A/N: Just a general reference thing, whenever someone from RWBY (or JNPR) fights one my OC Villains (Who, for those of you who didn't put the first letter of their titles together, are called HADES) I shall name that chapter (Person 1) VS (Villain).

Chapter 6: Hades Wrath

Solaris and Yang walked side by side together, close together, almost rubbing shoulders, with the rest of their team, and fellow classmates, wandering over this latest development. While being largely ignored by most, some had taken a great interest in it, namely Ruby, who was rather unnerved by the concept of Solaris and Yang doing…anything. Yet she was also the one to declare their partnership "Solar Flare" after discovering what Solaris' name actually translated to. So, all in all, a fairly usual response in Solaris' books.

Bringing his mind back to the task at hand, he gazed around Forever Fall Forest, remarking at its quiet beauty, hardly listening to the instructions Goodwitch was delivering. It was only until Yang elbowed him playfully in the ribs did he snap back to attention.

"So all were doing is getting sap?" she asked him. Solaris, not actually knowing if this was the task or not, merely nodded slowly in a non-comital fashion. He took a proffered jar from Yang.

"Goodwitch said to stay close to our partners, Yang" Blake said from behind her, tapping her shoulder for attention.

"I'm sure Solaris can come with us though" she added quickly, upon seeing Yang and Solaris' crestfallen expression at the thought of being separated, even briefly. However, something else intervened. Well, someone else, that is.

"I'm afraid, young ladies, that Mr. Potentia will be accompanying me for the duration of this lesson. You two can go along now. I have matters to discuss with this fine young man here" Announced the stoic Ms. Goodwitch, looking at the three teenagers in question, sternly gazing at Yang and Blake before the walked off slowly. Turning her gaze back to the resolute Solaris, she softened her expression and then motioned for him to follow.

They wandered around, rather aimlessly, it seemed to Solaris, with no idle chatter to lighten the apparently dark mood that had settled, nor the stillness of the air around them. When they had finally reached a secluded area far outside the lessons area, Goodwitch finally spoke.

"It has come to my attention that you have had some people in your past who may be back to haunt you" She said simply, in a way that did not suggest in any interpretation of her words that this was a question nor speculation, but a statement of fact. Solaris sighed softly. He knew it too. It only really matters who it is that comes to find me.

"Yes" he offered in manner of response. "Indeed I do. My past with them is dead and buried, yet I do not think that they feel the same way with me"

If surprised, she did not show it. "So you admit to know these people?" She asked. Solaris nodded. He could not deny it. Best not hold it back or else someone who exploit it later. He would tell her all she needed to know.

"I do. Yet, I wander, how do you? They do not operate inside the kingdoms, they barely even have operations to begin with. In fact, the only time anyone comes across them they have no idea who, or what, they are. But apparently you do. So, tell me, how? Because it does not bode well if you know" He replied, rounding on her. He did not care that he was technically only a student here in good faith, this was much more important. If they were coming to Vale to find him, then he would go to drastic measures to stop them.

Goodwitch didn't reply, merely handed him her scroll. On it was security footage of an industrial zone, showing a dark robed figure dispatch a group of White Fang mercenaries with a few swift strokes of a blade and some esoteric semblance. He wore the same armour design as Solaris was know, albeit a different colour.

"This man was seen only a few days ago on the edge of Vale. Based on his…uniqueness, as well as the armour, Ozpin and I decided he must be related to you. And I feel that you haven't been honest with us. All of us." She said, gesturing with her arms. Solaris knew it was true. He had told them so much, yet there some things which were better left unsaid. Until now. Now it mattered.

"If you want the truth, right here, right now, then I can only tell you what matters. The facts about these people, and the part of my past I feel the least proud of. These people, they are an ancient cult of people gathered from all over the world. Each one is selected at a young age to feel a very specific role in that group, with a series of rites and rituals being required to earn the title needed to be part of this group. The final thing you need to do is to kill the previous owner of that title and take their traditional arms and armour." Solaris gestured to his armour, the silver plate mail gleaming in the sunlight. As he was doing this, he also unsheathed his knife, the long, broad bladed weapons blade measuring from his elbow to fingertips. Serrated barbs run along the edge of it, and a thin, shiny, liquid seeped from the pores in these barbs.

"This is my traditional weapon, called Bord de la Souffrance, the Edge of Suffering" Goodwitch, upon examining the blade, could see why. She had no doubt that the blades serrated teeth cut and flayed flesh as the liquid seeping from the pores entered the bloodstream, no doubt some poison designed to accelerate heartbeat and increase bleeding. It was a cruel, barbaric weapon, and she could only imagine of the mind that had conceived it.

"The cult maintains belief in one thing. That there comes a time when every civilization crumbles and weakens, when injustice and corruption destroys society from within, when the populace becomes blinded to their slavery and the whims of the few steer the fate of all civilization. They maintain that the morality and justice of these 'falling worlds' as they call them, must be undone and destroyed, a relic of the elder days, soon to be forgotten. It is their belief that when civilization goes beyond a point where it can't be saved, when the world begins to fall apart and the order of the time collapses, when the apocalypse comes, that they should be there to ensure only the best of it survives, by making sure that they endure every possible torment, to rise from the ashes having passed the five tests of the apocalypse. When they subject the world to these tests, few survive. But when it passes, they see themselves as the architects of the new era of civilization, the creators of a race of beings closer to perfection than before." Goodwitch listened in silence.

"They believe that the apocalypse of this civilization dawns. They think that this world can no longer be saved, and are preparing the five tests" Solaris looked over at Goodwitch, who nodded, as if this was something perfectly ordinary that she heard every day, which, for all Solaris knew, it could be.

"And what are these five tests?" She asked of him. Solaris sighed. He had hoped to never say these names aloud again.

"Hatred, the test to see how much hate can be borne, how much anger rules and empowers the survivors. Agony, to see how much pain we can go through without breaking, how much it will take to make us give in. Death, to see how many need die before we learn, how many lives we would sacrifice to ensure the survival of the best of us that are left. Entropy, to ensure that the failures of the last civilization are destroyed and forgotten to the rest, but remembered by us, and to see how we can face the end of all that we knew"

Goodwitch was about to interject at this point when another voice spoke first, a voice hollow and dry, as if the speaker was not used to saying words aloud.

"And Suffering, to watch and ensure that everyone knows the pain of loss, the sights of their family, slain, the sight of their lover, slain, the sight of their cities, burning, the sights of their world, collapsing, and the realisation of how alone they truly are. Come on, old friend, do not remove yourself from this sad little tale of ours"

Turning around at once, Goodwitch and Solaris saw the speaker. Clad in dark orange armour, the same as Solaris in all regards except colour, with a deep orange jewel in the middle of the chestplate. He wore no mask or robes, revealing a young man with raven black hair in an unruly mane that terminated at his shoulders, and hazel eyes. A scar ran along his right cheek from beneath his ear to above his mouth, and another scar above his left eye. He smiled warmly at Solaris as he slowly approached.

"Solaris, my old friend" He said, stretching out his arm in greeting.

"Aaron. Or, as I suppose you would have yourself called, Entropy."

The newcomer seemed to consider this thoughtfully a moment.

"Yes, I suppose that is true. But I come not to dither over names. I come to tell you that the rest of them are coming. Hate is already here! He has infiltrated Beacon! Death has found a lair to act from and is preparing to meet you in person. All that remains is Agony, namely because she seems to be occupied elsewhere"

However, before Solaris could reply to Aaron, Goodwitch spoke, enraged at this transgression.

"What do you mean, infiltrated Beacon? Who have you got inside our school? Tell me! TELL ME!" She shouted, but Aaron only shook his head.

"You couldn't find him. Even if you burnt down the whole school to do it, he would always allude you. But fret not, we have no quarrel with you. At least, I don't. I came for Solaris" Aaron returned, fixing each person with his steady gaze.

"Solaris. Things are not going well. Death is growing increasingly fanatical, something that even for him is unusual. Hate follows blindly whilst Agony slips closer and closer to insanity. I departed soon after you did to find you and bring you back, but always you escaped my reach before I could get to you. Now though, I am here, and you have to listen, old friend. Remember, back in the day, when it was us? As it always should be? You and I, we were the voices of reason in that group, to hold back the mad ravings of Death. You know that our aim is fruitless, as do I. This world can still be saved from the darkness that festers in its heart. But the others don't see it. They know we are forbidden to interfere with the events of the world until it nears it end, but Death thinks were already there! He is preparing the tests! You know what horror he will unleash! Evil unimagined will be freed from its prison of eons to once more walk upon the land, to bring humanity to its bitter end and the rise of its tyrannical evil. It is not for the world to suffer that. Never has a civilization fell into such decay and destruction that the end of all things need be unleashed to cleanse the damage! Yet Death believes that this is that time!"

Solaris stood, shocked, whilst Goodwitch observed from a distance. They were discussing something that apparently only their group was privy to, some evil that could apparently end all life as they knew it, and undo everything that humanity had ever done. It was suffice to say, this was not the usual things she dealt with. World devouring evils were the things of children's tales and nightmares. They had no place in the real world.

"And what have you done to stop him?" Solaris asked after hearing all of this, through a clenched jaw. Aaron looked crestfallen.

"Nothing. I cannot do anything. Death always has Hate or Agony by his side, and the third out on some mission or whatnot. And with you gone…well…you know that the only way to ensure that is never comes to pass is to prevent all five stones being wielded by one person"

Solaris nodded, and looked down automatically to the silver jewel in his armour, and Aaron to the orange jewel he possessed. They were far more then decoration or telepathic conduits.

"Yet Death has not taken the others by force?" Solaris asked carefully of Aaron, who shook his head.

"There is still hope. Delusion does not blind him. Yet."

Solaris was about to approach Aaron to ask further of him when a loud yell was heard from the forest, followed by the roar of a Grimm. Aaron smiled at the sound.

"Oh, how I miss the days when all it was in life was killing Grimm. Those truly were the days"

His calm and unconcerned reaction was not shared by Solaris and Goodwitch, who looked around for the source. It sounded like someone was being attacked. I hope Yang is safe. Please yet Yang be safe.

Goodwitch turned to Solaris and Aaron, and then back around to the source of the noise. She was torn between getting more information or ensuring the safety of her students. However, it seemed she do not have to choose, for Aaron, in a swift flourish of the arm, manifested a pale, leaf green cloak that hung from his back to his feet, and, with a flourish, begun to extend both arms out. Solaris, having seen this many times before, dived forward in panic.

"Aaron, DON'T!" He yelled vainly, for Aaron brought his arms into an X-shape and then split them apart, his cloak swirling around him to consume him like a serpent consumes its prey, before he exploded into a shower of dead leaves. Solaris fell flat on his face into the pile of dead and dying leaves that lay in a heap on the forest floor where Aaron had once stood.

"Blasted teleporting pri-" he begun, then remembered Goodwitch was behind him. He opened his mouth to apologise when she said, straight faced-"I share the sentiment", and then promptly ran off to uncover what was unfolding. Solaris hauled himself upwards of the ground, to hear in his head:

"…remember, Solaris, Hate is in the school. Pay attention. He likes to hide in plain sight. I can't help you any more right now, Death is recalling me. I think he senses that we had this little discussion of ours. Remember…plain sight…"

The words engraved into his mind, Solaris broke into a sprint after Goodwitch, his thoughts split between concern for his immediate surroundings and the ill-spoken words Aaron had told him. They had closed in on him faster than he would have liked, yet he would not surrender idly to them, not until they saw what he saw, that the world still had things worth saving, worth fighting for.

Things like Yang.

XXX

It was later that night that Solaris finally cleared the events of earlier today out of his mind, to focus on more…prominent things.

Team RWBYS was in their dorm room, each person on their bed (or hammock, in Solaris case), talking about idle matters, gossip, jokes or studies. Solaris paid these no heed whilst he cleaned his armour. Even after the incident with the Ursa, someone (Nora) still managed to get sap on people. Said people being Solaris and Solaris alone. In her defence though, he wasn't to know that she was aiming for the perceived Beowulf (Read, beehive) that was apparently hiding in the tree directly above him, nor was he to know that Nora had something against beehives that can be easily mistaken for Beowolves (Which are none of them).

Anyway, the point was that he got sap on his armour, the second time in this month he got a stain on his armour. Vigorously cleaning the plate, with Ruby and Weiss chatting in contentment, Yang in the shower, and Blake reading, it was all so calm…until Blake through her book across the room, shouting "Fucking BULLSHIT!" in the most un-Blake like manner. Solaris jumped so badly he tipped out of the hammock, Ruby squeaked like a frightened mouse and flew into Weiss's arms, and Weiss bit back her own unladylike response. Meanwhile, in the shower, Yang shouted, through the wall, something that probably was "What was that?" but sounded like "Whafmurgaphalthaf?" through the thick wall. Also, everyone in the Team JNPR dorm room (Which was only actually Nora and Ren, due to Pyrrha and Jaune being on the roof, training) jumped to their feet at this surprised shout from the opposing dorm room. Ren thought someone must've been hit in the face accidentally whilst Nora felt as if they were scheming some evil scheme that involved lots of swearing. However, the truth was something else, something more mundane…and odd.

"What on earth was that for?" Weiss half shouted, half demanded, whilst unknowingly patting the startled Ruby on the back (To Ruby's secret delight).

Blake had her arms crossed and her face set in a frown, looking most directly at Solaris, who felt he knew where this was going. He glanced over at the book she was reading…'Dust and Fire: Book One, A Dance of Thrones'.

Ah.

She must've just read the end.

Straightening himself up to face her, he picked the book up and sure enough she was on the very page where Eddord Stake gets beheahed for being falsely accused of treason against the crown after trying (unsuccessfully) to expose the illegitimacy of the would be king. It was…shocking…to say the least, when he first read it, mainly for the suddenness of the killing, but Blake didn't seem to like it at all.

"So…uh…you reached the part where his 'punishment' is dealt, so to speak, for his false crimes?" Solaris asked the grumpy Blake, who merely huffed something in response.

"What was that?" Weiss asked, who didn't quite hear.

"It was such fucking bullshit" Blake said louder, causing Weiss to cover Ruby's ears with her hands. Solaris smiled at her, whilst gleefully laughing inside his head at the prospects of her reading book three…

A/N: Sorry for anyone who has not read Game of Thrones: Book 1 nor watched the show.

Also sorry for this relatively short length chapter, but I ran out of time when writing it. However, it is going to be somewhere soon. In the next two chapters, the assembled villains shall meet the assembled RWBYS, albeit in what capacity though?

You shall see.

You shall see.

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