And so it truly begins. As Anarchy and his army of Grimm neared Vale, he could see the turrets on the wall take aim at the horde. They started firing, but while they were killing many Grimm, they were barely putting a dent in their numbers. The bullets weren't doing much to Anarchy either. They hurt, but weren't doing any damage as far as he could tell. They reached the wall, and it only reached up to his chest. He used his ax to destroy the turrets firing at them, then smashed the wall, giving the Grimm easy access to the city. As he stepped over the rubble, he could see soldiers evacuating civilians as they were preparing to defend. He could feel their fear wash over him. It was euphoric.
"Slay them all! Leave no survivors!" He ordered his soldiers, along with a mental order to capture Cinder Fall and bring her to him. And so the slaughter began.
The Grimm poured into the city, killing indiscriminately, Coco leading the charge. Anarchy walked through the streets towards Beacon, shooting down Bullheads with his fire wave and effortlessly destroying Paladins. He also smashed buildings with soldiers in them. As he made his way to the Academy, he saw students engaging his Grimm in combat. He disintegrated them with unholy fire. Eventually he arrived at Beacon. He began eliminating the students, the older ones being a little tougher due to their experience. Surprisingly, there was no sign of Ruby or Yang. He did, however, see CRDL. They didn't last five seconds. After seeing that the Grimm could handle things from there, he ordered them to clear out the building, guard the Fall Maiden but not kill her, and guard building after it was clear. It was to be his castle.
He could hear fighting from the top of the tower. He could guess who it was. As he was wondering how he was going to get to the top, he heard a roar in the distance. The Dragon was coming. It landed in front of him, allowing him to mount it.
"Take me to the top, Ares." He ordered, naming the dragon. Ares took off, flying towards the battle. As he was nearing the top, he could hear the battle stop. Pyrrha was a skilled fighter, and would make an excellent Commander. It would be a shame if Cinder killed her. They reached the top, and he saw Cinder about to shoot Pyrrha in the chest. Ares grabbed Cinder as Anarchy dismounted. He picked up Pyrrha and was about to remount Ares when Cinder called after him, recognizing the A on his face.
"Jason!" She yelled in rage.
"Jason is dead. There is only Anarchy." He corrected her. "I told you my master would make me stronger. I am stronger than you, stronger than Ozpin, even stronger than Salem. I shall destroy Remnant in the name of Ctoggha, the god who gave me this power."
"Are you going to kill me as well?" She asked.
"No." He laughed. "I have better plans for you two."
Right as he said that, the elevator opened and a Beowolf pushed Amber's pod out. Impressed by how fast they worked, he picked up the pod, mounted his dragon, then they flew off while Ares was carrying Cinder and Pyrrha.
The Pit
They arrived at their destination, and Ares dropped the two girls before touching down next to the Pit. Pyrrha was to weak from her fight to try and run but Cinder immediately tried making a break for it. Anarchy quickly caught her, grabbing her and pinning her arms to her sides from his grip. He started walking towards the lake of red, picking up Pyrrha on the way, and stopping at the edge.
"One this day, your souls are sacrificed to Void, and your bodies will be bent to my will. You will make wonderful Commanders in my army, and aid me greatly in my conquest of Remnant. For death! For destruction! In the name of Ctoggha!"
And with those words, he cast them into the Pit. They struggled against the tide, but eventually they went under the waves. The lake began to glow an ominous red, as Cinder, no doubt, used her powers to fight the conversion process. But it was in vain. After several minutes of fighting, the lake calmed, and the two emerged from the Pit, grimmified and under his control. He looked to Amber's pod, which was lying on the ground next to him, and crushed it and what was inside it with a stomp. The other half of the Fall Maiden's power quickly went to Cinder, bringing her to her full potential.
He had waited to do that until after she had been converted. He didn't want her to escape before she was under his influence. As he was about to mount Ares and return to Vale, he felt his master's presence. He rested his ax on the ground and knelt before Him.
"You have done well my Champion. With every soul you sacrifice to the Pit, my connection to this world grows stronger. I can now speak to you directly for much longer."
"What would you have me do, my Lord?" He heard a deep rumble. He guessed it was a laugh.
"I want this victory to be yours. I only interfered as directly as I did so I could inform you of your purpose, and to break your mortal shackles. From this point forth, you may proceed with the destruction of Remnant in any way you see fit, I simply wish to observe. Eternity can be dull, and this is the most entertainment I have had the privilege of experiencing in eons."
"As you wish."
He felt his master leave, and he rose to his feet. He, along with his new Commanders, mounted Ares and made for Vale to aid in further destroying Vale.
By the time they returned to his kingdom, only the Grimm remained. And as it turned out, his Commanders had very limited control over the Grimm. But, through experimentation, he discovered they could only control five at a time, so it is not even close to binging as powerful as him, even before his ascension. He ordered a quarter of his Grimm to begin work on a throne big and sturdy enough for him to sit, and the rest to guard Vale. He ordered Cinder to rule his kingdom while he was not there, and Coco and Pyhrra were to hunt what remained of teams RWBY and JNPR, capture them, and return them to him. From there he would determine who was worthy of conversion, and who would be fed to Ares.
After the matters of his new kingdom, he left with a small detachment of Grimm and Odin to destroy any towns and villages remained. All of Vale would be his, then he could properly strategize the conquering of the rest of Remnant without interference from within his own home. Since most of his Grimm couldn't fly, he had to go on foot. As he travelled to the closest village, he thought about what he would call his realm. There were many different options, but none of them stood out to him. The Grimmlands were already taken, and it wasn't even all that intimidating of a name, at least to him.
Night had fallen and it had begun to heavily rain by the time he could see the town. Its name was unimportant, as it would be a smoldering heap by the end of the day. He couldn't actually see the town, but he could see small lights from the streetlamps and from the windows of homes. He didn't know what to expect, so he sent Odin ahead for recon and to disable they CCTV tower. Ctoggha had left behind one last gift before leaving everything to Anarchy. He had made Odin terrifyingly intelligent, on the same level as a human. He had also gifted him the ability to speak, giving him the official title as Anarchy's Spy. He had even stunted his growth, so he could remain hard to spot.
After a half an hour, Odin returned.
"What did you see?" He questioned.
"They have increased security significantly since retrieving news of Vale's fall to you, my King." Odin informed him. "It seems every man, woman and child has taken up arms to defend against you. Disabling their communications was not challenging, it was simply a matter of searching for gaps in their patrols to slip through."
"You have done well. I shall give you three corpses to feast upon when the village has fallen." Odin cawed happily at this promise, and perched himself on Anarchy's shoulder.
"One more thing, my King. It would seem Winter Schnee is there, serving as the town's lone Huntress."
"Hm? Well this is a pleasant surprise. If the Beowolves and Ursa cannot handle her, I may have to deal with this myself. But why would she be here alone, without any backup?"
"From what I heard from her conversation with the town Mayor, it would seem she disagreed with Ironwood's decision to pull out of Vale completely, and went rogue."
"Wonderful." He turned to the rest of his Grimm." "I want you all to storm in there, and slaughter anything with a heartbeat. But leave the huntress to me. Now go and kill in the name of Ctoggha!" The Grimm roared their approval, and they began their charge. As they marched towards the town, he decided on a name for his kingdom.
"For the glory of Oblivion!"
William was the only soldier to follow Winter when she left the Atlesian military. The General's decision to abandon Vale to the Grimm disgusted him, so he escaped with Winter. He had been cleaning on one of the warships, a punishment for getting into a fistfight with some racist prick that was harrassing Faunus in the streets while he was on patrol, when the Grimm horde and their leader, Anarchy, had attacked. He hadn't actually gotten a chance to see Anarchy himself, but from the images and videos that had gotten glimpses of him, he was massive. He could never find a photo or video footage that showed the King of the Grimm clearly, but what little he could piece together, he was taller than even the walls around Vale.
Winter was currently serving as Head of the Guard, with the Guard consisting of everyone that could carry a weapon, while William was her right-hand man. As he was going over their food stores, he heard something that made his blood run cold, even colder than the rain had already made it. He heard howling and roaring in the distance. He unslung his rifle and high-tailed it over to the side of the village it had come from, along with everyone else. They stood with their weapons ready, some with guns, others with crude makeshift axes and spears.
They could see a strange light coming from a distance, and it seemed to be getting steadily closer. As he was trying to figure out what it was, lightning flashed, revealing the form of a massive humanoid in bone armor, wielding a giant, double-sided ax, alongside a platoon of Grimm. He lit his ax entirely on fire after the flash. Anarchy had come.
They were so close now they were illuminated by the light from the town. Everyone with guns opened fire, trying to kill the Grimm but only succeeding in riling them up. The horde hit, and it was a bloodbath, only Winter survived, having been further back when they attacked. Willam's last thing William felt before being shredded was forlorn dismay, as he gazed upon Anarchy's full glory.
Anarchy thought he saw an Atlas soldier out of the corner of his eye, but didn't really care. He was searching for Winter. He wanted to make her into one of his Commanders, and if he had known she was here, he would have brought Ares along. But the trek back to the Pit held too much risk of her escaping. She would die this day, and join her sister in the abyss.
A small flock of white Nevermores started pecking at his helmet. He swatted them away like mosquitoes, annoyed that he couldn't control them. That's when he saw her, battling Grimm with practiced elegance. He hated it. It was so needlessly extravagant. He didn't even want to give her a fair fight, but he promised Odin three corpses, and he figured Winter should be one of them.
He waited for her to be completely distracted, then quickly reached down and grabbed her. He wanted her corpse as intact as possible, so opted to crush her just enough to kill her, but not turn her to mush. As he began squeezing, she started slashed at the small spots between his thick armor. He forced himself to ignore the pain. He could feel her Aura slowly weakening from the immense pressure. As it weakened, her blows did as well, until her Aura finally shattered, and he felt a crack from Winter. He quickly relieved the pressure as not to destroy the body. Winter went limp with her face frozen in fear. She had perished.
He picked up two other intact bodies and placed them in his open palm, allowing Odin to rest and feast as Anarchy began the trek back to Oblivion with the surviving Grimm. This was just one of many towns and villages that would fall before the might of the horde. And soon, all of Vale would become Oblivion.
When he returned to the kingdom, he was impressed by his workers' speed, his throne already a quarter finished. As he observed it, Cinder approached him.
"My King, while you were out, a Seer arrived, seeking you out."
"And where is this Seer?" He asked, already knowing what was in store.
Right as he asked, said Seer floated out of one of the buildings still standing, and flew up to his face. Its orb cleared up, showing the image of Salem.
"Hello Anarchy." She spoke calmly.
"Salem." He replied with a neutral tone.
"Oh, so you know of me?"
"What do you want?"
"I think you already know the answer to that." She said with a grin.
Anarchy wasn't sure if he should join forces with her. He could probably conquer Remnant on his own, but where was the fun in that? Working with Salem would make this much more interesting. And his master had said he was free to do what he pleased. But she would probably betray him. He couldn't blame her, he would do the same when she stopped being useful. He could convert her and have a truly endless supply of Grimm. What to do?
I hate to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, but do you guys think Anarchy should team up with Salem (for now anyway). Review and let me know what you think.