Azeroth: Been a while since this one was updated.
So be it.
Malach walked behind Wrathion, but in front of his two 'bodyguards'.
Malach felt that Wrathion was the greatest threat among the three, and kept him in sight.
Wrathion did not seem threatening. In fact, he had answered every question she had asked him without fail.
She had asked him about his past. He had told her that he was the last of a race known for destruction and chaos.
Black Dragons.
She wasn't sure if he was telling the truth, or perhaps, dragons were different on Azeroth than on Remnant.
Either way, he had answered each question promptly enough that she doubted him lying.
Including the fact that she vaguely resembled his father, Deathwing the Destroyer.
Except female.
Azeroth: Quick note from me here, she looks like the Jessica Nigri cosplay of Deathwing, except younger.
And yes, I know she voices Cinder Fall.
So, yeah, Malach also sounds like Cinder, but... darker.
Malach vaguely wanted to know what Deathwing looked like.
Until Wrathion explained to her the circumstances surrounding his death.
Then Malach wanted to slay him herself.
As it was, Wrathion's master plan involved enrolling in a school for 'Hunters and Huntresses'.
Something about 'schools are the best places to find knowledge'.
Malach had no issue with this last statement, seeing as how, apparently, she had been missing for almost ten millennia.
She wanted to know what had happened to her world in her absence.
The fact that going to this school would make it easier for her sisters to find her did not escape Malach's mind.
The four of them had always been pulled to seats of learning.
The four were currently exploring the city of Vale, seeing as the academy was closest to their original location.
Malach and Wrathion were exploring a store that sold 'Dust', which was used as a power source.
It was called 'From Dust Till Dawn'.
There was one other customer, a girl wearing a red hood.
The shopkeeper paid the two no mind, cleaning the floor behind his desk.
Malach examined a Dust crystal.
Wrathion had gone up to the red-cloaked girl and was in the process of asking her how he would get into Beacon Academy, apparently the most famous of the four academies.
Left and Right were exploring elsewhere, having been ordered away by Wrathion.
Malach heard the door ring behind her.
She paid no attention to it, until a hand tapped her shoulder.
She turned to face the intruder, a man wearing a white trench coat, with orange hair, and a black bowler hat, and smoking a cigar.
He also held a cane.
He was escorted by several people wearing black clothes, red ties, and a variety of weapons.
"Hello, doll-face," said orange-hair. "If you don't mind, I'm going to need that crystal, and all the other ones in that case." He tapped the case with his cane, causing the shopkeeper to come up from under his desk.
Judging by the shopkeeper's expression of fear, Malach judged this person was not a friend.
She turned back to Orange-hair. "He's the owner, I only came in to look." she said, indicating the shopkeeper. "But I'm glad I did. I get a fight."
Her grin sent an obvious shiver up Orange-hair, who backed up. "I've been imprisoned for years. So, to the fight?"
Her punch knocked the first thug out the window.
"...And so then I send these transcripts in? And it's judged from there?" Asked Wrathion.
"Yep!" said the perky red-haired girl Wrathion had learned was named Ruby Rose. "Though, to be fully honest, I'm not old enough to go there."
"Is there a specific age limit?" asked Wrathion.
"Yeah, you've got to be at least 17 to get in. There ARE a few who get in after that age, but they're more judged by the headmaster."
"Ozpin, right?"
"Right!"
A loud crash brought the two to attention, both spinning to find the front window broken, and Malach throwing black-clothed men out the door.
Wrathion brought his hand to his head. Why, Malach, did you have to start a fight?
Ruby sped out of the window, taking a pose, and a massive scythe unfolding from the object she held on her back.
She glared at Malach. "What was that for?"
Malach gazed back. "They're criminals. They attacked me."
Ruby's expression turned to one of surprise. "Oh. Sorry about that."
"Well, well, well." said a strange man wearing white. "Looks like we've got a fight on out hands." He looked at his men. "Get them."
The men charged.
Ruby begun using her weapon, which apparently, was also a gun.
Malach focused. Fire appeared around her arm, taking the form of a massive mace, then solidifying into an actual one.
Azeroth: Yeah, the one that Deathwing is depicted having in most of his humanoid artwork.
This is how Nyarlathotep designed her.
Don't judge me.
Malach slammed a thug with her mace, hitting him into a wall.
And another.
After a minute or two of fighting, the two female warriors faced Orange-hair.
He pulled his cigar from his mouth and dropped it. "Well. That was unexpected." He pointed his cane at Malach. "But this is where we say goodbye."
The cane's end popped open revealing a target painter. He fired.
Wrathion grabbed the bullet from midair, exploding in his hand.
Wrathion grinned at the look of shock on the criminal's face. "Well. Looks like you weren't prepared."
The criminal grabbed several Dust crystals from his pocket, threw them at the trio, and fired at them in midair, creating an effective smokescreen.
As the air cleared, Wrathion and Ruby saw that the criminal had run to a nearby building, and was climbing the fire escape.
The two ran after him, leaving Malach to keep the underlings from escaping.
Malach turned to the store's windows.
The glass from the attacks remolded themselves into square panes, and refitted themselves into the window.
An explosion from the rooftop brought Malach back to the present. She focused her powers on her back, and a quartet of glass wings appeared there.
Azeroth: Think the wings of Mirai Kimizuki from Seraph of the End.
She flew to the explosion to see that a massive mechanical device was flying haphazardly, being attacked by a storm, controlled by a woman wielding a riding crop.
Malach alighted on the rooftop. A woman, clad in red, her face hidden by shadow, appeared, and blasted the woman with the riding crop.
Or rather, tried to.
The red-clad woman looked at her hand in shock at her powers not working.
Malach advanced forward. She yelled at the top of her lungs, over the Bullhead's engine.
"Stolen powers never work as well as being granted them!"
The red-clad woman looked at Malach.
Malach halted at the edge of the rooftop. "Surrender now, and I will not later slay you for your theft of the powers of Fall!"
The red-clad woman merely closed her fist as the Bullhead flew away.
Malach sat alone in what was known as a 'interrogation room'.
It didn't look like one.
Malach imagined such rooms as massive torture chambers.
Instead, it was bare, and not really all that big.
There were two chairs, and a table.
Left and Right had found them shortly after the Bullhead left, and they refused to leave Wrathion's side.
They had, meanwhile, eyed Malach with... Disgust? Hatred? Fear? Malach wasn't sure which.
It had been a while since anyone had really been close enough to her, physically and mentally, that she had known what they felt.
Wrathion was easy enough to read, since he didn't try to hide it. Left and Right, though...
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and a silver-haired man wearing green and black walked through it.
She immediately wondered... No. That was impossible. Solarium was dead. Long dead. 15,000 years dead.
The man sat. "Hello. My name is Professor Ozpin, of Beacon Academy. Can you tell me about yourself..." He consulted his notes. "Malach, was it?"
"That is my name." said Malach, coldly. "And as for who I am, that is my secret."
Ozpin lifted an eyebrow. "Secret?" He shook his head. "Never mind about that." He looked at her. "You were able to tell that the woman you faced tonight held part of the powers of the Fall Maiden. How is that possible?"
"First, tell me what YOU know about them."
Ozpin looked at Malach, sighed, then began telling a story.
Malach listened to the simple story. There were some... falsities, but, all-in-all, it told most of what needed to be known.
"That's most of it." Said Malach, leaning back. "However, the story doesn't tell you where the old man got the powers."
Ozpin's eyes widened.
Malach decided to simply tell the story, with no added information. "Four beings, sisters, of incredible power once came to Remnant. Members of a space-faring race, obsessed with sharing their knowledge, and aid the civiliazations they came across. They saw potential in the two native races of Remnant. The first thing they did, was to create the Grimm."
Ozpin leaned forward, intrigued. "Why did they create such creatures."
Malach stared at him. "In the eternal war of Good versus Evil, Good must always outweigh Evil, but never truly defeat it, as Good will eventually turn itself."
Ozpin eyes widened. "Create a threat that Man and Faunus couldn't stand against alone, forcing them to work together."
Malach nodded. "That is almost correct. However, the woman they empowered to lead the Grimm, a healer known as Salem, was corrupted by the powers of Void. You see, the Grimm were never to become as powerful as they are. And to stand against this threat, the four beings needed champions to hold their power. They gave this power to their brother, the weakest of them."
Ozpin leaned back. "The old man in the story."
Malach inclined her head. "Yes." A thought struck her. "But that was not all given to the old man. There was power given to not four, but eight."
Ozpin sat upright. "Eight?"
"Eight." confirmed Malach. "Four to hold the power, and four to stand against them lest they turn evil. This second power is not passed along the usual route, though. The second power, the power to restrain the Maidens, would only appear in times of need."
"And you are the one chosen to combat Fall?" asked Ozpin.
"Yes." lied Malach.
A/N: Nyarlathotep: Lies and more lies...
Azeroth: Hopefully she keeps track of them.
Who knows?