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This story will contain obscene language, mass & articulately detailed violence, philosophical undertones, and more than likely sexual content. If you can't stomach such content , and have the gall to flame me after reading this clearly labeled text of forewarning, you can go die in a pit & hope that I do not feel enraged enough to hunt you down so as to devour your waste of a soul.
From the Ascending Shadows
Canto II- Luminăsugaci
"…What are you?" inquired the young man, shock quavering his voice.
*As priorly stated, young nephelim, I am the Outsider. I am a power from beyond the material realm… And have decided, earthbound, to assist you in acquiring your vengeance…*
Perplexed by the new monikers bestowed upon him, Jaune arc further addressed this foreign specter.
"Why do you call me those names? Nephelim? Earthbound? I am neither of those things. I am merely Jaune Arc, a simple human."
*But you ARE something more than human now; my boy… the Great Oum has granted you the power of an earthbound angel, a Nephelim… Did you not witness you Aura form its magnificent wings? Oum clearly favors you as much as I do, my boy, if only for your sense of Justice…*
"*sob*… Fat lot of good this power ever did for me!" In anguish, tears began to fall from the young boy's eyes.
In a rare moment of compassion, the Outsider's heart went out to the boy. He began to delevitate, and when he landed next to Jaune he patted the boys back, about the only thing he could do to comfort the fifteen-year old. The customs of comfort & the assuaging of sorrow were near alien concepts to him.
*… Do not cry, young Arc, for while you may have lost your friends & family, you have gained something equally as valuable… the favor of not just one, but TWO higher powers. For without the massive amount of Aura granted by Oum's blessing, you would not have been able to summon me to this plane. I have long been divorced from the material world… It is high time that this was rectified!*
And with a flourishing spinning of his material form, the Outsider began to leviate once more, said form glowing with the dark light Jaune witnessed when this foreign power first appeared. Captivated by the light show, his sorrows momentarily forgotten, Jaune Arc could only stare in flabbergasted awe.
*You, young Arc, shall have your justice! You grandfather was one of my most faithful servants, as were his fathers before him! All the people of this town carried the blood of my worshippers. Now they are all gone! Justinian's line shall not be extinguished as well, if I have anything to say about it! I shall teach you the arts of my janissaries- the Whalers! You will become the most feared of men amongst your enemies, alike to my former paragon, Attano the Unseen…And you shall avenge those who have fallen here this day, human & faunus alike… All that I ask in return, is that you carry out the will of Oum, and mine as well…* and with his piece having been said, the Outsider fell silent…
"Don't do it Jaune!" shouted a female voice from behind the young Arc. With utter shock, Jaune jerked his head to the side, and then moved his whole body to fully perceive his caller. On the floor, slumped against one of the pillars of the fallen cathedral, lay someone that Jaune initially thought dead. It was the mayor's daughter, Jessamine Kaldwin. Jaune once had a massive crush on the elder girl; a crush that became realized when she accepted his hand in courtship during a prior Samhain festival.
However, they had broken up over two years ago, when the lady Kaldwin had sent her daughter to receive an education at Signal, and Jaune had been denied entry. That had changed when she had returned the prior summer for vacation, where upon arriving she had begged Jaune to take her back. Overjoyed, Jaune had happily reaccepted the panther faunus back into his life. Though she soon returned to the academy, they kept in contact throughout the year, and finally reunited when she returned home to partake in the town's Samhain festival once more.
This happiness was short-lived, as faunus revolutionaries from Menagerie had taken up residence in the township, without the knowledge of its populace. When Vale soldiers marched into town searching for them on the day of the festival, violence quickly erupted, and combatants on both sides began to slaughter each other & the township citizens indiscriminately. Jaune & the panther faunus had sought refuge along with other villagers in the House of Oum. When Vale troopers had arrived & began to execute the townies, Jessamine & her lover fought back. But it was too late.
Most of the villagers had been quickly slaughtered. Jessamine herself had been wounded egregiously. She had been shot in the torso a multitude of times, and Jaune thought her dead, quiet as she was in unconsciousness. Evidently she had woken up.
Panic & elation both surged through Jaune as he rushed over to his girlfriend & began to try & cover her bleeding wounds with cloth from his own clothing. He took the panther faunus's hand in his own, rapping his other arm around her, his head laying at the crook of her neck.
"I thought you were dead…" he breathed more than spoke, relief rushing through his veins.
"I'm afraid that nightmare shall soon become a reality, my darling knight…" Jessamine choked out, blood splattering as her lungs tried to alleviate their fluid burden. Eyes widening in horror, the blond boy brought the body of his love closer to him, subconsciously hoping that his presence would be enough to keep her alive.
Jessamine, realizing the distress she was causing her younger lover, traced her fingers around his face, careful to avoid his left eye, which had been cut in the attack, and was barely functional. Though blood was now being spread by her hands across his visage; Jessamine's lover began to calm down.
"But… what will I do without you, Jessie? You're all that I have left." Jaune began to tear despite the soothing feel of his lovers hand on his face.
"I'm not all that there's left Jaune… you still have Emily…" Jessamine's voice began to fade.
"Is your baby sister still alive? Wasn't she at the festival?" Jaune queried, massively confused.
"No, we left her at the house to sleep… and Jaune… She's not my baby sister. She's my daughter… OUR daughter…" her eyes grew sad at this.
Jaune's eyes widened in realization.
"Then, when you broke up with me two years ago…"
"Yes Jaune. I was pregnant. It would have caused a scandal. The faunus mayor's sixteen-year old daughter siring a bastard child with thirteen-year old human boy? Our community is tolerant, but not THAT tolerant. So we hid the truth. Emily was born 9 months into my term at signal. My mother had a miscarriage only a week before, so we pretended that she was my sister. I'm so sorry Jaune, I hid it from you for two years…" her eyes further fell in sadness. Tears began to fall from the sorrowful orbs.
"Don't be… you at least told me now, I could never hate you for this, you know that right?" Jaune clutched his girlfriend's hand, giving it an extra squeeze to reassure her. He smiled reassuringly at her. Yet soon panic reafflicted his thoughts.
"But how am I supposed to raise her, protect her?! I'm only fifteen, and I'm already a cripple! Look my eye! Look at my arm!" And indeed, despite being able to move his arm & its hand (with massive pain), Jaune Arc's right arm, his shield arm, was extremely mangled, having tried to shield himself from explosive rounds used by the Vale troopers during the prior melee.
*If I might interject…*
"What do you want?" Jessamine glared at the foreign specter, who had remained silent during her moment with her lover.
*If you were willing to allow Jaune to enter my service… I would be willing to bless your child, make her my ward. No harm would come to her, I would vow & make I so. If I were to break said vow… I would lose all my power…*
At this, Jessamine's glare relented, and looked up at Jaune's face. She could see the barely-hidden desperation in his eyes, the insecurity in as he tried to make a decision. It was at that moment Jaune, despite his trauma, despite having sired her child, was still a fifteen year old boy. He needed guidance.
"Very well… as much as I may distrust you, Jaune will need your help. Not only to avenge our people, but to protect our daughter. Make your vow, and then allow Jaune to bring Emily here." She looked up at her young lover, eyes pleading.
"Please, get back here soon. I want to see Emily once more, before I die…"
Jaune's eyes grew sad, and he took a moment observes the desolation around him. Said eyes then hardened, and he turned his attention to the Outsider.
"Stay here, and make sure you keep her alive until I get back… I need to go rescue my baby…"
After gently placing his lover back against the pillar, Jaune walked over to the fallen altar of Oum, and pulled Crocea Mors out of the corpse of the murder on top of it, and the stone of the altar itself. He did so with one hand, as a new strength had come to him.
*Go then, child of light, and rescue your own progeny. Though you soon shall join the ranks of shadows, even shadows are the born children of light. And soon, you shall carry out the justice of the greatest Light of all…*
Hiya. A new chapter should be out soon. And things will begin to get alot more in-depth, complicated & expansive. You people should know that this not just a RWBY-Dishonored crossover. That's just merely the primary focus. There will be elements from other media appearing, particularly from another game, which you will see soon.
Don't worry about the main RWBY plot, though. I'll get to that eventually. I'm just building up the world behind my fictionverse first. That, and I want to let the RWBY series grow a little more so I don't supersede the whole damn plot. I like staying relatively canon to the material when I do my work.
As for the title, it's not Latin. It's Romanian. Look it up. Whoever tells me the correct translation first gets acknowledgement next chapter.
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