outside. Many were soldiers wearing their fatigues or well-dressed persons who were likely mages going on their way. Among them was an old woman, speaking to a man in his forties. The man appeared to be related to Goodwitch, given their hair colour and shared facial features.
"Oh God, it's the Queen," Goodwitch whispered in terror. "Corvus, sober up any way you can!"
"I thought you weren't beholden to any country," Jaune asked, crossing his arms and glancing over at Goodwitch.
"We aren't, but we work with the United Kingdom openly," she explained, fixing her hair subconsciously. "My family has ties to the Crown as well."
"We'd do the same with Uncle Sam, but he prefers to keep these things in house," Corvus added on. "But we don't give a shit, so we operate in the US the same way we do here."
As they spoke, the man gestured to Glynda, beckoning her to come over. The woman suddenly grew extremely nervous, hesitantly taking a step in that direction. She left Corvus and Jaune behind to discuss whatever they needed to, so she could deal with the monarch.
"Don't want her job," Corvus sighed in relief as he turned around. Jaune followed behind him as he led the boy down another hallway. "She's gotta take over after the old man kicks the bucket."
Goodwitch was expected to take over the helm of such an organisation like the Council. Anybody else in her position would have to fill their predecessor's shoes, or lives would be at stake. Likely, being the headmistress of Beacon was a low-level position to acclimate her to a leadership role.
"I understand the pressure," Jaune expressed. "I went through a similar panic when I first became a vampire."
"I know," Corvus revealed, taking a swig from his flask. "Part of the reason why I chose to recruit you. You're not gonna be a binge eater. You know how dangerous magic is."
Several more twists and turns led the pair to another room. Corvus opened it, revealing what appeared to be a large conference room. It was lit with a single chandelier and several sconces along the walls, but most of the light poured through several windows on the opposite side of the table. The table was built with many seats in mind, hosting about twenty or so chairs with one at each head.
"This is where the Council meets," Jaune assumed, walking in behind Corvus.
Likely just the leaders...
"Yeah, though most of the time, any meetings are done over teleconference," Corvus replied. "I'm not allowed in yet, but Glynda is, so that makes me the drunk uncle who teaches the kids how to fight."
"Fitting..."
"True, but also fuck you..."
On the table was a steel briefcase. Corvus walked over to the container, opening it to reveal two semi-automatic pistols. One in black and the other in white. Each had a design based on the M1911, though much larger to accommodate the handgun's cartridge. They each bore a nearly twelve-inch barrel with material to withstand pressures exerted by the cartridge. Both were far too unwieldy for a human to fire in combat. On the range or when hunting, sure. Mages or vampires would be the only people using these arms.
"Anyway, kid, Christmas came early, and we got you a present," Corvus began, pulling one of the handguns out of the briefcase. "13mm handguns designed by the eggheads downstairs. Can pretty much put down anything you point it at. Rounds use a plastic explosive to propel a silver bullet at around twenty-five hundred feet per second. Hits about as hard. I've never used one, but we got a few guys who put down some pretty serious vampires with them. Try it on for size. Put's some hair on your chest." He offered the handgun over to Jaune who took the piece.
The handgun had little to no weight in his hand. For a regular person, it was a forty-pound chunk of metal, but Jaune felt nothing. It was perfect for him. Ruby would be ecstatic to check out the gun at least. Even if she could hardly lift it.
"It's beautiful," Jaune exclaimed with an ear to ear smile. He grabbed the other handgun and held them both out, checking their sights. "I'll name them Phobos and Deimos."
Corvus looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need to leave you alone for a bit?"
"Heh," Jaune snorted, tucking both arms back into the case. He closed it and grabbed the case to bring it with him. "No, what's next?"
"Couple more things and that's it," Corvus replied, shrugging his shoulders. "There's five grand tucked under the foam as a starter. You're gonna want to but some clothes to cover up the guns—something like a long coat. Don't get anything too out of place, since we're trying to keep a low profile."
"Yeah, I get it," Jaune expressed. "Anything else I should know about these missions?"
"Malleus will give you your assignments," Corvus explained, grabbing another piece from a nearby drawer. "You get paid a nice sum for every job, which will be put in the 'Jaune Arc rainy day fund.' Accounts are yours to do whatever you want with, and they're tax-free. Officially, you're going to be working as a private detective, so it's gonna look legit." He handed Jaune an angular metallic full face mask painted black. "Wear this whenever you're on the job. Has a built-in respirator in case of toxins in the air. Also..." Corvus reached into his pockets to pull out a key. "Council members are each given an apartment in their city. This one's a penthouse, so check it out after you're done with your girlfriend."
"Thanks..."
"We'll contact you whenever you're needed, so get used to the new digs."
[Unknown Location]
A man entered a small chamber before quickly shutting the door behind him. This alerted the person inhabiting the room, stirring him from a gentle slumber. The other man quickly made his way to him, his shoes clicking loudly against the stone floors, creating an echo with every step. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light coming through the small windows, focusing on the old man before him.
"Your Holiness," the Priest opened, kneeling before the man with a hand over his heart. His German accent was rich but refined. "What do you request of me? Your humble servant is prepared to perform God's will without question..."
"Please, rise, my son," the man beckoned, gesturing to a nearby chair. "Sit."
"Yes..."
"We have received news of another high vampire," the Pope explained. "In, Vale. Vampires are gathering in numbers we have not seen since the last Crusade. We shall destroy them before the high vampire, Leonhardt is allowed to devour them. Another vampire of his ilk, Freyja, and her people have revealed themselves as well, declaring their blasphemous intentions! This demonic taint must be purged..."
"I see..."
"I'm sorry to ask such things of you, but this must be done if we are to rid this world of such monsters," the Pope continued, rising to his feet. "God shall grant his forgiveness for our sins. We are his sword—the tool to smite all those who reject his love. So, go to Vale. Root out these creatures and destroy them."
"It shall be my pleasure, your Holiness," the man replied once more before turning and leaving the room.
Best part about being a vampire, you can't get the clap.
Also, Goodwitch is basically the Integra of this world. I always imagined she would be English (without an accent), so I think it fits. If she has to deal with Qrow all day long, I think she would be constantly angry and bitter.
Encyclopedia of MAJMLYAI.
Vampires:
Jaune
Aliases: Leonhardt, Julius Caesar, Lord-Commander of the Black Round Table, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown
Familiar/Ahnenerbe: Crocea Mors, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown
People Consumed: 228
Nazis Killed: 1
Major Arcana: The Emperor
Cassius
Aliases: Cassius,
Maria
Aliases:
Familiar/Ahnenerbe: Machecoul
Major Arcana:
Freyja
Aliases: Mephistopheles, Helena, Freyja
Familiar/Ahnenerbe:
Major Arcana: Tower
Arthur
Aliases: Arthur Pendragon
Familiars: Excalibur
Major Arcana:
Zarathustra
Aliases: Ozpin
Familiars:
Major Arcana:
Other:
Brynhildr Valkyrie
Aliases:
Familiar/Ahnenerbe: Musphelheimr Laevetinn
Major Arcana: Temperance
General Ironwood
Aliases: Deus Ex Machina
Familiar/Ahnenerbe:
Major Arcana:
Qrow
Aliases: Corvus
Familiar/Ahnenerbe:
Glynda Goodwitch
Aliases: Malleus Maleficarum
Familiar/Ahnenerbe:
Winter Schnee
Aliases: Sonnenkind
Familiar/Ahnenerbe:
Major Arcana:
Methuselah, Pierre
(He ded.)
Friends/Allies:
Ruby
Aliases: Element Unknown
Yang
Aliases: Element Unknown
Pyrrha
Aliases: Element Unknown
Weiss
Aliases: Sonnenkind, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown, Element Unknown
Familiar/Ahnenerbe:
Major Arcana:
Blake
Aliases: Element Unknown
Concepts:
Ahnenerbe/Familiar/Holy Relic: Form of magic where objects are given a will of their own from the feelings put into them. They can be found, created, or summoned by those powerful enough to bend the world with their willpower. Those who use them, have their souls bound together with the object. They demand fuel through souls. It does not matter the source.
High Vampires: Vampires which have a greater connection to magical forces, which allows them easier usage of relics. All but twelve were wiped out by the forces of the SS in WW2. Further mechanics behind their power is unknown.
Mage: Someone able to bend the world through magic. Typical spell caster.
The Council: Organisation dedicated to safeguarding the world from magical threats. It has recently focused its attention to combatting terrorism, but its original goal still stands.