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Also a word of warning I have written some lemon in this chapter so be warned

Ruby grinned as she sat down after finishing the last of the nine daggers with the ninth in neon green and copper resting on her lap as she prepared to sharpen it. The steel was a glistening silver that shimmered in dark and light alike and was engraved with runes that depicted honor, freedom, and happiness in a long curving mark that connected all three of them.

Ruby's own dagger was a short but elegant thing that curved like her scythe and had numerous runes engraved on it seemingly making a garden of flour like runes that glowed red in darkness and seemed to shine like a torch with the touch of Grimm blood. She remembered her first test with it against a Beowulf that had lasted only but a few moments against her which ended with the Beowulf's skull rolling across the floor of the room leaving the body twitching before her.

She then looked over at each dagger to the left of her own. First was Weiss's which was elegant and long, fashioned after the dagger that Winter had paired with her blade Ruby hoped Weiss would be able to use it in battle and other things as well since she made each knife for being worn just about anywhere. She had also engraved dust infused runes into the hilt and blade of the dagger and had been able to make it in the fashion that Weiss's snowflake was in.

The next dagger was Blake's and was single edged with blackened steel with runes engraved into the blade in the similar color, hiding the deadly symbols from others while still allowing for them to be read upon inspection. There was very little in the way of a guard at the hilt of the dagger but that was covered by the fact that the blade was quiet as a whisper when drawn and could cut through most things Grimm save an Ursa and above in size.

Yang's dagger was fashioned to fit onto her gauntlet and could be activated and used as a punching dagger with its wide base and narrow tip all engraved with flaming runes that seemed to sing with each slash or stab of the blade.

She then moved on to team JNPR's blades beginning with Jaune's which was a long single edged hunting Seax with white runes that granted the ability to pierce grimm hide. The sheath for his blade was able to be strapped to either his shoulder or hip.

Nora's blade was fashioned after her personality, vibrant and loud with the pink runes seemingly sparking whenever exposed to sunlight along the long knife that ended at the beginning of the hilt that had now crossguard.

Pyrrha's blade was a teardrop blade with red runes and a bronze hilt that lead to a leather wrapped grip that shone slightly in the sunlight. The sheath would go on the hip or on to the inside of her shield.

Ren's dagger was long and curved as it had runes carved in green with the last one by the end of the blade being fashioned like a flower in pink as the hilt was wrapped in leather dyed green. The sheath would go onto his hip or small of his back with the leather of the sheath having flower like designs pressed into it and highlighted in green. She smiled as she placed Penny's dagger into its sheath and sat back to look at her work a small smile dancing across her lips. "I guess I should wrap them or something, I'll decide tomorrow."

Screams of horses and men filled the air as Grimoire swung his blade against the Mantleian knight nearly smashing the sword to pieces but instead launching the knight back several inches. Blood and mud seeped around his boot as he stepped over a corpse to pursue his foe who screamed as Grimoire crushed his chent cavity with the flat end of his blade caving in the man's ribcage and ending the knights life.

He looked up at the banners that surrounded him, the spears of Mantle, The Axes of Vale, The shield of Mistral and the Swords of Vacuo all battled around him as the crowned Thorned Rose banner flew above depicting a black rose covered in thorns on a field of red and white. He saw his comrades around him slashing their foes to pieces with the power lent to them by their ally who was now gone. The power of vampyrism, unending life as long as you drink the blood of peoples, something Grimoire had negated by using grimm essence which was just as filling in his opinion. He thrust his shortsword into an approaching knight's throat before flinging the body into several of the knights from Mantle toppling them. 'This is glorious!' A voice sang, high and jovial with a hint of laughter in it. 'Look at them all! Killing each other while the true threat fights amongst them!' Grimoire silenced the voice that had been pestering him, telling him to kill or to wreak more violence on the innocent, but he did not especially after the massacre at Hanford where a band of Valeans had tried to stop them.

"Grimoire you there little brother?" Grimoire turned to see his elder brother Thorn walking towards him, a pair of Mantle knights impaled on his twin sythes. "We must end this now, before the Grimm take advantage. "Grimoire nodded before charging after his brother towards the Mantle banners, with thousands of their comrades following in armor painted red, black and left silver sweeping past the other armies and mainly killing the Mantle warriors on their way through. Grimoire saw him, the corrupt king, the one who was responsible for so many Grimm incursions into the safety of the kingdoms including his own. "We must end this now!" Grimoire saw a Valean knight wrapped in a great helm and full plate armor with dual golden arcs dancing across his chest as he smashed his way past Mantle's knights with a Longsword that shone like the moon as it carved bloody swathes through the enemy lines.

Grimoire and Thorn exchanged a look before Krieg and Althea passed them. "Come on let's do this!" Grimoire chuckled at the young Lady's enthusiasm before following them into the Mantle forces, smashing aside men and cleaving others in twain as they followed Thorn and Arc towards the center of the maddening battle. In the center of it all was a pulsing madness that pulled at his mind and tore at his scalp, trying to pull his skull from his body with a red smile and wide vicious black eyes.

He awoke to the echos of the war and sat up with sweat coating his bare body as he looked about his room for the creature that had once been a king. "Just a dream." He murmured as he tried to get up only to be dragged back into bed by a pair of pale hands that had a single black gemstone ring wrapped around the pale hands ring finger. Althea's silver hair seemed to make an oralia around her face as Grimoire turned to her to see her tired features. "Yes love?" He asked raising an eyebrow as Althea opened one of her eyes. "Too early." The statement was more order than suggestion and Grimoire decided to lay back down with her. He then recalled the previous night, when they had finally gotten some time to themselves.

Grimoire remembered the time prior to becoming a Vampyre when they had found Althea, she had been hiding in her family's basement and had met him through the solid connection of a frying pan to the face which nearly broke his nose. He also remembered how she had frantically apologized afterwards and would only stop to berate him on his 'barbarism' which was founded at the time even as they slowly began to do similar things such as both of them eating meat off the bone or actually washing at least once a week. To put it simply Althea became Grimoire's other half and if you saw one troublemaker than the other would be nearby. This as Grimoire remembers with disdain is when Althea was captured and then tortured, he remembered Thorn telling him to leave her and instead he stormed the small keep she was held in and freed her which is when they for all intents and purposes connected romantically to one another. For Grimoire it was to heal after what happened to his home for Althea it was learning to trust people again which she eventually did with him and then the others. But the way of destiny would require them to part for a time, for after Thorns death and the war they had to return to their holdings and watch over the remaining kingdoms to ensure their safety, until now that is.

Althea shifted next to him, curling slightly towards him her arms reaching out and encircling him before lightly pulling him back into her embrace. He decided to lay back down and pull her form to his own, allowing her mane of silver and his of pitch to mix around them like water. He remembered what he vowed to her, when she told him that she wanted to start a family with him and the extensive conversation that happened after with the two of them sitting in each other's arms and chattering the night away until they had been called back to their duties.

Grimoire started to stand as as the sheets fell off of him Althea got out of the bed as well her toned legs and wide hips swayed as she strutted to where her robe was as her hair bounced in time with her steps. She caught him staring and decided to stretch before raising an eyebrow at him. He huffed as he walked over to her with a few long strides before he towered over her. "So, do you wish to continue?" Althea's Cheshire smile and her almost ethereal laugh answered his question. So he picked her up and the two of them fell back into bed.

WARNING SMUT BELOW

Grimoire smiled as he felt her tracing circles onto his chest with ice cold fingers leaving red tracks leading back down the Lords chest towards his waist. "Althea, how long has it been?" He allowed his hand to wonder down, down the shorter Vampyre's body as they once again locked lips. Their legs were intertwined with Althea laying atop Grimoire, both of them exposed to the air of their room. "

Eighty? No Ninety years." Her gasp was pleasure to his ears as he allowed his more primal side to take over and he quickly advance, flipping the positions as he began kissing her, tasting her flesh and leaving a series of red marks down her neck and collarbone down to her ample bosom where he teasingly lapped at them and gently gnawed upon them eliciting groans of pleasure from his mistress. Then he felt her hands gripping at his hair, pulling him upwards.

He followed them, still leaving his little path of marks along her body until their mouths locked again, she wrapped her legs about him her heat plainly needing as his carnal nature urged him and he plunged into her filling into a heated tunnel he allowed his hands to wonder, one went to her back lifting her so they could be closer as his member rubbed at her entrance. "Are your ready love?"

Althea smiled at him as he plunged in bathing his member in her warmth as she gripped his back, he slowly built a rhythm as he continued to fuck her speeding up gradually as they kissed, he then began to use his thumb and index finger to twirl her pale pink nipples between his fingers before lightly squeezing her tits eliciting a slight laugh from her they kissed.

They continued in this silent pleasure for what felt like hours with Grimoire speeding up until finally his inner walls burst allowing for his seed to fill her fully as she happily moaned into him as they both fell onto their bed huffing and sweating from the exertion. "So M'lady, art thou pleased?" He smirked at her as she lightly smacked his jaw before kissing him again.

"Yes, I'm very pleased, and we should do this again without a two digit gap wait." He smiled as he sat up moving over her and smiling down at her with a predatory grin. "Certainly M'lady."

SMUT END

I have no idea what I've just done but I know one thing that shall be explained via a quote of deadpool.

I'm touching myself tonight… Most likely.

Have a good summer folks, from your slightly deranged writer - LP