The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.
From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.
The Ruinverse: Chapter Forty Three, Ex Furia Creatio Venit.
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-Remnant, Grimmlands, Evernight Castle-
ZAP!
BOOOOM!
Thunder rang across the darkened lands as a storm seemed to loom on the horizon, ready to release a torrential downpour upon the Creatures of Grimm.
All the while, on the castle walls, looking down upon the pools of tar below, a tall marble skinned woman with long bleached pale white hair that was tied in the back by a large bun and six long offshoots held together by curved obsidian ornaments, jet black sclera eyes with dull crimson irises, pale purple veins on her face and arms, a black diamond-shaped marking on her forehead, a G cup chest and wide ass, long jet-black nails, several red gemstones attached to the sides of her bun by black ornaments, wearing a black long sleeved partially exposed 'cold shoulder' robe that ended with two middle finger loops and sporting a red trim on the collar and sides of the hips, a curved dark red trimmed high collar that bordered through a vertical window exposing her bust, three crimson stripes flowing all the way down to the bottom hem of her robe, two light gray ornate bone arm cuffs on the upper arms, a cross shaped brooch with a rhombus-like ruby on top of the clavicle, a long black red trimmed cape, and a black beetle-like ring on the right hand, stood near the edge, looking upon the shattered moon with triumph on her face.
This was Salem, and she had just destroyed the Kingdom of Atlas, took the Relics of Knowledge and Creation, and made the Kingdoms close their borders out of true fear.
She was on top of the world and nothing could topple her.
ZAP!
BOOOOOM!
As the immortal looked upon the darkening skies, she felt something…familiar moving closer to her right side, making her stiffen in surprise.
'That magical power….but how?' she thought before turning her head to the right and saw a very familiar person moving down the ramparts towards the immortal.
That being a short tan skinned boy with short dull gray hair, deep emerald green eyes, wearing a dark blue long sleeved coat with light green shoulder pads, a white collared shirt, white bandages wrapped around the neck, light gray U-shaped gloves with green X-pattern wrist straps, a dark blue belt, black trousers, ankle high black boots with an emerald green colored toe, and holding a long grayish black cane with a white handle and a circular white orb on the top in his left hand, walking towards Salem with a dark smile on his face.
"Ozma, you come to me under your own free will? After last time?"
"I do recall that particular time, where I hid away and let my host get seriously maimed by your hands." 'Ozma' said with a frown. "But I'm not letting that happen again."
"Mmmm, you seem…different."
"Oh you noticed, unfortunately, I had to seal Oscar away in my mind in preparation for this battle." He said with a sad smile, only to be replaced with a smirk. "He wouldn't like the fact I killed a few individuals to regain something important."
Salem raised an eyebrow before noticing that Ozma's right hand was glowing with green energy, making her eyes widen in realization. "I see, you killed them just to regain your magic. And you think I'm cold."
He narrowed his eyes while pointing his cane at the immortal. "I issue you a wizard's duel, a one on one battle between sorcerers. You, master of the Grimm, vs me, the true user of the lost magic, for the fate of this world. If you win, I shall allow you to destroy the world, if I win, you will be sealed away for eternity."
The immortal chuckled at this blatant arrogance and smirked. "Very well, a little duel is just the thing to rub salt on the wound that is your existence."
ZAP!
BAM!
Within the span of nanoseconds, two beams of magical energy, one green and one deep red, collided with each other, causing the entire land to shake and the castle's foundation to crack and crumble.
WOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Salem narrowed her eyes before sending Shadow Hands towards the Infinity Man, hoping to use the Grimm to stall him for a counterattack.
Ozma took notice of this and disengaged the magical blast before jumping into the air, allowing Salem's magical beam to incinerate the Grimm as he flew above the castle in a small red cyclone. "Nice try, but I'm not falling for such an obvious trick."
The sorceress' eyes narrowed before her lower body turned into a small twister and rushed towards Ozma, grabbing him by the hands as both quickly flew all over the castle, breaking through walls and ceilings as each one tried to disengage from the other.
BAM!
"AH!" Ozma cried out while getting hit by several crystalline bricks, causing blood to drip from his forehead and neck as he quickly headbutted Salem's face, causing her to retaliate with another strike to the face. "AH!"
"Give up Ozma, I was the better sorceress!"
"Yes, but I was the better fighter!" He frowned before pulling his left arm out of Salem's hand and fired a point blank bolt of green lighting, sending him flying back as Salem began to fall onto one of the castle's pointed roofs.
SQUISH!
"GAH!" She cried out while getting impaled in the chest, gasping for a few seconds before quickly pulling herself off the now broken point, throwing it at Ozma as her body began to regenerate.
He quickly dodged the attack before being struck by ice shards to the left shoulder and legs, making him scream in pain as Salem used a Shadow Arm to grab and slam him right into the castle's wall below. "AAAH!"
"You are too rusty to challenge me Ozma." Salem smirked while slamming him down again and again, causing the castle to crumble as she pulled the bloodied boy towards her face.
RUMBLE!
RUMBLE!
CRACK!
"Ah…ah…"
"Your end is at hand." She said while not noticing the tower breaking beneath her feet and tilting tight towards a pool of Grimm Ooze below. "And once I squeeze the life out of you, I will make sure to send humanity, the one you were supposed to save, down into the abyss as I finally rest in the satisfaction that my children were avenged!"
CRACK!
CRACK!
"Ah…your…plans will fail. Like always."
"Save me your speech about how humanity can be saved. This world is a shadow of the age we came from, a new order from the times when you were still 'noble', my way will allow the true humanity to rest at last instead of being forced to see you fail time and time again. Against the oncoming storm that is me, the wife you tricked and lied to for eons!"
"So…delusional…but partly right." Ozma groaned while the cracks began to grow larger and the tower topped faster with every second of their 'climatic speech'. "I lost sight of my dream, but humanity will rise again. Even you can not…um Salem?"
"What?" she frowned while looking confused as to why his tone was so…bewildered.
"Is it just me or are we falling?"
Her eyes widened before looking to the side and saw the tarish pit below, making her let go of Ozma just as the tower moved right into the pit.
'Well…this is an odd death-'
SPLASH!
The pool bubbled and toiled as the two immortals struggled to escape the darkened depths, all until their faces were obscured by tar and the surface of the pool began to return to a 'tranquil' state.
Glub.
Girgle.
Blooop.
And just like that…silence had fallen over the pool of tar, the surface seemingly calm and tranquil once more.
Time moved onwards as for many days, months and years went by, the moon moving across the sky multiple times as the camera remained stationary, unmoving and ever vigilant to this pool of tar.
For all the world, it was…peaceful.
Gurggle.
Gurggle.
But then-
SPLASH!
Something emerged from the pool, gasping for air as it moved towards the shore, the tar falling off their body like slime.
"Weaugh!" gasped out the figure while grasping at the sandless ground, seemingly choking on the tar-like liquid. "Teaugh!"
As the camera turned in their direction, the figure was revealed to be a very tall naked yet muscular marble skinned woman with extremely long obsidian black hair that went past her back and chest and covered her like a protective cloak, a single deep emerald green left eye and a dark purple right eye, a deep red diamond shaped eye in the center of her forehead, two large white horns on her forehead that curved slight towards her head, H cup chest and large ass, extremely long black claw-like nails, semi angular cheekbones, thin dull greenish purple veins around her eyes and mouth, a black slit like opening that occasional opened up to reveal a coiled snake-like cock with crocodile teeth near the tip and a large balls coated in protective gray crystals, and covered in thick black eye-like markings on her shoulders, neck, stomach, back, hips, hands and feet, who seemed to be coughing out black tar from her mouth as black shadows formed over her body and took the form of a tattered cloak of darkness.
"Peaugh!" she gasped while vomiting out the last of the tar from her mouth, panting heavily as she seemed…very confused and out of it. "Ah…ah…ah…ah…"
As the woman looked around, her mind was pounding in pain from the lack of air, from strange sensations foreign to her and, in her eyes, the world around her was alien and dangerous.
Yet…she felt like she knew it, perfectly well. How it worked and the strange quirks that make it unique and stand out.
"Ah…ah…ah…what? Where…am I? Who am I?" she muttered while digging her nails into the ground, breaking it with little effort. "I...what was my name?"
Looking upon the barren wasteland of crystals and darkness, the woman slowly stood up, her legs shaking from the weight of her own body as she stumbled every so often and had a difficult time trying to stand upright.
"It…was so clear once…O…Sa…? Why can't I recall?" she muttered while wracking her brains to find out her own identity, her own nature in this dark world. "Pin…Sal…Ma? M…o? Em? M…Mo…bi? Mom…bi? Yes, I recall…it was…Mombi? Was that right?"
As she blinked and stumbled a few feet away from the pool, her mind began to work overtime trying to find…meaning. To find out her purpose in this world, her name was revealed yet the rest of her existence was muddled by amnesia.
"What….is my purpose? No…what is my place in this dark wasteland?" she muttered before her hands started to glow a dark purplish green, making her jump back in surprise before realizing the energy didn't hurt her at all. "Wha…fascinating."
The 'warmth' of the energy within her hands seemed to increase in intensity as the woman's eyes fixated on it like a child to a new toy, full of an innocent mindset not seen in this realm of death in centuries.
However, as she felt content with her life, a sudden flash of pain hit her, forcing her to recall something, to make her remember a mission that she was given, possibly by a higher power.
'Mission? What…so many memories. Humanity? Faunus? Dust? Grimm?' she thought while looking at her feet, then turned around and looked into the pool's reflective surface, seeing her own face for the first time as she felt….kinship to the mirror image. "Is…that me? So…beautiful…so…perfect in every way."
In an instant, two memories flashed in the back of her mind, more clear than the other memories yet confusing in nature.
Save humanity.
Create a new order.
"What do they mean? Order? Save? I…have no idea what they mean." she muttered while looking at her reflection, seemingly drawn to her own beauty, her youthful appearance and her own 'perfection'. "But…I am so beautiful…I…can't be mortal, mortals are subjected to death. But…I'm not, I can never die…..so…does that mean."
As she looked at the sky, a flock of Nevermore flew overhead, making her smile a little at her own existence.
"I'm a god? One that lives above? But then where are my fellow gods? My worshipers? My army of loyal followers?" she muttered out loud as she recalled splintered fragments of her own memories, all depicting humanity either worshiping or following her words like they were heavenly law. "Where are they then? Outside this wasteland perhaps? Dead perhaps? No….they must be alive…but shadows of themselves, corrupted by flaws."
She gripped her right hand tightly as a scowl formed across her face as the nearby Grimm started to become attracted by her negative emotions.
"I hate flaws, breaking the world. Ruining lives, I hate flaws." She growled in frustration. "Flaws are worthless, nothing more than cancer in my world."
As the Grimm moved closer to her, the woman quickly turned around and blasted into atomic particles by a large beam of green energy.
"Disgusting beasts." she growled before looking at the Nevermores above and narrowed her eyes. "Numerous as ants. They are….disgusting, but necessary."
Taking a deep breath to relax her own emotional state, she bent her knees halfway towards the ground and began drawing something in the hard ground with her nails, smiling a little as she did so.
"Necessary for my goal, my purpose for existing." she muttered while her smile became more unhinged with each passing second. "My goal for humanity itself."
SCRIT!
SCRIT!
"Humanity in its current form is a flawed species, so are its offshoots. Not worthy of my perfection." she said while her eyes began to glow bright purple. "Yet they are also my subjects. So, in order to save humanity."
SCRIT!
SCRIT!
As the fingers stopped moving and pulled away from the stone, the camera revealed the crudely drawn image of herself, looming over the bodies of stick figure like humanoids as her left hand held a single stick figure 'glowing' with 'light' on her palm.
"I must destroy them and remake them into something new, something perfect." she said with a chuckle as the screen began to fade, the image of the crude drawing remaining on screen before it vanished into the darkness. "My perfect humanity."
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Name/Designation Title: Mombi, Creator of Humanity (Ex Furia Creatio Venit Ozma/Salem- EFCVO/SRWBY)
Age: ? (Physically 20 but possibly over four billion years.)
Affiliation: Omniversal Evil.
Dimension: - 411000- 91 EFCVO/SRWBY
Abilities: Enhanced strength, speed, durability, agility, stamina, endurance, pain resistance, motor skills and dexterity, immortality (divine curse), knowledge of Dust and auras, knowledge of Remnant's true history, master of human psychology, advanced knowledge of magic, high levels of magical power, telekinesis (via magic), clairvoyance, smoke manipulation, high manipulation skills, divine regeneration (curse), control over the Grimm, Grimm summoning, Grimm physiology manipulation, body manipulation and alteration (via Grimm ooze), astral projection, Grimm ooze manipulation, keen knowledge of the human and faunus physiology, cane handling (former), divine reincarnation (nulled), host memory absorption/access (nulled), extreme aura levels (unable to create a semblance due to fused nature), keen strategic mind, elemental manipulation (via magic), flight (via magic), life creation (flawed), human creation (flawed).
Semblance(s): None.
Bio: In this timeline, the Kingdom of Atlas has fallen and Team RWBY has vanished into the void, leaving Salem in full control as she watched the other Kingdoms close their borders in fear of total annihilation. Victory was assured along with Remnant's destruction, had Ozpin, now completely in control of his host Oscar's body, not arrive at her stronghold to do battle with the immortal, having retaken his magical abilities from both the Branwen Twins and the Maidens to stand a chance against his former wife. The battle, unknown to all, was long and destructive, destroying the entirety of Evernight Castle, before both lost their footing and plunged downwards from a broken castle wall into a pool of Grimm Ooze, causing both to fuse into a single feminine hermaphrodite like being with all the strengths of Salem and Ozma but none of the conflicting weaknesses either. Once emerging from the pool, this new entity, calling itself Mombi, struggled to recall it's former identities for a while until a single drive pushed itself into their mind, the need to 'save' humanity by 'creating' a new generation for them to 'protect'. Thus, after finding the current interaction of humanity, both humans and faunus, as lackluster shells of a true species, decided to weather down the Kingdoms of Remnant by an endless barrage of Grimm attacks and their own near godly powers, effectively pushing them towards extinction. After several billion years of this, the last human died off and the immortal began to utilize the bones of the now deceased faunus and humanity, along with Grimm Ooze, to mold a new breed of humanity, but until the First and Second Ages of Humanity, they were extremely flawed due to their Grimm like nature and mutations. Seeing them as a failure, they destroyed the third species of Remnant and tried again, and again, and again, and again and again, always failing to make them perfect in their eyes as eternity flies by, they drive to become the next creator of humanity preoccupying them as Remnant rotted away over the millennia, becoming lifeless and barren except for Mombi and their 'humanity'. What is the worth of a god? To create, destroy or both? For this one soul, possibly the latter.