Chapter 20 – Death of a Dynasty
Jacques
His house of cards was crumbling right before his eyes…
Jacques stared at the light holographic map of Atlas, and the entire city was glowing red from Grimm Signatures. Massive hordes of Grimm were pouring out from the jaws of the Monstra Whales that surrounded the city outskirts, endlessly spewing the black tar from their mouths. The Grimm were flooding into the city, killing and destroying everything in their path. He had turned off the automated voice, alerting him of breaches of security because it was constant at this point.
"All forces, begin defence of Atlas!" Jacques commanded, but nobody responded. "How many Acolytes of Lien forces are left?"
Nothing yet again.
He paced back and forth, pushing his hands through his aged white hair, then he turned and changed to someone else. The Acolytes of Lien were no more. If any were left, they would soon be completely massacred by the Oncoming Shadow. "Whitley? Whitley, where are you?" He yelled.
Also nothing…
"I know you've lost the Deimos, but you still have one more life! What is your position?" He tried again.
Still nothing.
His eyes went blank, realising he was alone with all this falling upon him. He couldn't take the fear any longer and he rushed to his computer, typing into the systems. He brought up a screen in a nearby hangar with his personal shuttle inside. He ran his unlock codes as fast as he could so he could escape.
… then it all went black and a deep thrum pulsed through the entire building. The Holographic Map in the centre of his office disappeared, and he watched as all the lights in Atlas shut offline after the major Power Stations were instantly obliterated by the lightning of a Tempest attacking.
The only light left in the entire room was that of his terminal, running on the emergency generator which was only powering the Manor now.
He had no means of escape at all…
He closed his eyes with acceptance and bowed his head, standing up from his terminal and approaching the chessboard on the coffee table in the middle of the room, picking up a piece. The King Chess Piece was in his hand. He exhaled through his nose and dropped it onto the floor.
"It's over…" He finally admitted his defeat and walked towards the main table once more, picking up his bottle of whiskey and his tumbler. The Grimm laid siege to his Kingdom as he poured more into it.
He turned to the cameras which were still online, and saw that in one of the feeds, Weiss was walking through the now dark halls, using Myrtenaster's Fire Dust to act as a torch. He stayed calm amid his defeat and sat down in his chair, switching off his terminal and just waiting in the darkness for his daughter to find her.
No point in running…
… nowhere to run.
Weiss
She already felt strange coming back to this place. It always brought her terrible memories… but actually walking through here now?
It made it all come rushing back, all too painfully.
As she walked through the halls of her old home, she stopped and her eyes widened at who she saw stood before her. But of course, she knew it wasn't him… just one of the few fond memories she had left. She saw Klein, the kind Butler who was more of a father to her than Jacques ever was. It felt like an entire lifetime ago… a time before she ever knew about Vir Nominis Umbra, or the Knights of Grimm… or that Atlas would be falling in seven years' time…
"Hot coffee, Miss Schnee?" He held the tray out towards her, and she glanced at the door of her father's office. But she wanted to embrace the kind memory of him. "I always find he keeps his study dreadfully cold."
Weiss looked down and gasped, seeing the ghostly hands of her past self reaching out and accepting the mug from him. She stepped aside and saw the girl that she once was… it was like she was looking at a stranger. Before she and Neptune had gotten together… before she lost her Mother… Klein… Winter… and Nep…
… sometimes it was hard for her to accept that this was the same person.
"Thank you Klein." The memory of Weiss sweetly said. He ruffled his moustache and smiled.
"You know what I think?" Weiss glanced at him. He raised the tray in front of his face and lowered it, switching personalities like he always did, his eyes turning red. "I think it's because of all his hot air!" He chortled. Even his accent would change, too. It was always enough to make Weiss giggle, especially when she was a tiny thing.
"Klein!" The Memory of Weiss gasped, giggling.
Klein chuckled, then sneezed abruptly. "Apologies, madam! Oh! Ah-Ah-CHOO!" He exuberantly sneezed again, changing into another personality. That one made Weiss laugh even more, warming her heart and putting that beautiful smile on her face. He ruffled his moustache and smiled, changing once again. "Ah… there's my happy little snowflake."
"Thank you Klein…" The past Weiss smiled brightly, then she faded away, with Weiss stood where she once stood. Her hair cut shorter, covered in cuts, bruises and dust from battle. She sighed, closing her eyes and letting the tears stream down.
After wiping the tears away, she opened the door and found the room different. She had fully expected to find Jacques in here, but this was not even the Office anymore. It was just a storage room now. She scoffed, shaking her head. "Must have changed where his office was…"
"The place has changed a lot since you were last here." The voice of Jacques made her jump, and she spun around, but there was no hologram this time. There was nothing at all. Then she realised he even had an intercom system installed. She looked up into the corner of the room to see the camera watching her. "I'm waiting for you, Weiss. My Office is on the top floor, in the old Observation Room. I had it repurposed… I suspect we have much to talk about." Jacques said to her.
Weiss stared at it and sighed, shaking her head. But as she was about to leave, she saw yet another memory form before her eyes. She saw her old self peeking through the crack in the door. "I'm not talking about the good of my company. I'm talking about the good of Atlas! Our entire Kingdom!" The old voice of Jacques yelled.
Back then… she never imagined he would have done the things he had done since.
"That is a load of garbage and you know it!" Ironwood's voice argued. Weiss stood there and saw him sat in the chair. She even saw how the Office used to look in there so clearly, with Jacques sat by that damned chessboard. To think those two were once friends… and now Ironwood was dead, murdered by Jacques in that bombing.
Seeing him again… after all this time?
Weiss couldn't help but wonder how things could have been different if they had Ironwood. But even then, would he have even been an ally? The man was always prone to… overreaction.
Vir Nominis Umbra would have probably found a way to manipulate him.
"I beg your pardon?" Jacques bit back.
"Jacques… please just hear me out?" Ironwood echoed.
Jacques slammed his tumbler down onto the table. "You have been a trusted friend and ally to this family, James… but what you're suggesting is absurd." He snarled, hitting the arm of his chair.
"You are blowing it out of proportion…" Ironwood defended.
"THE COUNCIL WILL NEVER AGREE TO IT!" Jacques roared.
"You forget, I hold two seats on the Council." Ironwood reminded.
"Your dust embargo has already cost me millions! I can assure you I have not forgotten!" Jacques argued.
"So it is about you?"
Jacques sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as the door closed behind the inquisitive Weiss Schnee. The sound made her jolt, and she stood with politely. The two looked at her, Jacques' eyes narrowing into a scowl. "Miss Schnee? My apologies. I should have been gone by now."
"It… it's okay." She assured, nervously. Ironwood turned to Jacques.
"We shall continue this at another time."
"Indeed… Klein can show you out."
"Don't worry, I know the way." Ironwood walked away from the Head of the S.D.C. He approached the door and opened it, looking back at him. "Until next time, Jacques."
Jacques just glared at him, whilst Ironwood turned to Weiss. "Please know that you're always welcome at Atlas Academy, Miss Schnee. We'll be back in session before you know it." Ironwood departed, leaving her alone with her father.
"Did you forget your manners whilst you were away?" The memory ended on those words, but Weiss could always remember the conversations she had with him. It was always the same, him criticising every little flaw she had, and always using her beautiful singing talent to get his way. She was always just a tool for him, another tool for him to win.
Ironic… that now she was here to be the tool of his defeat.
Weiss left the old office behind and walked back into the main hall, and approached the stairs she always used to walk up and down, feeling nothing but isolation and depression every day. It was only when she moved to Vale and met Ruby that she finally experienced genuine joy away from this place.
She walked past the statues and followed the halls, walking past Whitley's bedroom, seeing his ghostly figure skipping down the halls. But she just ignored her memories until she walked and stopped…
… by her old bedroom.
She opened the door and found it was exactly the same as when she left. The bed shoved aside and the large open space where she had been practicing her summoning. The window had been repaired since that day, but everything else was the same. She stood by the bed, seeing the box where she always kept Myrtenaster.
It was filled with dust now, just like her bed.
But she always remembered how this was when and where Jacques took away her Heirdom. Weiss sat down on her bed, feeling the soft duvet with her hand, and she sighed, turning to the window. Red lightning and dark clouds filled with Grimm, and the thick black smoke of a burning city.
That was all she saw now.
She stood tall, and in a single blink she saw for a brief moment the old view. Blue skies, a stunning city and airships cruising back and forth. It was always such a stunning view… but now it was gold with flames and destruction.
Atlas' time was over.
Weiss closed her eyes and walked away, closing the door of her bedroom behind her, and she walked down the hall. She approached the door at the centre of the connecting halls to the Observatory. She approached and reached out to the door, and gripped onto it. It took her a few moments to open the door.
Inside, Jacques was just waiting for her, staring at the door.
She exhaled, then opened it… and saw him.
Not a hologram…
Not a voice on an intercom…
… it was him… in person.
"Hello, Weiss… it's been a long time since you've been back home." Jacques said, taking a sip from his tumbler of whiskey. Weiss stared at him and looked around at his new office. It was a strange feeling. She had been preparing herself to kill her father the whole time they were coming to Atlas, and even when walking through her home. But now that she was standing before him? She felt like a little girl again, despite everything she's been through… the trauma of her past continued to eat away at her.
But that didn't dissuade her…
She looked at the shelves, seeing the faded pictures of Willow and Winter, faced away.
"Can't even bring yourself to look at them, can you? What? Feeling some guilt over the things you've done?" Weiss questioned. He lowered his glass and set it down on the table.
"They chose their side… I don't agree with where they stood, but at the end of the day, they made their choice. Just as you have." Jacques explained, Weiss scoffed, shaking her head.
"Still not taking responsibility for the things you've done, huh?" Weiss hissed.
"Responsibility? Oh I accept responsibility, Weiss… for a lot of things. But I don't regret a thing… as I told you, I nearly accomplished my goal. Vir Nominis Umbra just beat me to the punch." Jacques explained.
Weiss shook her head. "Controlling him? How did you ever think that was possible? Umbra is more powerful than anyone can even comprehend. If Ozpin couldn't fully comprehend him, then what could you do?"
"When I learned the Arkhoni found a way to control the Grimm… I believed we could use their same tactics, but refine it. More safeguards… maybe even go beyond just the Grimm and even control their masters." He admitted, standing up from his chair and walking to the large window behind him, staring at the destruction of Atlas.
He sighed. "And now we face the same fate that they once did."
"It's not over, father… not yet. We can still stop him." Weiss explained.
"No, you can't. He cannot be controlled or destroyed. He is a force of nature." Jacques explained.
"If we can get the Relics to the Embered Grove, then we have a chance to end this once and for all. And I know that you have securities in place to keep the Vault locked down… you have them here, don't you?" Weiss questioned.
Jacques chuckled. "You always were the brightest of my children."
"Father… I'm begging you. Give me the access key or whatever it is that we need to open it. If Umbra gets his hands on that Relic… we may not stand a chance against him." She begged. He did not turn around as Weiss stood behind him.
Should I just… kill him?
Why am I staying my hand? After everything he's done… to me and the world and the Faunus?
He deserves it… why can't I just do it?
Or is he even worth killing?
What would be the point? He knows he can't escape Atlas now…
What do I do?
"I thought you came here to kill me." Jacques assumed, Weiss stared at him and she closed her eyes, breathing in.
"We are fighting something more important than you… and this isn't the time for revenge. No matter how much you deserve it. I need to know how to open that Vault." Weiss explained.
Yes… if I kill him now, we could never get inside that Vault and get the Relic.
Jacques walked away from his table, and he pulled out his chair, sitting down. Weiss stood before him, her hand still placed atop the hilt of Myrtenaster. "You're correct – the Vault requires an Access Key for it to open, and I have the only one." Jacques revealed.
"Give it to me, Father…"
"And why would I do that?" He questioned.
"Look around you, father. Your little empire you built? On top of all that blood and suffering? It's over. And your grand plan to control Umbra, the Knights of Grimm, the Grimm themselves and the Faunus? Ended at the hands of those you subjugated." Weiss explained, walking around him and his table.
"Not yet." He retorted. She scoffed.
"Still arrogant even now? Atlas is on fire, Umbra is here, and he is going to destroy everything. If he gets all the Relics, the level of annihilation will be beyond anything we can possibly imagine. History and the Future will be erased… it will exterminate our entire existence. Nobody will remember your reign… nobody will remember the Schnee Dust Company. Nobody will remember anything… because there will be nobody and nothing left at all." Weiss explained.
"And what if you do win? What will I have left then?" Jacques questioned. Weiss slammed her fist down against the table and stared directly into his eyes.
"You will face the punishment for your actions, judged by the people who hurt. The Faunus? Humanity? You hurt both… and both will decide your fate." Weiss explained. "If you survive the Oncoming Shadow, that is."
"You don't want the pleasure?" Jacques questioned, and Weiss just smiled.
"No… father. I am tired of the killing… I've killed so many people these past few years. The Grimm? The Demons and Umbra? That I can deal with… but I have killed so many people as well… and I am tired… of it all." Weiss explained, and he saw the pain and tears in her big blue eyes.
Jacques reached over to his bottle of whiskey and held it in his hands, staring at it, and he poured some more into his tumbler, then pulled another one out and filled it, pushing it over to Weiss.
She glanced at the Whiskey and then at him as he picked his up and raised it. She indulged him and picked hers up, raising it. They clinked the glasses together. "Well… I guess I raise this to you, Weiss. In a way, I am proud of you – you have stuck to what you believed in to the end. You've had to make hard decisions and do things you never wanted to, but you did all of it for what you believed in. I guess… that's all a father can ask from their daughter."
That stung to Weiss.
You have no right to talk like that… I tried to give you everything, but it was never enough…
Jacques drank from his tumbler and so did Weiss, but she coughed and jolted at the sudden strong taste of the alcohol. Jacques chuckled at her reaction. "Gods…" She groaned.
"Well, it's an acquired taste." Jacques said, setting his glass down on his table again. Weiss set hers down as well, but her glare never faded.
"I need that Access Key, Father." Weiss reminded, he exhaled and looked up at her, then chuckled.
"Well… you should know me well enough by now that I never give things away for free." Jacques said, and that made her audibly scoff.
"Do you seriously think you are in any position to negotiate right now?" Weiss questioned.
"That's why you're here, isn't it? You don't have the stomach to kill me yourself." Jacques stated, Weiss continued to stare down at him, then she slowly drew Myrtenaster from her belt.
"I don't want to… but I will if you leave me no choice. Like you said… I've learned to make hard decisions… if I have to." Weiss reminded, he looked at the blade and smirked, leaning across the table.
"Now… I didn't outlive Willow, Ironwood, Donavan and Merlot… to die like some Faunus… with no resistance." Jacques snarled, and Weiss twitched her grip when she heard him once again mention Faunus in such a derogatory way, like they're animals.
"Vir Nominis Umbra has Atlas surrounded with a never ending army of Grimm. No matter how this ends, Atlas will fall and your chances of survival are slim." Weiss explained.
"I have an airship docked in Hangar Bay D-76. I'd rather take my chances."
"You won't make it, not in that storm."
"Well, the Schnees never back down from a challenge until they fall, right? So why should I just give up now? Just give you my final card?" Jacques questioned.
"Well, you could finally have a bright light on your Dynasty… or you can be remembered as the monster and the coward who failed to do the good deed… or forgotten completely… there is that." She reminded. "If you don't give it to me, he will use it and get all the Relics and make all of this meaningless. Everyone dies… including me, the last child you have left."
He just scoffed at her.
"Who knows, maybe this could be the one honourable thing you can do? A last attempt to make things up to me? Every neglect… every manipulation… every single rage? Every insult and bruise? You could save the Schnee Name." Weiss explained. He took another sip from his whiskey and lowered the tumbler.
"To hell with the Schnees." He replied. "My wife was nothing more than an unfaithful drunkard, my eldest was a fool who joined the military and my son was just… a chip off the old block. And you?" He pointed at her. "Nothing more than a girl trying to live up to the legacy of a long dead name. Now get out of here, leave me alone."
"No, my family's not gonna die, because some old prick has too much hate and pride to do the right thing?" Weiss replied, not even hurt by his words anymore.
He stared at her with anger in his eyes and slammed his tumbler down on the table so hard it smashed, cutting his hand, but in his anger, he hadn't even noticed. "THEN KILL ME!" He yelled at her, and she still didn't flinch. "But the Schnee Dust Company is here because this old prick had the balls to do what needed doing!"
Weiss pointed the tip of her blade at her father's throat, pushing him back in his chair. She stared down at him, and he stared back at her. "You really going to make me do this, Father?"
He looked at the blade, and she saw the sweat bead from his skin. He was afraid, and she knew that he was a coward through and through. Feeling the cold tip of her sword against his throat like that was enough to frighten him of the dark void that was death. He closed his eyes and trembled, then turned to his desk and pointed to one of the drawers. "It's in there… the golden device." He answered. Weiss swiftly lowered Myrtenaster and opened the drawer, revealing that he wasn't lying at all, and she picked it up and walked away without looking back at him.
He rubbed his throat, then stared at her, reaching under his table.
As Weiss walked away, she heard him speak up once more. "You have learned a lot in the past seven years, my dear… and yet you still never found your manners, did you?"
She heard the click and gasped, swiftly spinning around and deflecting the gunshot. He had a gun under his table the whole time and before he could fire again, Weiss launched off a glyph towards him. He ran aside from her path, and she stabbed straight through the chair, and as she ripped her sword from the chair, he ran as fast as he could from her.
"Damn it!" Weiss yelled, chasing after him.
She pushed the door open and turned down the hall where she saw him stood there, firing at her. She took cover round the wall, as bullets broke the wall apart by her head. "Give it up, Father! There's nowhere left to run!" She yelled, then she heard the incoming sound of Shriekers inbound. "Ah… shit…"
Not long after, she heard and felt massive explosions from where they had made their impact, destroying part of the manor nearby. She sprinted after her father down the hallway, narrowly missing as a Shrieker smashed through the enormous windows and flew directly into his office, exploding and setting the place on fire.
Behind her, his office quickly burned down. The old photographs of his family melting away in the heat, his Whiskey Bottle breaking and his terminal burning up in the flames. Weiss looked forward once again, running as fast as she could, but as she passed her bedroom, another Shrieker hit. The explosion blew her door off and caused the wall to crumble apart. Weiss smacked against the wall from the shock wave of the explosion and groaned, and through the raging flames and smoke she saw her bedroom burning up.
Her bed, her desk, the windows broken once more, and only now she heard the haunting screams from the city. Weiss couldn't let the burning memories consume her and she turned the corner to the stairs where she saw Jacques trying to get down the stairs, only for yet another Shrieker to crash through the roof and explode, destroying the stairs and splashing fire everywhere. His eyes widened, and he turned to see Weiss sprinting after him.
She blasted down towards him and only narrowly missed stabbing him with her sword. He shot back at her, but her aura protected her from the bullet as he ran up the stairs. He continued to run from her, making his way to a ladder that made it to the roof. Weiss looked up, and she saw the hole in the roof that the Shrieker made.
Vir Nominis Umbra… he's stopping Jacques from leaving…
… he's cutting off loose ends…
She could leave, but she could not risk letting Jacques get away.
Not this time.
She formed multiple glyphs, and she shot upwards, bouncing off them all and using them to propel herself through the hole and onto the roof. On there was an Acolytes of Lien Gunship left behind, with the dead pilot on the floor, ripped to shreds by the Hound earlier. She looked around and saw the door to the roof burst open. Flames surrounded them and now she saw the full extent of the Shrieker bombing. The entire Manor completely set on fire. A raging inferno was tearing the entire place apart.
She stared at Jacques and grit her teeth, aiming Myrtenaster at him as she formed a line of glyphs to shoot towards him on. "FATHER!" She yelled, and as she launched forward, he aimed at her with fear in his eyes.
But another Shrieker was howling towards them and exploded into the Gunship that Jacques was hoping to escape in. For a few moments it all went black after Weiss was thrown away from Jacques by that explosion, but as she came to she found she was nearly thrown off the roof, and she saw the glint of her sword down on the ground of the Courtyard. She groaned in pain, finding a couple of chunks of metal shrapnel stabbed into her leg, and she was bleeding badly.
She winced in pain as she tried to get back up, but she also couldn't activate her aura. The explosion broke it completely. She looked around, finding the whole place was filled with raging flames now.
Sweat trickled down her chin as she tried to stand up, looking for him. The rubble shifted, and she saw her father get back up, and he stared at her, still holding his gun. He strolled towards her as she collapsed from the pain in her leg, and he stood above her, aiming the gun directly at her head.
"I told you… I… always… win… Weiss." Jacques winced, holding his side, which was heavily bleeding. He went to fire, but Weiss dodged and grabbed a piece of sharp metal from the explosion and stabbed it into his leg with all her might. Jacques roared in agony and Weiss took that chance as he hunched forward. She grabbed onto him and flipped him onto his back, bashing him against the hole the Shrieker crashed through, and punched him repeatedly in the face.
Blood smothered her split knuckles, but she was relentless in her attack, letting out all her hatred for what he had done and taken from her into her fists. Weiss turned and saw a long cable that was dangling from the hole in the roof, electrical cable most likely, and she wrapped it around his throat and choked him out. He gasped for air as she strangled him and punched him repeatedly in the face.
The roof was weakening from the flames, and every punch made it weaker and weaker.
Weiss grabbed him by the tie and pulled her fist all the way back, punching him in the face so hard the roof beneath them cracked and broke apart. The two of them plummeted together towards the flames.
Weiss felt time slow as she fell with him, hearing the last roar from Jacques Schnee.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jacques howled, and he tried to aim the pistol at her as the cable tightened around his throat. Suddenly an almighty bang erupted from his neck as the cable tightened and hanged him above the flames. Weiss crashed onto the ground, only narrowly ahead of the flames. Jacques choked and gasped for air. His legs kicked and arms twitched as he grabbed onto the cable that just broke his neck.
He swung back and forth over the stairway between the two statues, his eyes turned red as the blood vessels burst from his broken neck… and slowly… he succumbed to his fate.
His arms and legs dropped, only twitching from nerves, still activating from time to time.
His hanged corpse swung back and forth over the flames, and Weiss watched him. Weiss struggled to get back up, limping on her injured leg, and winded from the fall. She spat blood out onto the floor and held her side, staring up at her dead father.
She waited to make sure that he was dead… and from his lifeless eyes?
It was certain.
Jacques Schnee was no more…
Weiss exhaled with relief, but also grief for taking yet another life.
It didn't need to be this way…
She turned and limped away, towards the doors, which she pushed open. Leaving the dead tyrant to hang in the flames of his home.
All the while, Vir Nominis Umbra's ghostly hum hauntingly echoed through the burning halls of the Schnee Manor…
"Why, oh why must I bow down to you?
A group of measly peasants?
Spoke the Grand Lord of Redcrossing,
Demanding his people work harder and harder – for his own goal.
Gold, women, food, wine and power,
'Tis all the reward he knows for his effortless acts.
Though judgement comes for all men,
No matter wealth, age or gender.
When he comes – one should allow him entry with kindness,
And think carefully on their wishes.
"Riches, food and power…this is what I demand. "
Spoke the Grand Lord of Redcrossing.
But now the ashes lay on the once green fields,
With only one body residing.
Wishes be granted…
But not what he wanted.
And with all he asked,
He be left behind with not a soul to share with."
The Manor burned away, the beautiful halls turned charred and crumbled, his old office collapsed and the beautiful Ball Room where the Beacon Charity was held was aflame. The beautiful curtains burned away and the glass cracked from the heat. Whitley, Winter and Weiss' bedrooms all were claimed by the fire as well.
Whitley's piano destroyed by the fire, and Weiss' room collapsed as the ceiling came crashing down. And the training swords and beautiful dresses in Winter's room she never wore were also consumed by the inferno.
Jacques' office, the Holograph Projector, burst as the fire melted the electronics, and his papers and money turned to ash as the flames found every little secret.
Jacques' corpse still hung over the staircase as everything collapsed around him. One by one… the Schnee Manor's bricks came crashing down.
And outside… the Glass Schnee Snowflake cracked and crumbled.
The Schnee Name… was no more…
Author Note - Jacques Schnee is no more...
Originally this wasn't going to be the focus for this chapter but honestly these two deserved to have a chapter dedicated to them and the end of Jacques. He has been such a long running villain and I felt he deserved a good end in Knights of Grimm. And despite how much I hate him, both in KoG and in the Show, he was a great villain to write.
Having that conversation between the two was great as well, having Weiss not even want to kill him anymore and just get that Access Key. Also hell yeah to Weiss for being smart enough to know Jacques would have an Access Key or something to keep anyone from getting to the Vault. Quick thinking indeed from our Ice Queen.
And having him be hanged was one of those things I have always wanted to happen, fitting considering all his crimes, that he is hanged in his own home. Plus having it be in that big entryway with the stairs and the two Arma Gigas Statues is just perfect in my eyes and I love it.
Plus - I just had to have Umbra's ghostly humming of the Grand Lord of Redcrossing appear, since (if you hadn't noticed) Jacques and Ezekiel Arc are literally the same person, and he was history repeating itself once more.
And at long last - Jacques Schnee is dead.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter and are satisfied with his death! Please review, follow and favourite!
Stay tuned for the next chapter - Argus' Fate
- Matt