AUTHOR NOTE: HOLEY COW THIS SERIES WAS MET WITH SOME LOVE, THANKS EVERYONE FOR THE SUPPORT AND I HOPE I DON'T DISSAPOINT.

Chapter Two:

From ashes evil is born, from fire evil is forged. It's time for you to rise Crimson

Ruby Rose had in deed died in the forest that fateful day. In her wake Crimson was created. Cinder had shown her fire and she had bathed in it. The fire was cleansing and had stripped the last remnant of Ruby.

Crimson woke, her white eyes searching the room. Everything was black but that was the way she had preferred it. Crimson was stark naked as she stood from the ashes. A soft whisper filled her head as the words "kill" enticed the newborn woman.

"Are you ready to begin your training?" Cinder spoke breaking the voices that swirled in Crimsons head.

They made their way over to countless grim dens. Since her weapon had been destroyed Crimson was forced to use hand to hand combat. Something she had never excelled at in the past, but that wasn't her anymore. She needed to learn how to survive with out her beloved weapon. She had been to clingy with the scythe and it had cost her dearly.

It was hard for her at first to get accustomed to the different style, and Cinder had forbid her from using her semblance. She cared about Cinder greatly, as she had took her in at the brink of death and had given her a new life. Crimson had felt grateful at her chance for a new start. A chance for revenge as well. As she brawled through the hordes of grim and nevermore she began to feel more comfortable, even becoming faster without her semblance. At this she was surprised, but as dawn broke the sky Cinder approached the den to find Crimson on a pile of dead nevermore. She had slain 10 nevermore with her bare hands a feet not even accomplished by an huntress or huntsman.

Having spent countless weeks in that den killing grim as they kept reanimating Crimson began to realize how mislead she had been on her knowledge of grim. These grim with each new life became more dangerous as they learned and watched her moves, one of them even managed to land a hit on her. But this only made it's life span shorter as Crimson plunged her bare hands into the grim's head and obliterated it in one blow. Cinder once more approached this time shook her head in encouragement taking Crimsons hand and leading her from the cave.

"As your prize you will begin to forge your new weapon" Cinder spoke as they made their way deep into the mountain. The forge was huge, and with actual molten lava used to bend all sorts of metals.

Crimson stood in the forge with multiple blueprints in front of her. She knew she couldn't remake a new version of crescent rose because that would be way to obvious. Her second idea however was to create a blade that could change into a scythe. As she crafted the katana blade she made a dust chamber into the hilt allowing her to channel every dust known to man into her attacks. The blade was forged out of pure obsidian and was as black as knight. Crimson had spent countless days embedding dust into the blades design however that let it light up with fire, a lot like Cinders dress. She was proud of her new blade naming it Molten Thorn after the lava that had crafted the fine blade, excited to be finally be moving onto glyph training. As she made her way to the edge of the mountain she noticed a large pack of older grim. They seemed to flock towards Cinder.

"I want you to kill all of them within four months time" was all Cinder said as she lay down five suitcases filled to the brim with every sort of dust. Crimson loaded a pack of fire dust into the chamber as she prepared Molten for the onslaught that was going to be the next couple of months. When she returned she would be far more powerful than any huntress that was for sure.

The first week was hell, she was covered in burns and frost bite nipped at the edge of her clothes. All she had to wear was a battle plate that was all. The cold was getting to her but she had an idea, after finding a giant nevermore possibly the size of 2 normal nevermore she decided to kill it. As she flung herself into the air using a gravity glyph she began to propel up to the sky using nothing but glyph's as she still couldn't use her semblance as request from Cinder. She said there would be a time to talk about the effects her old semblance would have on her new body, and Crimson understood. Every rose petal she touched would wilt, as her soul had been comply corrupted when she had been purged by Cinders fire. As she soured through the air she felt so alive bringing her katana in a swift arc and plunged it into the nevermore. The beast let out a ear splitting screech as it started flying spirals in the air, all the while Crimson dug her katana in deeper and unfolded it to reveal the second blade engulfing it into flame. The beast began to loose altitude as she clung on for dear life, as they were up about two stories high. Caging her self in ice, this time out of her own free will she let gravity do all the work as she hurdled to the ground. The nevermore let out one last screech as it hit the ground hard, but Crimson had used her fire dust to free her of the ice just in time to roll out from underneath the bird. She walked over to the nevermore and started taking off its plate armor that covered it, plucking the majority of the feathers off. As she sat their embedding her plate body with the grims hide adding fire and ice dust to create shields for harsh weather. With the feathers she had made a cloak similar to her old red one, but this one was completely black.

As weeks progressed to months Crimson was putting Ozpin to shame with her usage of dust in combat. She found that she had started creating new glyphs combining different dusts like gravity and speed in order to allow her to glide for minutes at a time. After taking down 3 of the larger grim, she decided it was time to look more into glyph creation. Wondering if it was possible to create custom glyphs to do unheard things. Meddling with dust is a very dangerous things Crimson thought as she remembered her first encounter with . Somehow within a week she had managed to concoct some powerful dust hybrids, her first being fire and air to create meteor strikes. As her time limit approached Crimson struck down the last of the older grim, and sat upon the thrown of dead grim a smile on her face. Cinder appeared out of thin air next to her bending down to kiss her passionately on the lips.

"Are you ready to go back to Beacon my love?" Cinder asked

"Yes, I am ready". Crimson said with blood lust.

A braver more honest soul had been corrupted, your army's will fall. You will all fall.

"Welcome to beacon Crimson Throne" Cinder said as they disembarked from their air shift wearing Atlas uniforms.