In the beginning, there was only Darkness. Eternal, churning, cold, void, chaotic Darkness. And that's exactly how the Darkness liked it. Yet, in this age before time, God said "let there be Light!" And thus the Light was born, and with It came time, matter, and the laws of our universe as we understand it. Yet the Darkness hated this Light, hated God, hated all of creation that wasn't Itself. Thus bitterness and hate was born long, long before the first of men walked the Earth. Before Earth itself was yet to even be thought of.
With no way to truly express Its rage and hate, the Darkness was left to stew in its own fury for thousands if not millions of centuries. It was driven mad by Its own inability to control the world around It... until man was born. It was with Adam and Eve's youngest son, Cain, that the Darkness was able to first express Itself. Centuries passed, and with time man grew to fear the darkness, and that's exactly how the Darkness liked it. Fear, chaos, and murder not only fed Its power, but Its ego as well. And as Its power and ego grew, so did Its cruelty and brutality.
For now, this is all that you must know. Their is much you don't yet understand, you'll never be able to understand. Yet their is more to be said, but not about the Darkness. The story of a little girl, named Ruby Rose. Born to Taiyang Xiao Long and Summer Rose, Ruby lived a relatively normal and happy childhood with her parents and older half-sister. That was until one fateful day...
There came a time when Ruby's mother took her out for a hunt. It was supposed to be easy. Only a week away from home. But that week became two. Then three, and then four, and then five. Qrow Branwen, Ruby's pseudo uncle, went out to find her. In one world, a happier one, he succeeded in finding the child, but not her mother. It truly is a shame this world, however, is far, far too cruel for such a act of kindness. No, in our cruel, heartless realm, something else discovered the girl. Something inhuman, something with sinister plans for the poor, poor child. Ruby's fate is about to grow much, much... darker.
The snow crunched under Its feet. Will, its vessel's feet. He was weak, lived a depressing childhood in the middle of nowhere. Little more then a shell for Its will. Exactly how the Darkness likes it. A weak willed host, one that gives in. It had manifested a more... fitting appearance around the body. Armor as black as night with the texture of obsidian surrounded the man, leaving no skin to be seen. The fingers ended in razor sharp tips, same with the toes. The armor gave off the appearance of a very muscular build, and combined with the host's natural height of 6'9, it formed a very intimidating appearance. Red glowing highlights were the only source of color on the armor, aside from the eyes. The eyes were small, never blinked and glowed a dark, sinister gold with no other colors to speak of. The mouth was skeletal in form, and held short, white fangs perfect for tearing flesh and bone. Small spikes protruded out of the armor's shoulders, knees, the back of it's hands and upper back.
Several long, powerful tentacles protruded out of it's back, and all of them ended in ends more powerful then steel and sharper then the sharpest blade. However, two serpentine creatures also extended out of It's back, with golden glowing eyes and a massive mouth filled with long, thin fangs and a forked tongue. They occasionally fought with each other, but preferred to simply hiss at the nothing in particular or kill any animal It happened across.
The place It had managed to lose Itself within was a large forest, during the middle of winter. The winds howled like angry beasts as the only source of light was the fractured moon above, whose silver rays were free to touch the Earth. Why had It come here? One might wonder. The answer is simple. Things had gone... wrong. Its existence was dangerously close to being revealed to the greater world, and thus It fled, but not before... 'removing' certain individuals.
It wondered aimlessly, with no real objective or goal in mind. Even a creature as inhuman and monstrous as the Darkness can appreciate the little things in life. Such as the sounds the humans made when their bones snapped, or how they screamed as their flesh would be torn and eviscerated. Funnily enough, Its favorite color was red. Blood red, to be specific.
"Hey, boss!" A high pitched voice yelled, accompanied by a unnatural echo, "I found somethin' over here!" It turned Its gaze towards a small, black skinned, goblin like creature. The creature's arms were unnaturally long, it's fingers bone thin and its nails long and as sharp as a razor. It's legs were bent like a wolf's, and it possessed only three toes. Its ears were pointed and long, relatively speaking, that is. Its mouth extended and formed into a psuedo snout, and lacked any lips. Yet its teeth were flat and sharp, like a shark's. Its mouth was trapped in a permanent, inhuman grin. This creature was known as a Darkling, a being created by the Darkness to serve as extensions of Its will.
"What is it?" The Darkness responded in a impatient tone, yet the Darkling's only response was to raise it's right hand and motion for It to come closer. It made a strange sound that was a mixture between a hiss and a annoyed groan, yet after a moment's hesitation, It complied. After all, It had nothing better to do tonight. The Darkling scurried down a ancient, forgotten pathway. The walk was brief, mind you, yet that didn't halt the Darkness mind from wondering. What had the little thing found? A human? Or something else? It briefly considered simply looking there. No, look isn't the accurate word. The Darkness is a semi-omnipresent creature, existing everywhere that is sufficiently dark enough. Yet It had learned to tone out most of Its senses over time, and only saw around Its host's body, and through their eyes. Yet, if necessary, It could. always expand them once again. It decided against that idea. No need. It'd be a waste of time and energy.
The sweet, subtle scent of fresh blood reached It, and Its eyes lit up with excitement like a child on Christmas eve. What was near? It must be a human, what else would it be? But why is a human here? Is it already dead? It must be. Why else would the scent of blood be here? What other explanation could there be?
"Lookie here, boss! It's a kid!" The little thing rasped between madden giggles. It looked to where the Darkling's own eyes were staring, and true to the monster's words, a child laid there. It studded the bundle of tissue and bone, taking in it's form. Small, thin, drenched in blood and gore. Her clothes were torn, dirtied with mud and old blood, and her foot was adorned in a small, black shoe. She wore a thick coat around her, but one of the sleeves were missing, revealing her left arm. The flesh was unnaturally pale, almost porcelain like. A large gash starting from her shoulder and ending by her elbow was exposed to the open world, revealing bones and dark red flesh and meat. She was as still as stone, her eyes shut. The only indicator of her life was the slight rising and falling of her chest, followed by the exhale of steamy breath.
It stood still as the Darkling approached her, the little creature taking exaggerated steps as its grin grew into a smile. How... impressive of this human, to still cling to life here, while teetering on the edge of death. Such will... such desire to live. It would almost regret killing such a persistent soul, but she had no purpose, no place in this world. It turned from the body as the Darkling raised it's clawed hand high above her, and let loose it's swing.
Just as the Darkness took a step, and the Darkling's claws graced the flesh of her cheek, her moonlight silver eyes opened, and out came a flood of bright, powerful silver light. The Darkling died before it could even comprehend what was happening, and the Darkness let out a inhuman scream of pain as It was banished from physical existence for a moment, before the light vanished as quickly as it appeared, allowing the Darkness to quickly manifest once more.
It's head snapped in the direction of the girl, and for a moment the two eyes locked with each other. One so young, confused, terrified. The other filled with murderous rage, and the slightest hint of fear. It hissed again, and in a burst of inhuman speed, It was before her, Its right hand covering her eyes, as Its left gripped her throat and began to squeeze. She could hardly manage a weak grasp as her life was being stolen from her, and as her conciousness faded into nothingness, It let go.
It paused as countless thoughts ran through Its mind. What kind of a idiot would dare attack It? Did this stupid Maggot think she could defeat It? What was that light, where had it come from? Why did it hurt so much? Why was it so powerful? It couldn't be... no, It had been dealt with centuries ago. That, this light felt... different. It wasn't the same as It. So what is going on here?
It retracted Its limb, Its serpentine Darklings hissing and snapping at the unconscious body. This... creature... this human, how... intriguing. She could make a very, very interesting puppet. But first, those eyes must be dealt with...