Servants of Remnant

Chaldea is gone, but the memories remain. A world, filled with fairy tales, monsters and men. A history unlike any other. Sometimes… a hero is needed. From another world, from another time. Not all of them are great, not all of them are 'good'. But when the world needs a hero, these Servants answer the call. Perhaps only one, perhaps many do. These are the tales of many timelines. The 'Servants of Chaldea' who come to Remnant.

Salieri

Darkness… that was all he felt… Anger… Mozart… where… was he? He had been summoned… but where?

The Avenger raised his head… and almost instantly had to jump away from a blade, heading straight for his neck. He grit his teeth, the sword missing him by scant inches as he summoned the Wailing Facade, whispers filling his mind in an instant as he raised his head, pink glowing from within where his eyes laid, towards his foe.

A priest stood before him, completely garbed in black, a cross sitting on his chest, and a sword in hand, still in a swinging position. The surrounding land was red, the sky was red as well. Was he in hell? Was this hell?

Combat instincts kicked in when the priest brought up a set of black keys, tossing them towards him. Raising his blade, Salieri deflecting the three keys before leaping away, raising the blade to an invisible violin, summoning dark energy coating it as he strummed. The priest leapt away as blades of darks struck where he had been standing. Lowering his blade, darkness still covering it, he dove forward, attempting to stab the priest in the gut. But he parried, and for a brief moment, the two duelled, his long unnatural blade clashing with the priest's katana, a moment later, they split off from each other… before the darkness itself started to rise.

Both of them looked around as the beasts started to prowl, and for a brief moment, turned their backs towards the other to face this new foe. Leaping forward, Salieri stuck at a wolf, driving his blade into its flesh and fur, before cutting upwards, slicing the beast in twain. Behind him, the priest held a hand to his chest, before exploding with magical energy, the beasts before him faltering as he dashed forward, slashing away with his katana before dodging away from a heavy swing of a massive beast, the ground cracking as the fist impacted with stone.

Salieri's dance was death, one, two, three, four, fell to his blade. Summoning the darkness within, he once more coated it and strummed his violin. The blades of darkness slashed a demonic bird from the sky, before a blade nearly found itself in his back. He turned his head, the priest was on him again, the beasts behind him dissolving into black ash as he raised another three keys. Salieri turned to face him, only for a fist to slam into his back.

He grunted, being flung forward and had to bring up his blade to avoid being implaled on the priest's own sword. Their swords clashed and rung out, the ground beneath them cratering about three inches from the impromptu clash. The Avenger flipped upwards and over, landing on the other side of the priest and slashing with a clawed hand, catching the priest's side as he tried to jump away.

Blood had been drawn, so he had to keep going unless he wanted to die so soon after his summoning. He had to find Mozart, kill him! Ruin him! Such was his very being. He raised his blade again, strumming and calling up an array of musket wielding puppets, having them fire at the priest. He jumped upwards, the black bullets landing in the bodies of the demonic beasts behind the priest, and Salieri raised his sword once more as his minions vanished.

They clashed once more, and this time, he ignited his blade while they were still locked in combat. The look of shock on his foes face was worth it, as he broke away from the clash and slashed across the priest's chest, sending him skyward with blood dripping from beneath his ripped vestments.

The priest spun in the air, and slashed a demonic bird in twain with a single swing, cleaving it in two when it tried to dive and devour him, Salieri had to turn his attention away from the priest's carnage when a pair of boars rolled at him. He leapt into the air himself, dodging the rapid rolling monsters before landing in the center of an entire horde… more just kept coming, the demons of hell itself came for him!

He wrapped his arms around himself, gathering his mana… music filled the air, the whispers filled his head. His anger, his hate! He would give it all to them, right here, and right now!

A pink effigy appeared behind him, the music of rage filling the air as he shouted. The choir screaming for him, as he declared his requiem! "I am Death, the murderer of the one beloved by god! Dio Santissimo Misericordia de mi!"

The darkness, the light, it shown down from his effigy as the creatures paused at his symphony… but something was wrong. Why were they not screaming!? Why were they not dying!? Did they not care!? Did they not!?

The priest suddenly dropped down from above, an array of keys heralding his arrival as the music stopped. Salieri was forced to fight, else he would die here without his answers… almost instantly the creatures returned to their rampage… barreling right for him! Had he expended his mana for nothing!? Why had it done nothing!?

He broke off from the priest, and slashed away at the horde that kept charging at him, wolves hungry for a meal of anguish, hatred and more. A million thoughts ran through his mind, drowning out the hateful whispers. The priest vanished into the sea of black, and Salieri was forced to keep fighting for his life. Claws, beaks, paws and jaws, all came calling, trying to claim his life. The wounds accumulated. Tears ripped into the wailing facade. Blood poured, his anguish soared. He would not die here! He had to not die here!

Leaping away, he began to retreat. The hordes of hell hot on his heels as he danced among the red light, the storm above crackling with lightning as Salieri ran. He didn't know where he was running, he didn't care where. All he knew was that he had to flee. If his Noble Phantasm could not harm these beasts… then he was in more trouble… if anything it seemed to have mesmerised them, before drawing them directly towards him.

Seconds turned to minutes as he was forced to fight the faster members of the horde. A large wolf tried to strike him from the front, only to receive his blade to the head. A flock of griffons dove down from on high, forcing him to perform for a moment to slice their wings from the sky.

But soon enough he was seeing… darkness. Not the red that blanketed the sky, but the blackness of the normal night sky. In the distance, he could see the ocean, a calm sea that perhaps, was either his end, or his salvation.

Salieri kept on jumping, leaping towards the ocean black, but as he neared, the sea itself began to stir… more demons rose from the watery depths, trying to pull themselves on land towards him. Why were they so intent on him!? Why not that priest!? Was he so full of sin that the demons wished to claim his head before that of a man of god!?

But that could wait until he reached… relative safety. He leapt forward, landing on the head of one of the larger sea beasts as they continued to pour out of the depths. He slashed at the beasts beneath him, and kept on going. Even if he had to cross the sea itself to escape, riding across the backs of monsters to do so, he would! Behind him the hordes of hell that could not fly nor swim stayed on their land of red. The beasts that flew dove after him, the demons that swam continued to snap their jaws at him.

But Salieri was an instrument of slaughter, and death was his dance. He strove for it, dove for it. He did not know how long his dance was… at some point it all began to blur together. Ash on the wind, music in the air, and murder in his heart.

In fact for such a short period of time, he hadn't even a thought of Mozart.

But when he finally regained his senses… Salieri was panting, holding his chest, bleeding heavily… and surrounded by a mountain of corpses, slowly fading into ash on the wind… and looking up, his vision was blurry…

For a moment, he saw Mozart, walking towards him. Even as he was barely standing, he tried to walk forward… before collapsing to his knees, the illusion fading away as he lay in the sand. Someone else was walking towards him… it wasn't Mozart… it was a maiden. The Wailing Facade burned away, leaving behind the man who was merely Antonio Salieri as the woman walked towards him, a bright light in his fading vision.

He reached out for her, as desperate as he could… before darkness truly claimed him, the dull throbbing pain… he did not dream… at least nor did he have a nightmare. He simply was alive, and darkness was all he knew… How many had he killed? How many demons had he slain in his escape from hell? Hundreds? Thousands? He did not know… for a time, all there was, was darkness.

The thing that brought him back, was the dull ticking of a clock. Slowly, the Avenger began to open his eyes, staring up towards a ceiling covered in dust. His chest felt heavy… he felt so weak. He slowly turned his head, noticing that he was laying in a bed… nearby was a young woman sleeping in the nearby chair. Golden hair, a blue dress… and she was the sole other occupant of the room.

Quietly, he started to turn his head, looking around the room, and very slowly sitting up… he realized that he was not wearing his normal black suit, but a cotton shirt and pants a bit too large for him. His eyes slowly scanned the room, before the woman began to wake.

She groaned, slowly opening her eyes before looking directly at him, he turned his head towards her as she chuckled. "Well you're a tough guy aren't you. Though you'd put it all you had going through an entire army of Grimm didn't you?"

"E-excuse me?" he asked, his voice hoarse… had he been screaming? Grimm? Were those the demons he had slain?

"What, you forget or something? Wouldn't think spending ten straight minutes, and probably more cutting through every grimm in your path with that bigass sword would be something anyone could forget… nice semblance by the way," she said, smirking as Salieri just stared in utter confusion.

"...My… semblance?" just what was a semblance? What was she referring to?

She seemed stare at him for a moment, before seething. "Memory troubles then… great… and here I thought… look how much do you remember?" she suggested. At this point he wasn't even sure what he knew.

"I am…" The Man in Grey, Avenger, Monster, Murderer, Death, MANINGREY, KILLER.

"You are Antonio Salieri, be who you are, my old friend," said the only calm, clean voice in his head… a voice he knew very well… and at this moment, he needed more than he ever though he did.

"Antonio Salieri."

AN: The final chapter of the first set of stories. Congrats to you VGBlackwing. The mysterious Avenger is Antonio Salieri. Our eighth hero in this wonderful tale. But who is that mysterious priest? Who is this woman? Thank you all for your support. If you all have any ideas for other 'stories' / timelines, be sure to leave them behind and I'll try to write them if I can. I hope to hear from many of you in the reviews!