Authors Note:
I got this chapter done faster than expected. This is a shorter chapter, and one purely from the Villain's POV. The next few will be returning to more Umbra focused with a few exceptions. Thank you all for reading my story, following or reading and reviewing it.
Reviews:
Starlord Master: Happy September!
Lorenzo the Maelstrom: Thanks for the reviews, I plan on reading more of SLFR when I get time. The few first chapters of this story were undoubtedly not of the highest quality and soared in edge. All I can say about Umbra is that he is in for a roller coaster ride in the plans for this story.
I'm glad I got team Rwby's personalities right. To be honest writing the canon characters can be harder than OCs to me, there's a pressure to nail it right. Ruby and Yang are difficult for me to write, while Blake and Weiss are more natural. I'm glad to see that Umbra seems natural, everything in that compartment seems to be accomplished when it comes to how I wanted him to be presented. Tyrfing is a BIG part of this story is all I got to say, it's not no Corcea Mors.
I hope I continue to impress you, thanks for the review.
CPG117: I'm glad to hear it, when I started this story I wanted to deliberately create an OP Edgy main character and try to make it work. I'm glad to see I did. Adam was one of my favorite characters before he got downgraded. PTSD is something I've done some research in for this story. And about the Legion, well I wanted to create an in-depth bad guy organization that was different from the White Fang and I got carried away. I love World building, coming up with history and events, religions and such. In truth, I've done too much world building. I've made maps, came up with religions and cultures. The Last Legion was born of the idea of what would you get if you combined the Vikings, Romans and Aztecs with all the positive attributes of their cultures gone. Thanks for the review.
Selfishgecko: I'm glad you like the story. There will be less of a Last Legion perspective for the next few chapters. The only reason we have had more scenes from their point of view these last few chapters is because they're the driving characters for now, They along with Umbra and Cinders group will be until we get to Blake's arc.
The Last Legion is a group like the Templars from Assassin's Creed. Anyone with power, wealth or authority knows of them, but the average Joe living in a city like Vale or Mantle doesn't. Of course some people know about them, but only someone with a Death Wish will say their name in public. The Last Legion makes anyone who knows about them disappear, if not them, the Kingdoms do. The Kingdoms censor, blacklist and cover up anything about them. The Internet in my AU is basically like a certain Asian country when it comes to info about the Last Legion, only conspiracy theorist websites on the dark web have any inkling of knowledge on them.
They don't want anyone to know about them because of the Fear it might cause. Because of The Grimm. Imagine what everyone in the world would do if they learnt that a continent (the dragon shaped one) that was supposed to be devoid of anyone but Grimm actually had a very big population and is full of militant fanatics who want to conquer the world. There would be panic and riots. You may ask, why don't the kingdoms do anything? Well, the Kingdoms are divided, politically, economically and ethically. There are spies and collaborators in all four kingdoms, with Atlas being the most resilient. The only uncompromised powers that can fight them are Ozpin's Cabal and the Atlesian Military-the problem is that they already got enemies.
To put in perspective, the Last Legion have been infiltrating and spreading their influence and planning for 80 years since the Great War. If you've played Fallout: New Vegas, think of the Kingdoms as the NCR and New Vegas and the Last Legion as Caesar's Legion (the biggest inspiration for the Last Legion). The NCR has to deal with a myriad of problems with New Vegas while the Legion is united, building their forces and preparing.
No one but the Huntsman Staff of Beacon knew what those initials meant. Everyone else thought it was some criminals of some kind.
Thanks for the review!
"I don't own any of the series I write FF of. I only own my OC's and my unique aspects added to the story. I don't own any music or songs possibly mentioned, they are just recommendations. All credit of Rwby goes to RoosterTeeth."
Chapter 14: Bold Assault.
The Lightning Warrior smirked as he flew up. "Amateurs..." He thought as he heard the alarms blare all across the large base. The VDF was shocked as White Fang stormed the Fort. It was blatantly obvious that they were caught with their pants down, as soldiers rushed outside only to be gunned down by his Mongrel Horde. He swooped down, slicing through the Kingdomers like nothing and then flew up into the sky, drawing turret fire. With a smirk, he swooped down, impaling the gunner upon his blessed blade. Pulling it out, he dodged a Valen Soldier's combat axe, slicing the man in half. He jumped off the Fort walls with grace upon a squad below.
The first one to go, impaled to the ground. The second and third in two slashes to their torsos. The forth in a stab through the chest, the last one fell with his severed head. Jupiter laughed, it had been a while since he actually had fought a worthwhile battle. He moved around with grace, like a dancing angel of death. The White Fang soldiers advanced and breached into buildings of the fort, but it was he who painted the battlefield in blood. He swooped to the side of another Valen Dog, who turned only to find a sword through his throat. Pulling it out in a turn to slice through the next. They were winning, as expected.
"Tanks!" One Mutt shouted, he turned to see a VDF Tank approaching. He sighed, swooping up into the air and pressing the button on Lightning Blade's hilt, causing the Katana to extend and become longer. He saw that they were sending out five tanks and ten APCs. He was unimpressed with their mechanical prowess, as he raised his blade to the sky as it swirled and storm clouds formed.
"Raptor!" He shouted as lightning struck his blade multiple times, "Take these Groundwalkers as your Sacrifices!" He slung his blade forward as multiple bolts of powerful lightning struck half the Tanks and APCs, causing them to explode on impact. The Lightning Warrior swooped down upon a Tank, his blade infused with the same power. He cut through it like a thousand degree knife and flew back as it blew up. "FILTHY KINGDOMERS!" He screamed as he slung his blade at the last Tank, a bolt of lightning shot out from it striking dead on. The Tank exploded, incinerating the Soldiers running right by it.
"Fall back!" One of the VDF Men shouted, "Fall back!" The Valean Soldiers ran like cowards, just like Jupiter expected. Unbloodied Cowards who couldn't stand up to real warriors. Something to report to his Superiors, he thought. He raised his blade as the White Fang tools ran by him.
"FORWARD! SPARE NONE!" He declared as he went forth into the fray.
Sewers below Fort Wise, five minutes ago.
Roman, along with his partner and their bloodthirsty Guest snuck through the sewer. It was surprisingly undefended, but this was the best way for him and his Partner to get in. He peeked his head around a corner, only to see the same layout of the rest of the sewers. A canal and the walkways by it, with the occasional bridge to the other side. The only difference was the entrance to the sublevels of the Fort. He gestured for Neo and Pluto to follow him as they made their way down the path and turned to the electronically sealed door. "Neo, if you'd please?"
The duel colored girl handed him the key card, he took it and in one swipe, unlocked the door. "Easy as pie." He said as he opened the door and they entered. They walked slowly through the maintenance tunnels, if the blueprints they got were correct, they were under the area of the fort where the generator and the Armory was. "Ok, Pluto was it?" He gestured to their Hooded accomplice.
"Yes?" He responded in a timid voice.
"I want you to clear out the sub levels as a distraction, me and my associate will handle the Armory." The Bat Faunus smirked.
"I'll handle it…" His smirk turned into a Cheshire grin as he turned and ran off. Roman felt a weight off his shoulders with him gone.
"Well then, let's get to work shall we?" They turned to only hear screams coming from where the Bat went. They looked at each other for a second and hurried up the hall."Alright Neo, do your magic!"
Command Center, Fort Wise.
On a lower level of the Main Building, in a room with tons of computers and a large digitized map of Remnant on a screen, there was chaos. "What's the status of our Reinforcements!" An Old Man dressed in a Green Dress Uniform shouted. A peaked cap with an insignia of two crossed battle axes within a laurel wreath rested on his bald head, medals and ribbons covered his chest, and black knee high boots on. He had a big white bushy beard and a wrinkled forehead, bright green eyes shining.
"Unknown Sir! We can't contact them! Our communications are jammed!" One Officer turned from his screen shouted.
"Damn it!" He slammed his fist against his palm, "Order all Forces to fall back to the main building!"
"General Shamrock! We lost our armored support!" Another shouted, "They're too much for us!"
"We've lost more squads General!"
"What do we do?! We're taking casualties!"
"Our Bullheads are all down!"
"The White Fang has captured our hangers and barracks!"
General Shamrock took off his hat and rubbed his bald head. This was the greatest disaster of his career, his accomplishments all going down the drain and his Fort being razed by a bunch of Faunus Extremists. What would his sons think of him? What would the public? What about the other Generals? He can't lose! He was General Corbeau Shamrock, warfare was in his family's blood. He put his hat back on and raised his hand.
"We will not fall! I want all Forces to retreat to the sub levels! We will fight to the last man if necessary! We are Soldiers of Vale! We won't be done in by a bunch of Furry Insurgents!" He spoke with passion, raising the moral of his Officers. "Long Live Vale!"
Headmaster Ozpin's Office, Beacon Academy.
Ozpin took a deep sip from his mug as he looked at the screen. Fort Wise, a fort built by one of the wisest rulers from the Age of Kings now was burning. "This is not good."
"What should we do about it?" Goodwitch asked, arms crossed, she was stressed.
"I'm afraid we cannot do a thing as Valen Law states that Huntsmen and Huntresses cannot interfere with Military matters on VDF bases unless the problem is Grimm." The Headmaster said, rubbing his temples.
"Damn it!" The Professor slammed her fist down. "We just can't sit here and do nothing!"
"I understand your frustration, but we will be better off planning how to counter this." He looked to her, "Tomorrow will be a day the Kingdom remembers." He sat his mug down.
Armory Lobby, Fort Wise.
"Hold your Ground! We can't let them take the Armory!" One of his comrades shouted, Corporal Chandler Vaylish didn't expect his first real battle to be so chaotic. They were all taking cover in the front lobby as White Fang would charge in, so many people he knew, so many friends. They were all dead before an hour even passed. He held his rifle and took a deep breath. Gunfire was all around him.
He summoned courage and raised his gun over cover "Go to hell you bastards!" He fired, hitting an advancing Faunus. He didn't know what type, but that hardly mattered right now. He ducked back over cover as a woman to his left fell down from a shot to the chest. Her name, as he learned just the other day, was Veronica. Before he could even help her, she went limp. He looked around to see most of his brothers and sisters in arms dead or dying. Only seven of them remained out of the twenty eight that rallied here. "We need to fall back to the lower levels!"
"No! We hold here Soldier! That's an order!" The same Officer from before shouted. He wore the standard green dress uniform, not ready for a battle.
"We need to retreat to somewhere more defensible!"
"Shut up and follow my orders!" He shouted, raising above cover to shoot at some White Fang goons. "We are the Heroes of Vale-" He fell over as his brains splattered behind him.
An White Fang Soldier ran into the building, he held two grenades in his hands. He shouted "FOR CLAW AND FANG!" As he threw them, before being shot.
"GRENADES!" Another Soldier screamed. Chandler ran along with two others to the hallway as they went off. He looked back to see the other three reduced to bits and pieces in the explosion. They turned down the stairs, and ran to where the Armory should be. Footsteps and shots rang out from behind them. It was beginning to look hopeless, but then, in front of them, the steel door to the Armory opened. A female officer with brown hair and pink eyes motioned for them. They ran into the room and she slammed the door behind them. He leaned against a wall, breathing rapidly, dropping his rifle onto the ground.
"Thank you-" He began to say as he turned to her, but he saw not a Valean Officer, but instead a Girl with pink and brown clothes, hair and eyes. Before he or the other Soldiers could say anything, she stabbed one in the neck with a Victorian umbrella. Shocked, his remaining comrade aimed his gun and fired at the girl to find her umbrella open and block the shots. In a swift motion, she pulled a cylindrical blade out from the handle, stabbing the Soldier in the neck as Chandler drew his pistol. She twirled elegantly and threw the needle point weapon at him, piercing his stomach, causing him to drop his pistol as he fell.
Blood started to pool in his mouth as he spat, Chandler Vaylish crawled towards his pistol, he didn't get far before a white and black heeled boot met his face. She reached down and pulled the blade from his gut, causing him to scream in pain. She slinged the blood off, before putting it back into her Parasol. The soldier laid in a pool of his own blood, his helmet was destroyed by her aura enhanced kick. He looked up in terror at the silent girl kneeling before him, sobbing as she did a motion with her finger to be quiet, then she picked up his pistol. As she rose, he said "Why?"
She smirked and did a shrug. "Why are you doing this?" He asked again, blood dripping down the corners of his mouth. She aimed the pistol at him, her umbrella giving her shade from the luminescent lights above. "Why-" All he saw was a flash, she saw him go limp as blood poured from his head. It was a shame to her, he was cute, but there could be no witnesses. She did her job, opening the door, she was met with the startled sights of the Faunus who worked for her friend. She motioned for them to enter and they did so cautiously, looking at the dead soldiers disturbed. People always seemed to be hypocritical with her, thinking her methods were too much, yet she knew these tools would've done the same thing to the men. She knelt over the poor man who pleaded and laid down his gun. It was the least that she could do.
Sub Levels, Fort Wise.
The halls were covered in blood splatter, puddles and dismembered and disemboweled bodies. All were VDF personnel who got in his way. In his hands. It was all so delectable, the Blood. It gave him life, it gave him power. It gave him ecstasy, euphoria. His semblance was the greatest blessing he could ever ask for. Before it, he was nothing. Just a low ranked Nightblade. Now, he was a Champion. He let the drained Meatbag fall to the floor as he closed his eyes and used his Bat echolocation to find more victims, there was another squad of Kingdomers a few hallways away. He readied his claws, and bared his fangs.
Main Building, Fort Wise.
This could not be happening. Their last stand was sabotaged as a lone White Fang agent took out most of the men in the sub levels. It was more akin to a dagger in the heart, than news. Now all that stood properly in their base was the Main Building, but even now, their savage attackers assaulted the upper levels. The General considered suicide, seeing how it's unlikely that their enemies would be merciful and if he did survive, he'd be a failure to all of his Country. A disgrace to his family name. From the hero of the Great War to his grandsons. Shamrock was a name that inspired courage in the hearts of every Valen.
He wouldn't, not anymore. He'd make his name a laughingstock. "General Shamrock, the upper levels have fallen." An Officer, no older than twenty six said somberly. "What do we do?"
"We fight. We have no other option, we don't negotiate with Terrorists." He drew his side arm, a dust revolver. It was best to play the part until the final act. "Get ready! We show these Rabid Animals how real Valen Soldiers fight!" They all drew their sidearms. A look of fear washed over some of the Men's faces, while a determined look took hold over the others and the three females in the room. They all took cover behind the computer terminals, gunfire echoed outside the room.
The General only regretted he couldn't see his wife, sons and grandchildren one last time as he cocked the revolver. The door opened as two Valen Infantrymen rushed and held the door closed. "Get ready!" One of them shouted, before the door burst open, throwing the two back. The Officers opened fire in a volley, shooting blindly into the entrance. They were greeted by an arc of lightning, incinerating half of the men in the room. General Shamrock looked on in horror at one of his subordinates, Nate aged twenty six, on the ground convulsing from the electrical shock, covered in black burns.
"Greetings gentlemen, I admire the valiant effort, but a true warrior such as I won't be felled by seat warmers like yourselves." A lone voice spoke with inflated ego. The General held his pistol by his chest, too afraid to look over his cover. "Now, I will give you brave cravens the chance to live, surrender the General to me and you will be free to leave to safety." Shamrock couldn't believe this was happening. This is how his life and career will end? In infamy and disgrace? The General bit his lip as he rose from behind the terminal with his gun raised before anyone could take the offer.
What he saw shook his resolve. There before them stood a Faunus with large white wings, silver hair and a signature Grimm mask of the White Fang. The long Katana like sword dripped blood and shimmered in electricity. There were no others with him but the splatter of blood visible on the wall in the hallway. The Man showed no fear, but wore a cocky smirk. One displaying confidence in everything he did.
"Are you going to use that General?" He asked, raising his free hand up in a gesture, "Or are you afraid?" Shamrock scoffed.
"Who are you? You don't sound like a White Fang Leader." He changed the subject. "You're too formal and disciplined to be one." The Unknown Warrior raises his left pointer finger at him.
"Great observation." The Eagle Faunus switched hands with his sword and slammed his fist against his chest, "You know who I serve, General."
"So you Draconic Bastard's are now advocates for Faunus Liberation?"
"No," He took off the mask, holding it in his hand examining it, revealing golden eyes. "We're just using the Mutts to further our goals. One day they'll all be our slaves as well as your pathetic countrymen."
"That's rich talk, coming from a Faunus." Shamrock Notice his last men, giving nods from the sidelines.
"My people care not for the other breeds nor do we concern ourselves with Kingdom Mongrels. You Kingdomers are all weak heretics, no matter Human or Faunus." Some of his fellows reloaded their guns as others repositioned themselves. "As such, your liberation can only come in chains."
"You could never win against Atlas nor Vale in a war, as much as you and your superiors seem to think. You fanatics will be opposed by every Man and Woman in every city and town."
"Then that's simply more sacrifices to be had. More offerings to the great feast." He challenged, raising his blade with both hands. "I can't wait. This mission is just one more step to glory." Suddenly, the rest of the Officers rose up with their hand guns aimed.
"You won't get out of here alive." The General said with his own smirk.
"That's funny." The Man grinned, "I was going to say that." The Faunus swooped up in the large room and came down on a random man, cutting him in half. He turned and slashed through a woman with brown hair, as he moved towards another man. They fired at him erratically, but he either was too fast or the shots didn't breach his aura. He slashed an older man's throat, and in a twirl he disemboweled another. A Young Officer came at him with a chair, he sidestepped and stabbed him through the back. Pulling out the blade, he decapitated another and slashed a black haired woman's throat. Swiping his blade clean, he turned to the last three people.
General Shamrock's mouth fell, as he watched the warrior. He realized that for the White Fang to have had this much success in this attack, that it was this Man who earned them this victory. "General! Get out of here! We'll hold him off!" The Last Woman, a blonde named Loretta told him. Her hands trembled as she aimed the pistol at the Murderer staring at them with an arrogant grin. The other Man with her looked on the verge of crying.
The General realized how pointless running was, if he or they tried, they would die. He was too fast and powerful for a retreat or a victory. "It's pointless…" He sputtered, walking backwards slowly.
"Yes," Jupiter spoke, "Yes it is." He moved with lightning speed and decapitated the last two grunts. His Target aimed his pitiful pistol and shot, only for it to do nothing to his impenetrable aura. He maneuvered around the gun and grabbed his arm with his left hand, snapping it with a squeeze, causing him to drop the pistol as he stabbed the man through the stomach. Blood sputtered from Shamrock's mouth as the blade pierced through his guts and out his back. Placing his left hand on the General's back as he brought him in for a deathly embrace, he whispered into the dying man's ear. "Sorry General, but you were too weak to stop me. Because of you, Vale will fall. We will be triumphant and your pathetic nation will be enslaved. You have given us the first step to victory." As the man gurgled and convulsed, he whispered one prayer, "May the Gods feast on your soul, flesh and blood. May Raptor crack your bones. Legio Aeternal." Shamrock went limp with despair in his eyes, Jupiter pulled his blade from his gut and let him fall.
Turned around, he admired his handy work. He never ceased to impress himself. Getting focused, he knelt by the General and searched his pockets and found a keychain. Pocketing it, he went to an undamaged terminal, pulling out a usb drive. Putting the drive in, a bar popped up on the screen.
Downloading: 01%.
He smiled.
Armory, Fort Wise.
Roman couldn't believe almost everything had gone according to plan. He was sure that the Eagle Faunus and most of the White Fang Members would have died, except for those that came in the way they did. They were carrying the stuff off to a bunch of Trucks in the armory's transport garage. It was ironic to him that the way they brought dust and weapons in was the way they were going out. Neo returned from her job to wait for the Animals with a good number to help the ones already doing the moving. With a few more crates and the 'special surprise' rigged, they would be ready to go. He sat down in a chair, cigar in hand. Neo looked through the pockets of the dead Soldier Boys they encountered earlier.
"What the fuck!?" One animal screamed, he got up and looked in the direction it came from. Both he and Neo were disgusted with what they saw. It was the Bat Faunus, he was covered in blood. His hood was down, revealing a face with wide red eyes and blood caked around his mouth and some in his hair. It was all over his arms and hands. He walked slowly with a psychotic smile on his face towards the two Thieves.
"I did my task." He quietly said with a timid laugh, "It was fun." Roman scratched the back of his head as he tried to conjure up a reply.
"Uh, yeah. I'm glad for you buddy but uh, can you go over to the trucks?"
"Suuure, is there blood there?" Pluto replies drawn out. Roman and Neo exchanged a look.
"No, but you'll get some when we get back to base." Roman lied.
"T-That...would be bliss…" He turned around and walked slowly over to the trucks. Roman turned to Neo to see her point at the Bat and back to her head, doing a swirl motion with her finger.
"Yeah..." He sighed, "He makes Cinder's Pet look normal."
Abandoned Warehouse, Vale.
Cinder couldn't help but watch with a smile, the News was abuzz with the battle being waged at Fort Wise, everything was exactly in their favor. "What do you think, Emerald?" She asked her longtime associate, she had brown skin, mint green hair and crimson red eyes. She wore a green, white and black exposing top with brown and white pants. She sat with Cinder at a table, they both were drinking wine.
"To be honest Ma'am," She began after taking a drink, "It's gonna be a shit show tomorrow." She sat her glass down. "What do you think the Kingdom is going to do in response?"
Cinder looked into her glass, into the red surface of the wine and into her reflection. "I think the Old Men and Women on the Valen Council and Parliament will continue with their endless bickering as always." She turned and looked at Emerald, "This event will change nothing in those regards. The VDF might try and use this as a reason to rearm and expan, but with most of Parliament filled with Labor and Peace Party Members, I doubt that will happen. The Nationalists will use this as an example of the other parties incompetence, while the Conservatives will act like this is all the fault of the previous three. All while Peace will ramble on about coming to an agreement with the people and Labor shilling for the Fang. The people will be divided between these factions and there will probably be a riot. The polarization of Vale has been going on since the end of the last two wars, this will be nothing but a larger tear in the fabric" She chuckled, "It really is entertaining, Politics are the games of fools."
She placed her hand on her chest and sighed, "I wish he was here right now, he would love to see this."
"He's probably watching the news with Mercury right now if they're not doing anything, though I doubt Mercury would pay much attention." She looked at the screen, the news anchors saying things she didn't care about. "Do you think they'll be done with their mission soon?" Cinder took a sip and replied.
"I doubt it, this will most likely embolden the Æthelan Freedom this, they'll have to stay and help them a bit longer." The Greenette shook her head in disappointment.
"Why do people fight over such petty things?" She asked theoretically, "There's nothing to gain if you're dead, no money and no luxury. The White Fang and Krimson Hand, Æthelan Freedom Front and now, the Last Legion. Why do people throw away their lives for things that are supposed to be over? Æthel is now Ethel, Humans and Faunus are all supposed to be equal now and the Last Legion's Empire collapsed over a thousand years ago. I just don't see the point for these grunts to toss away their lives like that."
"It's simple Emerald, it's because of Politics and Power for the leaders. For the 'Grunts', it's just something to believe in. The Æthelans have been fighting for independence ever since they were conquered, in their hatred of Vale, they even supported their exiled kin from Mantle in the invasion of Sanus at the hope of freedom from Valen culture even if it meant they would have new oppressive rulers who just happened to be similar." She explained.
"Then Humans and Faunus have always sought to dominate each other, if it wasn't for the Fall of the Gaian Empire seven hundred years ago from the Alliance of Man, then this very continent could have had a very different outcome. We could have seen a reverse White Fang and Krimson Hand, but instead it has been the victories and defeats that have determined this outcome." She smirked, "The Kingdoms are held on by a thread, and our efforts are unraveling them. Soon, the world will tear itself apart once more and the victors will write the new rules. Just like the Ancient Draconians, and the Gaians and recently the Valish. With our hidden ace for the Last Legion, we'll be the ones who shall write them, Emerald."
Abandoned Building, Hidden ÆFF Base, Ethel.
"That's what the Talvolk get for having most of their dogs in our land." A Man said, he was middle aged and wore casual clothing. He had a beard and a scar on his chin, Orange eyes and a buzzed haircut. "This will make them take their forces down south to protect their Beschissen City." He took a drink from a beer bottle and slammed it down. He sat at a table, watching Vale News Network.
"Do not get overconfident Adalbert." A man responded, dressed in Black pants, gloves, boots and hooded tailcoat. His upper part of his face was covered by an expressionless white opera mask that hid his forehead, nose and cheeks, below his nose his mouth, chin and jaw were exposed. His skin was pale, his eyes shrouded in shadow by his hood. He sat on a tan couch in the dark room, he held a sheathed katana in between his legs like one would a cane. His lips curled up in a smirk as he spoke with a regal elegance, "Overconfidence has been the downfall of many. It could be the downfall of Vale, just like it was Æthel's."
"Æthel fought with honor! Those Talvolk trash never had any when they invaded our lands, raped our women and killed our Kaiser! While our kin let them into their lands long ago, letting them preserve their foreign customs. They had no such mercy when they forced our Volk to forget our culture, our language! Exiling those who would not bow to an frozen inhospitable land! We-" He was interrupted by the third man in the room.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it. You're still so hurt by things that happened long before your dad banged your mom." He leaned by the wall behind the couch with his arms crossed. He had silvery gray hair and Gray eyes, a pale complexion with a cocky smirk. He wore gray and black clothes, a collared partial-zip jacket with black and dark grey rerebraces and vambraces.
"You wouldn't understand, neither of you come from this land. You're both nervige Mistralians!"
"Actually, I was born and raised not far from Middenland." Raising a hand, "And will you stop speaking words from that dead language? Totally out of style." The Æthelan stood up, anger burning in his eyes.
"As long as our people live, our tongue will not die!" He slammed a fist down on the table, "And Middenland? Ha, those bootlicking swine no longer deserve to call themselves Æthelan!"
"Oh I'm so sorry!" He brought his hands together in a begging motion, "Please forgive me, Middenland was soooo wrong for keeping up with the times."
"Why you little fotze-"
"Gentlemen, calm down." The Man in all black spoke, tasing a hand. "Mercury, I do love your sense of humor, but please do not rile up our host."
"Sorry Erik, I'm just getting bored hearing the same phrases over and over again." The Boy said with fake guilt.
"I'm the one who deserves an apology!"
"Adalbert, I understand your pain and that of your people." Erik turned to him, "But please, for the sake of my partner, tone down the jargon."
"Alright…" He sat back down in the wooden chair. "It doesn't matter. This blow shall rejuvenate our cause!" The Hooded man shook his head.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, this is a victory for the White Fang and will embolden your countrymen who are Faunus." Adalbert's eyes widened with fury.
"No animal is a countryman of mine!" He said hatefully, "All those pests were forced here by the damn Valish! No doubt to force my people to breed with them and to get them out of their precious Vale!"
"'Tis a shame you see it that way," Erik sighed, "You Æthelans would have more of a chance at Independence if you'd treat the Faunus better."
"We would lose all our honor and nobility to ally ourselves with those vermin." He scoffed, "All they've ever been is a parasite forced upon us by the Talvolk. They even forced our cousins of Solitas to take them in after the Weltkrieg." He got up, "Enough of this, I'm going to call our men in Saxus. It's time Æthel's Son's remind the Talvolk who these lands belong to." He walked out of the room. Mercury walked over to Erik and sat on the couch.
"Do you think this was orchestrated by Cinder?" He asked.
"Most certainly so." He leaned back and put a hand on his chest, smiling "Mine love doth cometh up with the most wondrous of plans."
Authors Note:
Well that's done and over with, by far my shortest chapter lately. I know some people might be tired of the Villain's constant perspectives lately, but the next few chapters will be mostly Umbra or Rwby centric. The effects of the Battle of Fort Wise will be big is all I'll say on that. And for anyone curious, I'll just explain that Æthel is a city in the North of eastern Sanus.
Bonus points to anyone who can guest who the inspiration for 'Erik' is.
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