Chapter 1: When Shit Hits the Fan…
"Every time we fight together, I gain a greater appreciation for that semblance of yours."
The body of a man, in standard White Fang soldier uniform, lay face down in the snow, blood seeping into the snow around his neck. Blake stood behind him, wearing a dark grey winter coat lined with black fur, bearing her emblem in dark purple on the back, with jet black insulated cargo pants and black combat boots. Her sword, now stained with blood, featured a glossy black single-edged blade swept slightly back and hooked behind the tip. The gun section of Gambol Shroud featured a silver inlay of a cat encircled by the backdrop of the moon, with a spike under the muzzle of the gun. The other half of Gambol Shroud, now a long dagger, featured a receptacle for a vial of dust, allowing it to achieve various effects both for combat and utility. Ruby lay on her back, clearly having been ready to obliterate the unlucky faunus who stumbled upon their vantage point, her signature red cloak having been made heavier and lined on the inside with black fur for the cold wintery environment, Under that, she chose a simple red-accented black winter jacket with matching snow pants and combat boots. Crescent Rose had been upgraded as well, featuring a quick semi-automatic action, lighter-weight and more durable parts, and a form factor that better resembled a rifle when collapsed. The scythe blades of Crescent Rose had been upgraded to a lighter weight but more durable alloy produced by the Schnee Dust company, allowing Ruby to easily cut through tempered steel with enough force. Hidden within the haft of Crescent Rose was a short and lightweight sword meant for close combat.
"Ruby, how long do we have before they notice that they're down a guy?"
"They usually check in about every 30 minutes, so by my estimate we should still have a good ten minutes before the next check in."
"Then we have to move. I'll rush in and draw their attention, once they're focused on me start picking them off one by one."
"Gotcha, be careful Blake. Yang would have my head if I brought you back with even a scratch."
"Don't worry about me, I can handle a few goons."
The red-eyed immortal scanned the room carefully. Pretty much everything except for him was either scorched or blasted to bits, including some humanoid beings that had been present in the room upon his arrival. Scorched bits of paper flitted down through the air, no longer being disturbed by the distortions caused by interdimensional travel. A light in embedded in the ceiling slowly started to flicker on, having survived the previous commotion, though the immortal could see just fine without it. Closer inspection revealed the room to have been a sort of planning room, and the bodies strewn across it appeared to be those of soldiers, each bearing an emblem of a bestial head with claw marks through it as well as the assortment of weapons carried by the men.
The immortal let out a breath. "Don't tell me I've just ended up in the middle of another war." The room definitely appeared to be dedicated to strategic planning, the tattered remnants of what appeared to be a marked-up map of the area still hanging off the wall. The immortal's contemplation of his choice of universe was cut short by a commotion outside the only door to the room. He could only faintly pick up the sounds of struggle and metal biting into flesh, the room having obviously been soundproofed, before two women burst into the room, one in a red cloak and the other with peculiar triangular ears on her head.
Blake and Ruby burst through the door of the planning room only to be frozen in shock at what they saw. The entire room was in ruins, looking like someone had set off a few fire dust crystals inside. Everything inside, including the White Fang soldiers and whatever information they had on the Coalition, was absolutely destroyed, except for a single light and a figure seemingly untouched by the chaos surrounding him. This man was the real reason Blake and Ruby were frozen. They'd trained for four years at Beacon to become Huntresses. They brought down Cinder Fall and Roman Torchwick, crippled the White Fang, and exposed the Coalition's plans to the world. They'd been doing mission after mission for two years since graduating. They knew how to recognize danger, and every fiber of their being was telling them that this man, standing almost nine feet tall and staring them down with gleaming blood red eyes, was a major threat. This standoff continued for nearly a minute before Ruby worked up the courage to speak.
"W-w-wh-who-o a-are y-you?"
The man simply stared back at Ruby, seemingly staring straight into the depths of her soul. Ruby tried to find her voice again, this time raising her voice.
"W-who are you!?"
"I am Kelas Sekarian, Archangel of the Dark Legion and God of Nothing. What is this place?"
"Y-you have a lot of n-nerve, c-calling yourself a G-g-god!" Blake spat out.
"I did not choose my title, nor my status. This world, what do you call it?"
"R-remnant…" Ruby replied nervously, taking a step back.
"What is your purpose here?" The tall man shifted his stance, narrowing his gaze at Ruby.
"W-we came here t-to hunt down a t-terrorist group a-and get i-information on their e-employers…"
"Why the hell are you answering his questions?" Blake hissed at Ruby.
"It appears any information that could be found here was destroyed during my arrival. Does that passage lead outside?" The man said, gesturing out the door towards the stairway the girls had just rushed down.
"Y-yea"
"I will be leaving then, this world may prove entertaining after all." The man said as he started walking towards the exit. "It is likely that we will cross paths again." As the man passed, the girls felt a powerful presence bearing down on them, forcing them to drop to their knees, "May the fates be in your favor." and with that the mysterious stranger climbed the stairs and vanished into the forest.