I'M BACK BITCHES! I decided to have a break from writing this fic to work on the others for a while, and holy shit did I work on them a LOT. But now we're back to this! So I hope you enjoy my returning chapter. I've had plenty of time to write, what with the quarantine and all.

Anarchy had possessed the body of a small Nevermore and flown to the village where his strongest soldiers were to battle his sister and her allies. He may have been driven by emotion, but he was not foolish. He did not partake in the skirmish because he wanted to see what Melissa was capable of and how powerful that beam weapon of hers was. He watched from a perch at the treeline as the platoon's worth of Grimm stormed the village and attacked the group.

The attack caught the group off guard, giving the Grimm the upperhand. But they quickly composed themselves and drew their weapons. He watched Melissa closely. She wielded a sword and shield, and used them to deadly effect. Her shield had some sort of repulsor on the front and her sword could utilise a powerful beam. She easily dispatched the Grimm, old and young alike. And she did not use grace or acrobatics. She was like him, all practicality and little to no theatrics. She eventually spotted the Nevermore and blasted it, but by that point he had learned all he needed to know.

He was already working on a plan when his consciousness returned to his body. There was no way he would be able to catch her now. She would flee to the nearest pocket of human resistance, likely Haven. She would probably eliminate Lionheart, but not kill him. She didn't have a taste for blood like he did. No, she would likely expose him for the traitorous coward he was, and he would be imprisoned. That would be inevitable. That meant his next target for Oblivion's expansion would have to be Mistral. However this invasion would be far more difficult. While Vale was an easy target because he caught them completely off guard with his sudden Ascension, the other Kingdoms will have had time to prepare for his arrival. He would have to soften them up before charging in himself.

First order of business would be to figure out where the group would be going and, hopefully, catch them before they can leave Oblivion. He sent out Odin, once again, to follow them and inform him of any developments. He had also given him a Scroll so he could inform him without having to fly all the way back. He tied it to his leg and told him which buttons to press with his talon to activate the call.

With that taken care of, he had the matter of Tyrain to deal with. He now knew where the group was, so he no longer needed the madman. Oh how tempting it was to cast him into the Pit and have him reborn as one of his Lieutenants. He would be very much useful. However, he didn't think that would go over well with Cinder and what remained of her Circle. He didn't need Salem, but he wanted her to think he was helping her, then destroy her once the rest of the world was his. The betrayal would be amazing.

"Cinder." He called. She quickly emerged from the building that was her home while she was here and kneeled before him.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Contact Tyrian Callows and tell him we no longer need him. The group has been located, and I will take over the hunt from this point forth."

"Yes, my Lord." She pulled out her Scroll and left, already calling the Faunus. He would not let his sister ruin everything. His blackened heart burned with anger when he thought of her.

"Ctoggha." He spoke. Immediately, the calming presence of his Master washed over him, but it did little to quell his anger.

"What is the matter, my Champion?" He asked.

"You know what is wrong. What is she doing here?" There was a moment of silence before He spoke.

"Much like how your sister now opposes you, my sister, Celeste, has opposed me since the multiverse's creation. She is the one who brought Melissa here."

"Then why have you not slain your sister?"

"It is not that simple. The Universal Grove she resides in is protected by a barrier so powerful even I cannot pierce it. However, as a side effect, she cannot leave the grove and can do very little to influence the universes she protects."

"So, as long as her barrier is active, Melissa is essentially stranded here with whatever powers and equipment Celeste was able to give her." Anarchy caught on.

"Exactly. Melissa is an extension of my sister. Kill her, and Celeste will be powerless to stop your conquest." With those final words, Ctoggha's presence dissipated, and Anarchy was left to formulate a plan.

He knew the group was most likely to go to Haven. From there, Melissa would dethrone Lionheart, and they would lose control of a significant portion of Mistral. He couldn't allow that to happen. He could either attempt to hunt them down personally, but that was risky. Her weapon's laser was very powerful, and he didn't want to risk taking a fatal blow from it. The other option was to inform Salem of the threat to Lionheart and have her deal with it, but that would reveal that he knew more about them than he was letting on, as Salem hadn't actually told him about Lionheart yet.

In the end, he chose to form multiple Grimm hunting parties, each composed of a variety of Grimm, and they would scour all of Oblivion until they found the group of students. From there, they would stall them and keep them in that location until Anarchy arrived to deal with them personally. He had also told Ares to stop gathering bodies and wait at the fortress, so when a party inevitably found them, he could fly there and both of them could decimate the group. He had originally wanted to capture and interrogate/torture them, but if it looked like they would escape, he wouldn't hesitate to use the full extent of his power to destroy them.

With his plan ready, he went about forming the hunting parties. They would be formed of many lesser Grimm, with three major Grimm as leaders. There would also be multiple lesser Nevermores to increase how far each group could search. Some were formed within the walls of the Fortress, but most were formed outside the walls through Anarchy's influence. He concentrated most of the parties closer to wear they had been last seen, with the density of parties slowly thinning out as they got farther away. He also used his influence to summon Ares back to the Fortress. As soon as he did, he felt the steady flow of power stop. It annoyed him, but he figured he'd just get a flock of large Nevermores to deliver the bodies to the Pit. The power would come slower, but at least it wouldn't completely stop.

And now all he had to do was wait. Which he hated. Normally when he was bored he would take a large group of Grimm and go destroy a village or town. But he had completely wiped humanity from Oblivion, it now belonged purely to the Grimm. And he certainly wasn't going to start personally attacking Mistral's frontier towns simply to alleviate boredom.

"What to do, what to do." He pondered aloud. Then he had an idea. When tossed into the Pit, humans and Faunus would turn into a grimmified version of themselves through his Master's power, their souls sucked out and their bodies left to serve him. So what would happen if he put a regular animal, a deer for example, in the Pit? Would it create some new form of Grimm? Would it simply become the same as what would happen to a person? He decided now was a good time to test it.

He ordered the nearest Alpha Beowolf to go out and capture a male deer for him. Within 15 minutes it had returned with a live deer, though it looked to be weak from the numerous wounds on its body. He took the creature from the beast's claws and began the trek to the Pit. he thought about just getting the Alpha to toss it into the Pit for him, but he wanted to see the results in person.

When he finally reached the dark pool, he dipped the creature into the still waters instead of tossing it in, as it had no way of climbing out. He felt it thrash and the waters nearest began to glow that ominous red. He thought he would absorb some of the residual energy, but he was surprised to feel all of it pouring into the thrashing creature. Eventually, the waters stilled and stopped glowing, while the deer had stopped moving, though he could still feel it breathing. He slowly lifted it from the water, and was once again surprised by what he saw.

It still had the shape of a deer, but was clearly no longer one. Its skin and fur were Grimm black and there was bone armor along its spine and ribcage, along with a mask on its face. Its antlers had also almost doubled in size and had razor sharp tips. One strange thing about it was its apparent lack of a mouth. But these were all somewhat expected. But what wasn't expected was when he looked into the creatures eyes. He saw an intelligence he hadn't seen in a Grimm since Odin.

"Interesting." He examined it closer, but couldn't see any other combat utilities other than the antlers and hooves. "Now, what secrets do you hide?" He thought aloud as he set the Grimm down. It seemed to think that was a question directed at it, as it responded in the most unexpected way possible. Its bones began to break and reshape, its skin tearing apart but not falling off, and the skin around its snout tore and revealed a crocodile-like jaw filled with blade-like teeth. And within its chest he saw its heart, an orange, glowing orb that hovered with an eerie stillness. It was now bipedal and its hooves had turned to claws. It was nearly skeletal, with patches of skin hanging off its elongated limbs. It now stood a little over the average person.

"Now that is most incredible. The first ever transforming Grimm. You will be most useful." He started walking back to the Fortress with the new Grimm in tow. "Now, what will I call you?" He looked back at it. It had turned back to normal and was trotting along behind him. It looked like nothing had happened, no scars, no nothing, despite the two forms looking next to nothing alike. Then the name popped in his head."

"Skinbreaker." He spoke. When he returned to the Fortress, he ordered a small group of Beowolves led by an Alpha to constantly roam Oblivion, capture any and all deer they found, then bring them to the Pit.

Beowolves are surprisingly good for menial tasks. He thought to himself. He was about to sit back down on his throne, when he felt something. One of the hunting parties had found and engaged with Melissa and her friends. He immediately honed in on the feeling, and pinpointed it. It was exactly west of them. He picked up the Skinbreaker and called over Ares. The giant dragon landed, and Anarchy mounted him, before taking off for the battle. This was an excellent opportunity to end the threat Melissa posed to him, as well as to see how well the Skinbreakers would perform in combat.

"Time to see what you are truly capable of." He said to the Grimm as they neared the skirmish.

And that's a wrap! Before I say anything else, all credit for the Skinbreaker goes to ARTSProjectAU on Twitter. They've got some cool shit over there, and that's where I got the design for the Skinbreaker. Now, reviews!

Antex-The Legendary Zoroark: That was the plan, I'm glad I executed it well. I wasn't sure how you guys would react to Celeste's interference.

Guest: Thanks man! It means a lot to me. And remember, you don't need therapy when you have me! For legal reasons, that's a joke.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you guys enjoyed, I'll see you lads in the next one.