In the barn upstairs is Red, holding his guitar and absent-mindedly play some chords, "~He'll say I'm their hero, I won't be Lionize! He sees a symbol of hope and justice the body of his rage!~ That could work." He grabs his pen and writes it down.

Noise suddenly comes from the 'door'. He gets up and runs to his sword. Red reaches out for it but stops himself from gripping it, looking at a black cloth wrapped around his right wrist, remembering his past. "No. No blood." He calms himself and clench his away from it, "Who's there?"

"Just your friendly neighborhood, Cyrin." He hears muffled.

Adam releases his breath and heads to the plank he uses. He moves it away and sees a smiling Cyrin. "Sup."

"Come in. Don't make yourself at home."

The cyan girl falls down on his bed and laughs briefly, "Great on-point sarcasm, Red. Singing that song of yours?"

Red's lips gives a smile, "Singing. Yeah, I guess." Cyrin looks at his sword. How the red blade hasn't been clean in years, sitting there on a stand. Red looks at it, with guilt and regret. "I should put that away." He walks to the table where the sword and goes to hold it with his right hand. His movement stop, giving it a gap of space. He looks at it with worry and anger and tries to push down but fails. He grabs his floating hand by the wrist with the other. He tries to force his hand down, harder and harder but ends up snapping his wrist. "Aaah!"

Cyrin gets up to her friend's wrist snapping, "Red!"

He gestures his left hand to stop her. "I'm alright." Red looks at his wrist and grips it. It makes a popping sound as he fixes his wrist. "Gah!" He breathes heavily for a while then gets a grip on his breathing. He glances at Cyrin, worried and frightened by him. "Sorry. Little... inconvenience I had. What were here for, Cyrin?"

Cyrin puts a finger to her chin, "Well, I was thinking you could have breakfast at my sister' place? And maybe you can tell me about-"

"No."

"Aw come on dude!"

"Forget it." Red falls to the floor, leaning on the bedside, "Why are you so interested in my past? It's been 5 years since you and your sister took me in. And I love it here, the breeze, the work, farms."

"You have that sword of yours. It looks like something a Huntsman would have." Cyrin answers.

"It was a... gift." He replies. Cyrin is not convinced. "Look, I don't like talking about my past." He pulls himself but feels another pain to his legs. He covers it enough that Cyrin doesn't notice. "Let's get breakfast."

"Yeah. Asoar probably made eggs and bacon again." Cyrin says.

"My favorite. Right after toast."

(Back to our Grimm Crusader)

Walking back into the house, I smell burnt yolk and meat, it smells... absolutely mouth-watering. I run past Asoar and see the alluring foodstuff. As my body turns the corner, I see it, lying there on top of a dish.

I haven't smelt anything like that in gods knows what.

"Huh?" My vision comes back to me, my body is sitting on a flat and what I can presume is wood with my vision cone having Asoar on my left, Cyrin's on the right and one other Venator I look straight at.

"Someone's out of his food coma." Asoar says, I think insultingly? "You fell asleep immediately after you finish your dish, Mr. Dougal."

"Yeah I never thought I'll be meeting you when I saw you sleeping. Even pushed you to wake you up." the unknown Venator says. That Venator, brown hair with red, horns that are smooth and unnatural, where is his mask? "Well, glad to meet you Ares." He greets me. "I'm-"

"You're Adam Taurus."

The two Venators that rescued me look at me with uncertainty and confusion. "What? No, I'm Red Mino."

"I am certain you're Adam Taurus. The Venator that fought for the White Fang in Vale."

"What?"

"You're Adam Taurus?" Cyrin says with blissful disbelief and Asoar looks at Adam with shock in her eyes.

"Look you got the wrong-"

"No, I am correct. Aren't I?"

He looks at them with desperation that he flips the table to me. My body's first instinct is to catch the table with my claws. "What the?" I hear. I look at my claws and they have punctured the table.

"What are you?" Adam asks.

No point in keeping it secret, I've already made myself known. I take out one my claws and move the table out of my vision. "I am Grimm, I am Beowolf, I am Alpha. My body has been turned into a Venator's. And you have gotten yourself into my path!" I charge at Adam, reaching my claws at his face. He leans back to the two slashes I throw and he gets a leg to my stomach and pushes me back. I trip on the chair and fall down.

My neck pulls forward as I see Adam wielding a chair and coming down on me, the body of mine rolls over from the former leader. The chairs collide and smashes to pieces. "You can't be a Grimm! They're all gone!"

"I'm aware of my predicament and it may sound inconceivable but I am truly Grimm!" Venator hands grab his collar and they throw him to the sink. The body run at him and clenched hands make contact to his head.

"You guys stop!" I hear from behind. I push him down with my forearm.

"Stop this!" I shout at him, "I don't want to end your life!"

"Finding that hard to believe for someone claiming to be a Grimm!" His right hand reaches for a set of handles. He pulls one out to reveal a short blade. I pull back but it is too late. He slashes my new body's skin. One on the right hand and one on my rightcheek. I look at my sliced hand and black blood falls from it. But his face, it fills with fear. "No, no! no no no no no no!" His fear is absolutely tasteful. It must be his first time being afraid for a long time. He needs to quiet down!

I lunge at him and pin him down, I quiet him down with my sliced hand. He struggles with me but something happens. His eyes, the sclera begins to have black veins in it. My body reels back in shock.

"What the-" *Metal colliding with his head*

(POV Change)

Asoar swung the frying pan to Ares' head and he falls on Red, blood spilling out on their floor and on Red. "No no no no no no no no no no no no!" Red continues to repeat. The younger sister goes to him and pulls him off and away from Ares' corpse.

"No blood. No blood. No blood. No blood. No blood. No blood." Red says in a trance-like and scared state.

Cyrin lightly taps Red's face, "Red, it's over."

"No blood. No blood. No blood. No blood. No blood." He continues and doesn't hear Cyrin's voice.

She thinks to the name Ares said, "Adam." Red looks up to Cyrin, out of his trance and with desperate eyes and hope.

"Cyrin."

She finally sees the black veins in his eyes, "Dude, your eyes."

"What about-AAAHH!" Adam suddenly screams and grabs his head in pain. He convulses with terror and his veins visibly appears with black instead of blue. His sclera becomes black and his iris turns to red with a yellow center. He gets up but bones audibly snaps and reshapes entirely, his body creates more keratin for his horns as they push out. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" He falls down as his eyes closes.

Cyrin realizes the situation they're in, "Holy crap. Red's dead. Ares is dead. Sis, we got two dead people in our house! Ares killed Red and then you fucking murdered Ares with a frying pan!"

"I know!" her sister shouts back, "Look, we need to call the poli-" She stops herself.

"Call the police!? Oh yeah, great idea. 'Hey Officer? Yeah, a friend of mine died from someone my sister also-'" Cyrin looks at Ares' body coming back up. Blood stops flowing from his head and stretches his back.

Ares cracks his neck and shoulders, "So that how it feels like to die again." He looks back to Asoar, Cyrin with the slash on his right cheek and hand gone. "I suppose I have to explain myself."

"You just killed Red and you want to explain yourself why you killed him!?" Cyrin shouts.

"He has not been killed." Ares says. "I can see his Aura changing. His breathing is silent but here."

Cyrin looks at him, confused by his statement, "You sound really crazy, you know that?." She says with hostility.

"I'm aware of what I've said." The Grimm Faunus lifts up Adam's eyelid, seeing his right blue eye is mixing with the yellow center, "Looks to some side effects. The natural eye color seem to have mixed with a yellow center. Horns have also grown as well. Possible mutations from the blood on my hand." He grips Adam' wrist and tries to snap it, "No audible bone snap. Or any dislocated." He sees where the drops of his blood landed. It rotted the wooden floor, "My blood reacted so differently to organic materials then to Venators."

"Excuse me? Vena-what?" Asoar says with confusion. "And please stop examining our friend' body as if it is a cadaver."

He does so and gets Adam' body up, he props him on the wall, "Venator. It is our word for your kind."

"Humans?" Cyrin says with curiosity then animosity.

"No, Venator is the word for Hunter. We originally called you Ashlings or Dust-Pups when your kind crawled out. Didn't worked that well when your kind started to kill mine. So Venator worked better." Ares explains with slight annoyance.

"What about Faunus? What are they called?" Cyrin asks.

"Venator." Ares replies.

"So, Venator is a generalization for both Humans and Faunus?"

"Mind regaling me why you called each other Humans and Faunus, Cyrin." Ares asks back.

Cyrin goes to speak but looks to Adam, who's eyes begin to open. She drops down and taps him on the shoulder, "Hey Red, you there?"

"Yeah... I'm here." Adam says, trying to get his grip back. He looks at his young friend, riddled with guilt, "Now you know who I was."

Cyrin gets up and offers her hand to him, "Come on Red, quit the guilty look." Red accepts and Cyrin pulls him up. Red gives her a light punch on the shoulder, "What was that for?"

"That was for the guilty bit." Red goes to slide back his hair, only to feel a spike on his head. He moves his hand slightly higher and grips his grown horn, "Well, I'm going to have a hard time sleeping."

(Back to Ares POV)

Why did I spare him? Why did my instincts go to cover his mouth? Must be the Venator body. I am focusing too hard on a minor event. Though I like to see if inherited some Grimm abilities or perhaps something new. "Now that confrontation is out of the way, Adam Taurus, why have you degraded yourself to this life?"

Adam looks at me with anger in his Aura, "I was degraded. Back when I was in the White Fang. You're looking at the wrong person. I'm not Adam Taurus."

"I am certain you are-"

"I'M NOT HIM!" His anger is against... himself? "Adam Taurus is dead."

(T-L-G)

Well, Red is the first to experience the blood of The Last Grimm and is Adam. And it seems like he doesn't want to be Adam anymore. And now Asoar and Cyrin know what he was. What will Ares do? And cheers to the first new ability of Ares, what should I call it?

Anyhow, time to go to how it works.

Ares' human blood has fused with his Beowolf vessel, even more so with his soul. The inherent good that Venators supposedly have corrupted his vessel's original purpose. To torment the soul. But it instead helps the soul by assisting the body. It's also very specific to the two species living on Remnant and even more so with Faunus, such as Red's bones hardening and his horns growing.

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Merendinoemiliano: I'm not honestly sure how to interpret that last part. Corrupted animals that could become a source of food and resources?

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