Willow was afraid.

Though In her opinion, she was very justified in feeling that way. Lately, her life has been in disarray courtesy of her psychotic bastard known to the world as her husband.

It all started a couple of weeks back, when he suddenly fell ill. It seemed serious enough that a non-insignificant part of her dared to get hopeful of the possibility that Jacques might actually kick the bucket. But alas, as with everything else Jacques did, he aimed to disappoint.

The dastard lived

Nonetheless, Willow had thoroughly enjoyed seeing the slimy snake suffer and twist in agony for a while using the cameras she had set up in secret a couple of years prior. In hindsight, that might have proved to be a terrible idea. Because at some point during the time his body was being ripped apart from the inside, Jacques had a moment of clarity in which he noticed the minuscule camera in his room.

As soon as he was able to, Jacques had come to confront her. Of course, she was caught momentarily caught off-guard, but Willow regained her composure quickly. She was prepared for it. Being found out was always a possibility.

Willow had kept her cool. She confidently stated that she was well within her rights to install whatever she wished in her own house. The house was one of the few things her late father had specifically left for her, and not as belonging to the name Schnee.

Jacques ordered her to take them down immediately.

She replied that if he had a problem with it, he was more than welcome to pack his stuff and fuck off to another house.

He called her a lying whore.

She called him a bastard with no balls.

By this point, Willow had turned her back to the man, uninterested to ruin her precious drinking time by looking at his ugly mug any longer. She already had a good idea of how things would have gone. The exchange of insults would continue for a couple more minutes or hours. After that, Jacques would huff, puff, and slam her door on his way out. Later, the staff would remove all the cameras in the house. Unfortunately, Jacques seemed to have lost several brain cells due to the fever he had suffered.

"Don't fucking dare look away from me when I'm talking to you!" He had yelled

Because the last thing Willow had expected to happen was for the moustached fucker to punch her in the back of the head.

For a minute, Willow had stayed on the ground, not because of the force of the hit, but far from it. While Jacques' punch was definitely stronger than any normal human could hope to achieve, it was still not something a huntress could not shrug off, even a retired and out-of-practice one like her. Willow was paralyzed because Jacques had done something he had never done in all the decades they've known each other: He dared to put his hand on her.

Willow lifted her head to look at him, but before she could get as much as a glance of him, she felt pain explode in her midsection as Jacques kicked her in the ribs. The force of the hit was enough to throw her through the window and into the garden.

"Did you think I was joking with you? Do you see me laughing?!" He said as he followed after her, his jacket and tie thrown along the way. "For nearly eight years, I didn't ask a single thing from you. I never ordered you, I never bothered you, and I never laid a hand on you. I thought you were smart enough to understand the unsaid agreement: Don't fuck me, and I won't fuck with you. Clearly, I overestimated you."

Willow picked herself up and saw her husband's face. What she found was not an expression a human could've made. She was never the type to believe in Heaven and Hell.

Yet at that moment, Willow saw the Devil himself coming to drag her soul for eternal damnation.

For the first time ever, Willow was afraid of her husband.

With shaky legs and a trembling heart, she summoned her glyphs and prepared herself for the fight.

She was crushed.

Fortunately, she lived. The bastard was content to leave her with a dislocated shoulder, several broken ribs, a concussion, and the promise that he will come back later.

True to his words, Jacques had summoned, her several days later, to accompany him. Apparently, he decided that she would be needed in whatever business he had in Beacon. Willow, at this point not wanting to suffer his wrath again, had agreed.

However, it wasn't all bad. She got to see her son. Sadly, she fucked it up badly. She tried to warn him about his father, but Whitley had told her to piss off. Understandable, she wouldn't take her advice too.

At least he seemed to be doing well.

The trip was uneventful, or it was for Willow. She spent most of it drinking her sorrows away as she always did, so she didn't exactly remember most of it.

Jacques seemed content to keep his trap shut with a smirk plastered on his face. Willow didn't mind the silence; she was used to it after all. Winter, on the other hand, found it infuriating. From what Willow had gathered, Winter was still in the dark about her mission. The General most likely left the explanation to Jacques.

Alas, Jacques being Jacques refused to break his silence, and merely continued looking at their daughter with a smug expression.

Jacques obviously lived to piss off people. It was a sad life.

Several hours later, they arrived at the shelter and met with the professors of the now Grimm-infested Beacon. They were clearly not in the best condition. Signs of exhaustion and sleep deprivation were evident on their faces. Nonetheless, they still tried to make themselves look presentable for the meeting.

"Ah, Mr Schnne, a pleasure to finally meet you and your lovely family. I hope your trip went well." The fat one with the thick moustache greeted.

"YOU FUCKING FAILURES!" Jacques greeted back.

Immediately, every pair of eyes in the place was on them now.

After that, the one-sided shit-stirring contest began where her husband tried his best to make sure to start a civil war between the huntsmen and the civilians for reasons only his bright genius mind could understand.

Throughout the exchange, Willow subtly and lowly took several steps back while dragging Whitley with her. Her decision proved correct because not soon after, the Green-haired professor decked her husband in the face.

And as much as would have liked to thank him, even the slightly drunk Willow knew that doing so was a terrible idea in front of Jacques' newly created fan club. As expected, the civilians buying her husband's bullshit attacked the huntsmen.

Her daughter, Weiss, had then appeared to stop the entire affair. She succeeded for a minute, but then collapsed from her tiredness. It must have been hard for her to witness the calamity transpire. Still, it was good to see her safe and sound. Winter had reported that she was fine, but nothing like seeing with her own eyes.

Now if only her husband would shut the fuck up.

"Do you see the result of their actions!" Jacques yelled as he cradled the unconscious Weiss in his arms, tears streaming down his face. "While you cowards were fucking around, neglecting your sworn duty, my daughter was breaking her body saving people. Do you see, people!? While the adults were running for their lives, boys and girls barely out of puberty were laying their lives to save us!"

His words were the oil being thrown into the fiery anger of the civilians. At once, their assault on the professor intensified. Punches, kicks, and stone all found their way to the huntsmen who seemed to be on the verge of breaking down.

Suddenly, bodies began to float into the air. The unforeseen airborne several dozen of civilians in the sky had swiftly put an end to the fighting.

"While I understand the sentiments held by you, I cannot allow you to behave like barbarians." Willow followed the sound and found a woman around her age. No matter how tipsy Willow felt, there were still some things she would never mistake, the appearance of perhaps the strongest Huntress on the planet was definitely one of them. "This farce is over. Return to your designated tents."

Glynda had spoken in a calm, firm tone. She had not once raised her voice, but to Willow, they felt deafening. With the sudden quiet that took over the shelter, everyone else must have felt the same.

Glynda's eyes roamed through the dispersing crowd for a couple of seconds. Seemingly satisfied with her commands being followed, she turned towards Jacques. "Mr. Schnee, if you and your family would please come with me."

Jacques stood from his kneeling position, carefully maintaining his hold on Weiss' limp body. "Of course." He said with a curt nod. Jacques moved, and one by one both the Schnees and the professors followed.

Glynda guided them to an underground camp some distance away from the shelters. The walk was an entirely silent one. That is not to say that it wasn't a tense one, throughout the entirety of the way, the professors, with the exception of Glynda, kept throwing glares and dirty looks in her husband's direction.

After almost ten minutes of walking down the stairs, they came across a giant metal door. Glynda put her on a scanner on the side of the door, and with a *beep*, the giant door began to open.

It was a slow process, and it took some time. During this, Glynda gave Jacques a look over her shoulder. The blonde's face showed no emotions, but the killing intent she was releasing was a clear indicator of her mood. "Mr. Schnee, while I appreciate the help you are offering, the next time you pull such a stunt, I will kill you."

"Hahaha! It sure sounds weird to be on the receiving end of it." Jacques merely laughed at her threat before he spared a look at Willow. It took her a second to realise that Glynda's words were almost the same as the threat Jacques gave to Willow. After a second Jacques asked, "Do you have what I asked for?"

"It was an odd request. When James told me about your plan, I was hesitant. Nonetheless, I brought them." Glynda replied as they passed through the steel door. Past the entrance, was a massive spacious room with several destroyed weaponry. The rust had long covered most of them, so they had to be several decades old, at least. At the end of the room, there were several massive containers of varying sizes.

'Grimm containers.' Willow realised as she observed the tanks. There were a bit more modern than what she remembered, but there was no way she would mistake one.

"And this place is..?" Whitley asked as his eyes roamed the room.

"An old weapon testing site. It was used by the soldiers of the Vale during the Great War. Though, it hasn't been used for nearly sixty years at this point." Professor Oobleck supplied. His anger disappeared in the face of a curious child. "Until now that is."

"You shouldn't lie at children, Doctor. This place is not nearly as deserted as you make it sound." Jacques said with a mocking smile. "I can feel it in the air. This is the place where Ozpin trained the Fall Maiden."

"That is beside the point." Glynda cut off. "Get on with it, Mr. Schnee."

Jacques shrugged in response as he handed Weiss to Willow to hold. Willow started making sure that nothing bad had happened to her. Luckily, she only seemed to be sleeping.

He started walking forward away from the group. "Very well. Let one out."

Glynda raised her hand, and one of the containers burst open, and a Boarbatusk came running out. The Grimm looked around the room for a second, before his eyes zoomed in on Jacque's approaching form.

Wasting no time, the Grimm rushed the man. But as everyone expected, it did nothing. As soon as the Grimm was within arms reach, Jacques punched it with his left hand hard enough that it cracked its mask.

Capitalizing on the Grimm's daze, Jacques swept the Boarbatusk's legs from underneath it and held it down with his foot. The Grimm struggled ferociously as it was pinned. Jacques seemed to mentally prepare himself for something. After a second, Jacques let out a heavy sigh. He opened his mouth wide open…

"What in…."

Willow watched with open eyes as Jacque's jaws closed around the Grimm's neck and snapped it. He pulled his head back, tearing a chunk of the Grimm's flesh and chewing it. Willow couldn't hold her revulsion as Jacques started devouring the suffering Boarbatusk piece by piece. By the time Jacques was seemingly done, the entirety of the Grimm's head and neck had been consumed.

"Release another one," Jacques demanded, and Glynda complied. The next container was opened and from it, an angry Beringel appeared. The Grimm managed to last longer and performed much better than its predecessor did. All the same, Jacques was soon enough feasting on its body.

"So, will it work?" Glynda asked several minutes later as Jacques stopped eating.

Willow noticed that unlike the others in the group, the blonde appeared unbothered by Jacques's actions. If she did, she did one hell of a job hiding her discomfort.

Jacques didn't answer. He merely remained kneeling near the slowly disappearing corpse. He raised his hand signalling for her to wait. The next few minutes were spent watching Jacques. Willow didn't know what they were expecting, but nonetheless, she waited.

Around the ten-minute mark, it happened. Jacques's body started changing. In the beginning, it was barely a noticeable, twitching of muscles every dozen or so seconds. However, as the minutes went by the changes became more and more violent. His muscles bulged, the veins surfaced to the skin, and Willow could hear the sound of his bones rattling even from afar.

After nearly half an hour, Jacques's body had settled. That is if the man in front was still Jacques. At a new height of around eight feet tall, her husband now stood heads and shoulders above every single human in the room. His frame was much thicker as well, boasting large enough muscles to but a bull to shame. His white hair had grown to resemble a large mane, while his skin became ashy. He opened his eyes, and rather than find the distinct cold blue, Willow was met with jet-black sclera surrounding glowing crimson irises.

His eyes landed on her and Willow's body locked up in fear. After a second, he turned towards Glynda. He opened his mouth and spoke with a far deeper voice. "It should. Both Grimm were made up of the exact same type of energy. The only difference was in the amount and concentration. The Wyvern should not be dissimilar."

"When will the Dust shipment arrive? I expect that much Dust would take a considerable amount of time."

Jacques shook his head. "In a couple of days? No, it would not. At best, I will be able to transport around 700 tons."

"Will it be enough?" Glynda asked with a frown. It seemed she was having doubts about whatever plans they had cooked up.

"I will make sure it's enough," Jacques reassured with a wave of his hand. "Besides, if everything goes as planned, by the time we hit it, the damn thing will probably be on his last legs."

Glynda regarded the CEO with an unreadable look for a second before she nodded. "Very well, then. I will trust your judgement. I will continue the preparations on my end. We shall move in three days."

Having said what she had, Glynda left the room. The huntsmen of Beacon followed her, leaving only the Schnee family and the Grimm in the room.

"You're probably wondering why I had you come," Jacques stated, making Willow jump in surprise. She looked at him and saw him look at her and Winter.

"I am," Winter replied with a cold tone of voice. The bitterness of being ignored still lingered.

"As you've heard, in a couple of days, a large shipment of highly volatile and flammable Dust will be transported to this place. Your job is to use your summons to transport that amount from here and drop it on the Wyvern." Jacques replied. However, the only thing it did was add the number of questions Willow had to ask.

"That's impossible. The amount is simply far too great. Besides, even if we could lift it, the Grimm would destroy anything that comes close to the Island." Winter rebuked with a heated tone.

"Let me worry about the details. The only thing you need to concern your feeble brain with is making sure your summonses are ready in three days." Jacques with a condescending tone as he turned towards Willow. "That goes double for you. Your summoning skills are fucking pathetic."

Willow brushed the insult aside, at this point too used to them. "And what exactly is the point of doing this?"

Jacques looked at her with a grin that had way too many sharp teeth.

"Isn't it obvious?" He said far too happy. "We're going to nuke the fucker."


Author's Note: Rather than going with Willow from the show, I decided to go with the comic version of her. The difference between the two is that Willow in the show is barely a character, the comic version is a spiteful alcoholic with a sense of sarcasm.

Technically, they are both canon.

Till next time.