I really enjoyed writing this short little chapter, and this is also the full introduction of Gryre Bealdor, the main big bad for the next arc in The Passing of War. I hope you like him. Also, Chapter Two, like One, has been updated and revamped into a much better chapter that it was before. So go on, Read it my friends!

Disclaimer-I do not own RWBY, which is owned by the late and great Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. Only thing I own is my characters.

8 Sextilis, 3176 PD -G. Bealdor-

"Fifty-Four?" I gestured for the female Pawn's attention, who came as eagerly as was expected, and waited for my command with the usual enthusiasm of herself. She was my favorite Pawn, even though she was only eighteen, due to her yearning to appease me in my requests. She was one of the few Pawns that were not only allowed into my abode, but to not have to wear the sacks like the others. Her hair chin length and curly, with the coloring being in the chestnut range, framing her soft features and brilliant sapphire eyes. She wore the dress most female Pawns wore within the grounds of my estate, a blue blouse and a knee length, white skirt over black stockings and bar shoes. Even the lowliest Pawns get a small dosage of the high fashion, but only a small dosage. "Would you be a dear and retrieve more Strousshelm Wine for our guests?" She nodded, but waited, seeming to expect more from the request. I waved her off, her skipping in the direction of the cellar, as my body shifted back to the attention of my most 'honored' guests. One of which was staring back at me in amusement.

"Why, Gryre, I didn't think you were so attracted to such young ladies." Her voice seemed to articulate her words with sadistic glee, her eyes having a literal fire behind them with the joy of someone so unrefined in trying to drive a stake of guilt or embarrassment into someones heart. Sadly for her, I have none of those things.

My ornate chalice was at my lips as she awaited my reaction, the sweet yet metallic taste of my red wine flowing into my mouth, as I imagined all the possible ways to kill young Cinder. Perhaps make her see everyone abandoning her as I gut her with Jack? No, to simple. Put a cloth bag over her head and throw her into the ocean? Wouldn't satisfy me enough. Perhaps make her hang herself and sleep to the sounds of her breathless pleas for help? While it does puts a smile on my face, I already have someone else in mind for that. For now, I shall bide my time with the unavoidable death that she will be condemned to. Back to the matter at hand however…

Removing the chalice from my lips, letting the taste soothe my highly psychotic thoughts to a more mild level, "Your gall comment is hypocritical, young Cinder. The fact your insinuations are stretching as far as my mere dialogue with a servant of mine, who is of lower blood mind you, is irrevocable prove that you are, once more, amusing me like the sadistic and bratty jester I see you as." My mouth shifted into a grin as fire seemed to dance around her eyes, and her to followers seemed to have differing reactions.

The beautiful Sustrai seemed to tense at her masters anger, but looked ready to support in whatever assault she could possibly attempt against me. The idiotic Mercury was so far induced in the luxurious food I provided to them that he could hardly notice the influx of heat that was likely near him. Or he just could simply care less of the predicament he could be positioned in. Before Cinder could hurl a fireball that had been forming during my period of observation, my aura flared outwards in its dull yellow color.

"Stop."

Her body tensed up as my eyes widened with the activation of my semblance, as a small hint of fear seemed to grasp her for a split second, before it was replaced by fury once more. "Stay Seated." Emerald and Mercury, who seemed to finally realize the potentially disastrous situation he was in the middle of, slammed back into their chairs, yelping in surprise and pain. "You Both May Continue Your Meals Now." And that they did.

I walked around the table slowly, my borderline stalking earning glares from my guests, before stopping myself in front of Cinders tense and motionless body, still standing and poised to fling her diminishing fireball. Tilting my head in analysis of her posture, I began to move her arms, one of which no longer had a flame hovering with its palm, to be clasped in front of her body. I straightened her back as well, and positioned her legs closer together. Stepping away from her, I observed my model with approval. "Your posture was bothering me while you sat there, insulting your host may I point out, and in the heat of your assault upon me for my admittedly pitiful insult, I took it upon myself to correct it and make you look like the elegant lady that you dress as." I moved back to my seat with the dining hall and sat back down upon my throne, "Now, Sit, And Tell Me Your Current Plans For Getting The Black Queen Virus Onto The Beacon Servers." And she did just that, the plan to smuggle themselves in under the bravado of Haven students and, during some school event during the visit, sneak into the CCT Tower and install Watts' little program. How simple, and disappointing to say matter of factly. It hurt even more that Salem didn't divulge this to me. I would have to ask here the purpose of her choosing to retain this information from me in our next convocation.

"Forget That I Asked You This Question And Return To Your Base Of Operations Under The Pretense That You Had An Enjoyable Time Here."

The three of them stood up and left as simple as the command was, and I soon felt my eyes return to normal. Growling, I began to stand up before snapping my fingers twice. Footsteps sounded behind me as a bottle of Strousshelm was placed within my outstretched hand. "You may return to your quarters for the rest of the day, Fifty-Four." Turning, I glimpsed a quick curtsy before she began skipping in the opposite direction of her arrival. Watching her for a matter of seconds, my eyelids shut as I called out for Bishop in my mind, 'Bishop."

The response was immediate. "Yes, Ser?"

'Meet me in my study as soon as you are available. We have information to go over before my departure for Beacon.'

"Of course, Ser. I will arrive there shortly."

I began walking down the corridors of my estate, passing multiple painting and sculptures of long dead men and women. Passing my one of my favorites, an ultra realistic image of the slaughter of the Pinkertons and their company town, brought back memories to my first kill, which was the aforementioned slaughter.

Something I would soon be doing to everyone at Beacon Academy very soon.

At that thought, I let my mild psychopathy go as high as I wanted. A series of laughter emanated from me, echoing and bouncing about the corridors of my ever so lavish abode.

As my laughter continued, I thought only one, small thing. And that was going to be how I was going to kill everyone at that school.

So, a couple of things to tell and ask my people. First, My break in between the last chapter and the admittedly small chapter you just read (hopefully) is because I was writing out a better outline than the one I wrote before, and because I have made a legitimate world surrounding this story and the world of Remnant it encompasses. Which leads into the next thing that I'm about to tell you. Second, as I'm sure you've noticed, I've made a calendar for the world (a thing I'm still waiting for in the actual show), and leads into a question: Would you guys be interested if I replaced the less interesting, in my opinion, WOR chapter covering the concept of Grimm Evolution with better worldbuilding one on the establishment of the Discovery Calendar (There's a reason it's called that name)?

Other than that, tell me your opinion on Gryre and his seemingly overpowered semblance (and others if you know what I'm talking about), and give any constructive criticisms on this chapter. It will only make me improve as a writer, and make a better, more enjoyable story for all of you to read.

And as always everyone, have a wonderful day!

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