The Ruinverse Chapter 102- Death in the Family, a rwby fanfic

The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.

From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.

The Ruinverse: Chapter One Hundred and Two, Death in the Family.

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-Remnant, Soltas, Atlas, Schnee Estate, Master Study-

Zizzzz.

Zizzzz!

Flash!

Zizzz-BAM!

"Damn lights." muttered a disgruntled voice from within the blue wallpapered room as the chandelier's light blue lights began to flicker on and off every few seconds, minus the bulb on the right hand side finally blowing a fuse, as the room's lighting became even more….depressing.

For the room, once home to numerous bookshelves, portraits, framed pictures, a glass coffee table, armchairs and awards of the utmost importance…was now an empty disheveled study with only a tattered light blue rug, a shattered gray clock, an upside down black couch, a tall gray metallic lamp with three deep dents around its frame, and a wooden table with numerous paper stacks, each one reaching towards the dark brown ceiling, and several discarded objects on the sides, including a broken rectangular picture frame, a small broken gray lamp and a pen holder, remaining to even indicate that this was once a place of business management.

Yet, as the camera zoomed away from the wooden floor and towards the back of the room, the slightly crooked portrait of…a much younger man rested near the back wall, cobwebs beginning to form around the edges, as a figure sat on a nearby black metal office chair in deep contemplation.

The figure, a tall fair skinned man with short black slicked-back hair sporting whitish gray hair near the bottom of the scalp, a large thick mustache, blue eyes, wearing a pure white double-breasted blazer with a red handkerchief in the breast pocket, a light blue dress shirt, a light blue vest, a white clip-on tie, a white snowflake-like leaf emblem on the tie, a silver-colored ring on his right hand, white dress pants and white dress shoes with a white snowflake-like leaf emblem on the soles, grumbled to themselves as the lights continued to flicker on and off, making him very agitated in the process.

This was Jacques Gelé, or known to the public, Jacques Schnee, CEO of the SDC, head of the Schnee and Gelé families and one of the most powerful members of both Atlas' elite and the Dust trade enterprise.

He had everything, lien, power, 'respect' and connections all across the planet…..yet he wasn't happy at all.

His life, his perfect life, was on the edge of ruin.

"Damn it. Damn it. DAMN IT!" he yelled while smacking the papers to the ground with his left arm in frustration, the large stacks crashing down and covered the floor with unpaid bills, newspapers and search warrants. "First the faunus right bills, then the mining inspectors, then the tax fraud lawsuits, then having those ungrateful Atlas grunts confiscating EVERYTHING I own for lawsuit payments, THEN having ALL my documents leaked to the public and having BOTH the White Fang and the council breathing down my neck, and then…and THEN!"

POW!

The wooden table shook a little as the older man snarled with rage, his eyes filled with pure flaming aggression akin to a bonfire, as he continually punched the wooden surface with his right fist.

POW!

"ALL OF MY PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS DIE! AND FOR WHAT!? A SIMPLE RECONNAISSANCE JOB WORTH MILLIONS OF LIEN!" he roared in rage while his fist started to turn red from the agonizing pain, even though the rage was blocking his pain sensors. "THEY KEEP COSTING ME LIEN! AND NOW I'M HALF AS WEALTHY THANKS TO THEM DEPLETING THE GELE FAMILY FORTUNE TO BANKRUPTCY!"

POW!

"THEY ARE ALL WORTHLESS!" he screamed with fury before his fist collided with the table once more, breaking it a little as blood dripped from his exposed knuckles.

CRUNCH!

Splinters of wood entered his bleeding knuckles as the man shook with rage, feeling as if all his plans and accomplishments were being stripped away and replaced with worthlessness and stress, two things he hated with all his heart.

Yet as he felt his blood boil and heard the soft Solitas breeze outside his disheveled study, his mind began to wander, recalling the source of his anguish and 'bad luck' that plagued him up to this moment.

His wife, Willow Schnee.

"Damn her, damn her to Grimmdom! She is the reason for my woes!" he growled while removing his fist from the now dented table. "Ever since day one, she's been acting out of line! Overturning all my documents to the board, forging Pro Faunus documentation without my knowledge, giving the miners new and 'safer' technology and health insurance! I mean, why give the animals health insurance!? We aren't a veterinarian service, we are a Dust MINING service!"

Woooosh.

"Mmmmm. Still, I can't prove she did all of that. Ever since the founder died she's been cold to me, and it has gotten worse with Whitley's birth. I could chop it off to hormones but….I can't take my chances. She's going to ruin me within the month and I need to know why." he muttered to himself while pacing around the room, blood dripping down his hand and onto his sleeve, as his frustration and anger boiled within his heart. "I MUST get Willow to provide tangible proof of her illegal escapades. But how!? I tried everything, cameras, stolen Atlasian Knights, those damned private investigators, but nothing worked!"

Clank.

"Just what should I do to finally get even with her?" Jacques muttered out loud as he turned to face the window, the small flurry of snow falling from the sky above. "I can't just get more lien hungry investigators, they just wind up dead in a Mantleian alleyway a week later and I'm not losing my company over that dead end."

Woooosh.

"I need to find a way to make Willow guilty in the eyes of the public." he muttered before noticing a small red light flashing near the glass, making him turn as he saw a small black camera hidden near the base of the chandelier's base. "Oh, so that's how you did it. Heh, how clever of you my dear wife."

Clank.

CRIT!

Metal scrapped against hardened wood as Jacques pushed his office table towards the underside of the light fixture, his eyes filled with sly deviousness.

"Once I get that camera, I will take its memory drive and get the evidence I need for Willow's arrest." he smirked while stepping on the table and tried to reach the chandelier, only to realize he was still too short as he jumped up and down in annoyance. "Curse my short stature!"

Creak!

"Just! Grab! The! Blasted!" He yelled before grabbing the sides of the chandelier with both hands. "AH HA!"

CLANK!

CRASH!

"WOAH!" he cried out as the chair fell on its side, leaving him hanging from the ceiling in the process. "Oh dear. This…This isn't my day is it?"

CRACK!

The man quickly looked up as he saw the fixture's base getting loose from its foundation, small cracks forming near the sides as an iron chain revealed itself from the slowly exposed wide hole. "...oh no-"

CRASH!

BAM!

WOOOSH!

"Ow…." Jacques groaned while underneath the chandelier, a long chain link wrapped around his face as the plaster debris covered him like sand on a beach. "Nigh…night…ugh…."

(A few hours later)

-Willow's Room-

BAM!

KALANK!

The door slammed inwards, banging against the nearby wall as Jacques stormed into the room, a camera in his left hand, as he narrowed his eyes towards the nightstand.

"Willow!"

"What?" spoke a tall fair skinned woman with long white hair in a low ponytail going over her left shoulder and sporting a bun in the back, slate-blue eyes, a E cup chest and wide ass, wearing a white cravat secured by a ruby encrusted silver brooch, a light purple jacket with light sleeves, a wide silver belt around her waist, a light purple pencil skirt, black tights and white slippers, while she sat near the nightstand, allowing a white comb in her right hand to return from her left side to the table's flat surface, the mirror obscured from the CEO's sights due to poor lighting.

"I have found evidence of your guilt!" he frowned while pointing to the camera. "Now come clean about everything or I will send you to court!"

Her eyes stared at the right side of her mirror, taking notice of the smaller camera before resuming her hair brushing. "Did you check the camera's chip before barging into my room?"

"I…um…." Jacques said with slight hesitation, not wanting his wife to realize he came straight here after his five hour 'nap' on the floor, without looking at the camera's contents at all.

"I take that as a no." she said with a cold dissatisfied tone. "So if you don't have anything important, I'm in the middle of sprucing myself up."

"Wait. For what?"

"A public event. A Mantle charity event for the prosthetic community." she said while Jacques' eyes widened in shock. "I'm going to give the event a donation of fifty thousand lien, which will go into the development of prosthetics and research into more advanced surgical treatment options."

"WHAT!? Fifty thousand!? Are you MAD!?"

"If it's for the betterment of Mantle, it's not mad, just humane." Willow said with a frown. "Something you don't have."

"Cancel the appearance, NOW!" he growled while losing all sense of restrain, seeing all of the Schnee fortune falling between his fingertips.

"Not a chance. It's for the goodwill of all Remnant's people." she said while noticing the man's angered expression. "It's a show of the SDC's goodwill."

"THE SDC BELONGS TO ME, NOT YOU!" Jacques snapped with rage, throwing the camera on the ground as it shattered into tiny pieces.

"The 'Schnee' Dust Company belongs to the Schnees, which I am and you're not, Gele." Willow said, unfazed by the man's outburst. "It has been this way since my father's day."

"He is DEAD! His ideas and him are DEAD! We need to stop treating the workers like people and just use them to increase the Dust protection line!" Jacques yelled in anger. "We can NOT allow such things like 'safety' and 'kindness' to ruin the SDC's hold on the Dust trade! We are the last line of defense against the Grimm, we give the people power, and we make Atlas the most technological Kingdom on the planet! Having Nicholas' ideals worked in the past, but this is the future! We need to be ruthless, heartless, uncaring in a world that is out to KILL US! If we just hand out free Dust and employment to the masses, then the SDC will fall! Do you want that Willow!?"

She rolled her eyes while continuing to brush her hair, infuriating the former heir of the Gele fortune in the process. "All of that goes against the will."

"Screw the will! This is my company and I will not let you, a mad woman still grieving a dead man, to ruin MY LEGACY!"

"You mean our children's legacy?" she said with a mocking tone. "They are the reason you married me after all."

"My children will never have the company as long as you fill their heads with nonsense!" he growled while walking towards the woman, his right hand raised and poised to strike. "Kindness and goodwill are nothing in MY vision of the future! You, a fucked up toxic heiress, are nothing but a means to an end, one that needs to be placed BACK in her cage!"

Willow, unflinching or annoyed, placed the brush on the table before turning to face the rage fueled man, her eyes locking on to him in the process. "..."

'She's defying me even with my hand raised!? How DARE HER! HOW DARE HER!' he thought, his rage overtaking everything as he moved his open palm towards the woman's face. 'HOW DARE-'

KAPOW!

CRUNCH!

Yet…all of that rage suddenly faded away along with his consciousness as the screen went black, the only thing he saw before embracing the void was a single fist, a splatter of red…and a pair of glowing blue eyes.

(A few hours later)

SLAP!

"AH! What who….AH! My face!" Jacques cried out in pain as he tried to rub the now bloodied nose, yet…found himself unable to at all. "Ugh! What the!?"

Clank!

As he looked down towards his arms, he noticed that his wrists, waist, and legs were tied tightly against a metal chair by long metal wire laced with yellow crystal shards.

"What the!? Who-"

"Finally wake?" asked…a familiar voice from the shadows as the CEO realized that he wasn't in his wife's room, but inside an abandoned Snow Shoe Shipping warehouse. "Don't bother struggling, that wire is coated in Electric Dust, one false move and you will be fried like a bug."

"...no, that….that can't be." he muttered in disbelief as he tried to look for the source of the familiar voice. "It can't be you!"

"Oh but it is." the voice chuckled while the sound of footsteps echoed across the derelict building, a silhouette forming on the ground as Jacques felt his blood turn cold from fear. "Although, I'm not the same person that let you take my treasure and throw it into the dumpster like literal trash."

Clank.

As the footsteps moved closer to the nervous CEO, the shadow began to rise up his legs like a snake, moving towards his face as the figure revealed themselves to be…

"Hello, Jacques." Willow said with a smirk as her tone and mannerisms seemed…off, her tone deeper and more masculine than before.

"Oh….it's just you Willow." the man said with a heavy sigh of relief, his past anger vanishing as he felt a little safer at the moment. "And here I thought it was someone else. Never mind that, let me out of this chair and I'll let you go to the event, this once. Ok? Ok, now let me-"

"Willow isn't here." she said while sneering at him. "She hasn't been here for a long time."

"...are you mad, woman!? You literally ARE Willow Schnee! Quit the act and get me out of this chair right now!"

SLAP!

"AH!" He gasped in pain as 'Willow' slapped him, causing his bloodied nose to bleed out again as he felt unbearable pain in his nose.

"This is no act. She isn't here." she said while narrowing her eyes, which glowed with blue 'flames'. "She hasn't BEEN here for a long time, not since the day her father passed on. Oh wait, he didn't pass on."

"Ah…you sick freak! This Nicholas act has gone far enough!" Jacques groaned in pain, his arms trying to undo the wire restraints with little success. "I admit the voice is spot on. A real clown act. But we all know that your father died in his sleep! You aren't Nicholas Schnee!"

The woman shook her head before cupping her right hand under the man's chin and chuckled. "Clown act? Rich coming from you, I mean you ARE the one afraid of clowns, not me."

The CEO's spine stiffened in shock as he stared at his wife in disbelief. "...h….how….? How do you know that!? HOW!?"

"You told me, at a party while plastered."

"B-But you weren't there! You were at home! I saw you at the window before the party!" he yelled in denial, trying to comprehend how on Remnant would his wife know about his coulrophobia.

For no one, not even his own family knew about his crippling fear of the clown. No one….no one but…..

"Honk honk." 'Willow' said while grabbing Jacques' nose with her left hand, 'playfully' pulling it from side to side as the man screamed in pain. "Got your nose."

"AH! Y-You!? B-But how!?" he cried out as the white haired woman put his nose outwards, letting blood drip onto his pants as she moved back a little. "How did you-"

"I'm special." She said while chuckling at the man's misery. "Well, I was special in life. The founder of a great company, an inspiration to all my workers, an honest man in a world of pain. What's not special about all of that? But unlike most of my family, I went to a combat school and wandered the wilderness to find my fortune and after all of that, it's obvious that I unlocked my aura."

"Ah…ah…ah…" the CEO panted in pain as 'Willow' continued to 'monologue'.

"Once that happened I gained the family semblance…well, I should've but I got something else instead. A little power called Vimelea." she said with a sigh. "Not great in battle nor an interesting gift like everyone else, I mean I couldn't summon monsters or anything like that, but it has a power that I only unlocked after my death."

Clank.

Jacques felt a cold chill run down his spine again as 'Willow' loomed over his bound form, her eyes wide and manic.

"I can possess someone else's body and use it as my own." she said with a smirk before instantly frowning. "However I can't do it with just anyone. I have to take over those with the Schnee bloodline. Thus I took over my daughter's body."

"Ah…ah…she must've been desperate to let you into her body." the man said with heavy pants of pain, hoping to get the man to 'break' like he did in the past. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time you fucked up."

"She would've and had allowed me to possess her." 'Willow' said as her eyes narrowed at the shorter man. "She is my daughter and she would help me in any way, shape or form if I was stuck between life and death. But enough of that higher moral ground crap, I know you don't care about the company or my daughter, just the value of the lien. You, Jacques Gelé, used me to gain my wealth, hard earned from my own sweat and hardships, and use it to fill your own parasitic pockets. The only mistake was letting you run the company on my deathbed."

"Now see-"

CRUNCH!

"AAAAAHHH!" the man screamed as 'Willow' squeezed his broken nose with her left hand, causing more blood to splatter on the floor and his clothes.

"I'm not done talking!" she growled with anger. "Ahem, anyway. I knew you were a bad choice, both as a business partner and a son-in-law, but I foolishly believed you could do great things for the Schnee legacy. But right after I possessed my daughter and allowed you a single chance at proving me wrong…you proved my suspicions right. In your first year alone you decided to replace my loyal miners with crooked men and women with a background in faunus lynching! You made a worker go insane from BRANDING HIM ON THE EYE! And then you attempted to fight with my eldest granddaughter, all because she stood against the idea of NOT coming to her recital!"

"AAAAAHHH!"

"You nearly punched her eye out! YOU NEARLY KILLED HER IN FRONT OF HER SISTER!" she growled while pulling the nose even harder. "IF IT WASN'T FOR ME, SHE WOULD'VE DIED!"

CRUNCH!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Jacques screamed in agony as 'Willow' released his nose, the blood oozing onto her slippers as she turned around and faced the nearby wall.

"So I decided that you were a terrible human being, no, a terrible excuse of a mass of cellular life. And right after I gave Winter and Weiss some therapy and a hospital visit, I began to retake the company from your hands." she said while crossing her arms behind her back. "Overturning your orders, leaking sensitive documentation to the military, fixing the mess you started. All of this for the sake of MY company, my legacy to the world that you would tarnish for the rest of your life."

"You…ah…"

"Narcissism and greed fueled your vision of the SDC, my vision is one where everyone is happy and content." she said before turning a little to her left, her eyes glancing at the CEO's bloodied face. "And I will do anything to keep that vision alive, even at the cost of your reputation, which was nothing even before my involvement."

"Ah…so…the investigators…" he groaned as something 'clicked' in his mind, something that made his heart stop with abject terror.

"I had little choice in the matter." 'Willow' said while shaking her head. "They kept blackmailing me, bugging my personal things and getting too close to the truth. I don't feel bad for killing dirty investigators, I feel bad I had to kill anyone in the first place. But you made me this way Jacques."

"M…Me?"

"Yes, if you had just thought of people instead of your pockets, you wouldn't be here at all."

"Bull. I…I can see what's going on." He said while coughing a little. "You are mad…the Nicholas Schnee I knew wouldn't stoop low enough to actually kill. Even I'm not stupid enough to get my hands dirty like that. And as for the vision I had? I'm trying to make the SDC better. Yes risk and bad pay isn't great but this isn't a utopia, this is real life and real life makes businesses and breaks them. Mark my words Nicholas, if I didn't make my employers suffer then they would grow restless and lazy. My tactics will keep the SDC alive and well for the next thirty years!"

"...even now you don't see it." 'Willow' said with a cold tone of disappointment. "You had your chance and you blew it. Fear tactics will make the company nothing more than a conglomerate of discrimination and distrust, not a successful beacon of hope. As for my current state of mind, I am not mad, I am just a man that wants to bring the SDC into a more…proper path."

"Like what? Killing more people that don't see eye to eye?"

"Nothing like that." She said while turning around to face the CEO. "I'm just going to fix the last mistake I made."

"And that would…be?" he asked while feeling a little nervous as 'Willow's' lips began to form an unnatural smirk.

"Don't play coy Jacques. The mistake I made on my deathbed was you." she cackled as the bound man's eyes widened in horror, realizing at last what she had meant.

"W-Wait! D-Don't be so rash!" he stuttered in fear, trying desperately to escape his blinds, only to get shocked from the wire. "AH! W-We can-AAH! M-Make a d-AAAH-eal! Yes, a deal-AAAH!"

"Sorry." she said coldly as she placed both her hands over his neck and began squeezing tightly. "I'm not making another deal with you, not now, not ever!"

"GAAAAHHH!" he gasped in pain as his face started to turn blue. "W-Wait! I-I will go into exile! I can-GAH!"

"I told you, I'm not interested."

SQUISIII!

SQUSIII!

CRUNCH!

"G..a…Gaa….ga…" Jacques gasped in pain as his windpipe began to tighten, his brain losing valuable oxygen along with his lungs as 'Willow' moved towards his left ear and whispered, her tone filled with gleeful malice.

"Don't worry about the children, I will take good care of all of them. After all…Vimelea works just fine with them."

His eyes widened before-

SQRUNCH!

His neck was snapped, his eyes rolling back into his sockets as his head fell limp against his left shoulder.

Moving away from the body, her hands caked in blood as her eyes stared at the black line around the Gele's neck with a satisfied smirk.

"One less problem for me and my company." She said before taking a deep breath and began pushing the chair towards the back door. "Now, time to get rid of you, and I have the perfect resting place for you."

(Three hours later)

-Somewhere in the Solitas Mountain Range-

WOOOSH!

SCRUNCH!

"Ugh. He really needs to lay off the pork roast." 'Willow' muttered as she wore a thick white snow jacket and snow pants, her black boots trudging against the thick snow banks as she dragged the now lifeless and frost covered corpse of Jacques Schnee across the snow, his blue skin greatly preserved from the cold tundra environment. "Or should have in this case."

SCRUNCH!

As she moved across a tall snow bank, the woman noticed a pack of Sabyrs in the distance, their icy coats growing bigger with each passing second of arctic cold winds against their skins.

"This is the spot." 'Willow' chuckled as she placed the body on the ground and gave a mock salute. "Here lies Jacques Gelé, he lived like he died, fat and dead weight to all."

Kick!

Woooosh!

The woman sighed in relief as the body of 'her' former 'husband' rolled down the hill like a bowling ball, gaining more speed and accumulating snow as it moved towards the Grimm. "Ironic, you help feed the 'animals' you so belittle in life. Always calling the 'Grimm spawned'...those poor faunus. I better start getting more reforms done once I return to Atlas."

WOOOOSH!

"Although I don't have to do it right now. After all, I have all the time in the world to keep my company alive, forever." she said with a smirk as the screen faded to black, the sound of a large crash and the sound of pissed off Sabyrs echoing in the background.

"RRRRRIIIAAAOO!"

"RRRROOOAAARRR!?"

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Name/Designation Title: Jacques Gelé/Jacques Schnee (Death in the Family Jacques Schnee- DFJSRWBY)

Age: 30~40's

Affiliation: Normal Evil (Very loosely and is classified as this due to the hidden schemes of the true Mega Evil being, Nicholas Schnee)

Dimension: - 2000091299- 01 DFJSRWBY

Abilities: Extremely low strength, speed, endurance and stamina, non existent aura pool (never unlocked his aura), high business tactics and skills (limited only to bad decisions and fear mongering), high SDC knowledge and influence (to a point), high manipulation skills and knowledge (to a point), Atlasian economic skills and knowledge, extreme apathy.

Semblance(s): None (never unlocked it)

Bio: In this timeline, when the founder of the Schnee Dust Company, Nicholas Schnee, passed away and gave his entire company to Jacques Gelé, life seemed to go on similar to all other timelines in the RWBYverse and Ruinverse. Yet, once he gained the role of CEO and saw his three children grow up...something 'off' occurred that made him question everything. This came in the form of Willow Schnee, who began to act colder to him and less inclined to 'listen' to anything he said, deviating from his own plans and overturning every business opportunities he tried to enact, from signing pro Faunus documents for better treatment to, in his mind, 'leaking' classified documentation of his ill treatment to his staff and miners to the Atlasian public, making his life a 'living hell'. Fearing that he will soon lose everything to his wife and wanting to figure out why her personality changed so drastically, Jacques began to hire private investigators to monitor the Schnee and discover the source of his wife's 'madness'...yet every one of them mysteriously vanished after a week before turning up dead in the slums of Mantle, leaving him with more questions than answers to this 'problem'. Nearing the breaking point and the end of the Gelé fortune in his mad pursuit for knowledge, Jacques confronted his wife and demanded why her personality changed to a more 'toxic' one, even blurting out the fact he married her for power and never cared for her at all to get a reaction from her, all for the sake of being spiteful to him...yet this didn't even faze her at all. Enraged by her defiance, Jacques attempted to slap 'sense' into her, only to be knocked out by a fist to the face and tied to a chair with electric Dust lined wire by his significant other...and told a shocking truth once the man came to. Nicholas Schnee never truly died for unlike the rest of his family, who have the genetic semblance known as Glyphs, he had a previously undiscovered mutate semblance since his birth called Vimelea, which allowed him to 'reincarnate' into another person's body upon death and override their minds in the process...but he can only process those with his bloodline. Utilizing this semblance upon his own death, he had used his own daughter's body as a way to deal with his son-in-law, for he KNEW of his bad business plans and the harm he could do to the SDC's legacy, that HE created, for the sake of self interest and greed, thus he was unwilling to let him or anyone else ruin his family name and actively ruined Jacques' life and plans as retribution. The former Gelé, hearing that he was going to be killed to preserve the SDC's honor, attempted to beg for his life, even attempting to go into exile forever...yet Nicholas didn't care and strangled him to death before burying his body in a Grimm infested portion of the Solitas mountain range, his secret now secured and hidden at last. Over the next twenty years afterwards, the founder of the SDC would use Willow's body to properly raise his three 'grandchildren' as the best of Atlas, making each one a 'proper' Schnee before he hijacked their bodies one by one when they came of age, preventing the SDC from failing into bankruptcy, or as he puts it, to 'keep his company alive, forever'. Yet, despite the fact that with Nicholas' favorable treatment of his staff and better management with the Dust trade, along with the fact this timeline is a very peaceful one despite it existing in the Ruinverse itself, the world still has a bleak future as without the individuality of the next generation of Schnees, the drive of the three Schnee siblings or, with begrudging acknowledgment, the ill treatment of the faunus by Jacques' greed, the world slowly becomes one of stubborn refusal of the future and pride of it's 'always right' founder, unable to develop as a civilization as tensions simmer under the peace and soon, the simple act of death in the Schnee family will spiral outwards into a ruinous path of war and chaos. Sometimes the best intentions are paved with terrible actions...right nIcOlAs?