He has been called many things.
Adventurer, Slayer of the Great Dragoon, Knight of Calan, Knight of Bane, Seneschal of Princess Waltz, Hero of Azurth, Hero of Kinsworth, Hero of… so many titles. But, there is one name that shine brighter than others in his thousand-year reign.
The Dark Lord of Reven.
And he is, at the moment, bored. With his shoulders, dropping, and his back slumping. The Dark Lord took a deep breathe, and sighed.
"Tyrian!" A pony tailed dark-haired man, along-side with a nobleman's attire, appeared before him and genuflected.
"Yes, my liege!"
Thinking for a moment, before deciding to sprout the words that will haunt him for the rest of his immortal years.
"Find me a… source of entertainment."
"Is the torture chamber not of your taste, my king?"
"What? No!… n-not that kind of entertainment!" he hid his shudder; he would not wish even in his greatest enemies such fate...
He may be a Dark Lord, but that doesn't mean he is that kind of Dark Lord. Thinking hard for a moment, the Dark Knight then found the exact thing-
"Bring me the wizard!"
"As you command, O' great king!"
A minute later, the door before his throne opened, and out came an old man accompanied by his ever-fateful loyal demon. Ashen white hair, and hardened eyes, he is also one of his fateful servants who swore allegiance to him, after he himself offered a solution to the wizard's problem.
Even to this day, the Dark Lord could not fathom how solving a domestic problem between couples, would earn him such a companion…
"How may I be of service, great king?" The wizard bowed deeply.
"How fare the teleportation spell, I ask of you to made?"
"Pleasantly well your highness!" The old man's eyes shone with youth. "Although it may not be fully functional at the moment, considering the distance required is-
"Excellent!" He beamed; it seems his days of being haunted by boredom is at its end. With his armor clinking as he stands, the dark lord stood tall and relieved.
"Show me the way, wizard!"
"But my king, the spell is still not fully complete!" The wizard exclaimed "There are many factors that could endanger the user! Such as the destruction of magik! Or crossing the wrong dimens-
"Nonsense! I cannot wait no further. This spell must be used at this instance!"
"b-bu-
"I am the Dark Lord of Reven. Do not fear. Nothing of that sort can match my own might! Besides, I am terribly bored! This castle is full of the Strongest Beasts and the most Terrible of Demons! Not a Single Adventurer has managed to reach the second floor! Not. A. Single. One…"
After years of aiding his liege since he was but a humble Adventurer, The grand mage knows one thing. And that is, once the Dark Lord made a decision, he would never go back at his own word.
"As you wish, your majesty." The wizard sighed. The least he can do is make sure the teleportation spell is working at a functional level. After all, granting the King his wishes would be a step towards paying his debts towards his savior.
~Ozma's Chambers~
"What is this?"
"The bones of the teleporting winter wyvern you slew fourteen summers ago."
"Ah I see… what is this?"
"The captured soul of a velocity gnome."
"Oh, I remember! Was he called… Rowan?"
"Roman, your liege."
"Ah I see… what is this?"
"With all due respect your highness! I need to concentrat-"the Grand Wizard gasps "My king! don't touch that!" He leaped and swatted away the Kings' hands before he could blow the entire castle to smithereens.
Apologizing after, the Wizard then explains why the glowing stone filled with chaotic magik energy is not safe to touch.
Crisis averted; the old mage begun to continue finalizing his work. But sighed again as he senses his lord itching away to another artifact of destruction.
"My King, if I may, you already have conquered all lands of Reven, subsumed Kingdoms in your name, and charmed the beautiful ladies of Va-
"Get to the point, Ozma. You know I do not like to dance with words."
He turned and faced his king.
"As you wish, mas-" he sighed as the Dark Lord raised his eyebrows "Okay, then. Jaune, I have known you since before your ascent to power and world domination. Have met you long before Tyrian swore his devotion to you, after you shown him the error of blind loyalty."
After a moment of silence, the Dark Lord took a deep sighed and faced the window.
"What do you see outside, Oz?"
"Birds, hapless adventurers, hordes of undead, screaming banshees, the usual."
"No, I do not mean the outside physically. Metaphorically."
"Oh."
The Dark Lord lost in his memory lane. Took off his helmet, and… he sighed. He cannot feel the cold air on his face, for he is no longer trapped in his mortal shell.
"I see conquered lands, vanquished foes, and kingdoms already in my banner… that and nothing more."
Seeing where this is going, Ozma momentarily blinks, and was about to protest-
"No, that one doesn't count… and we do not speak of that."
Dropping a finger. "My ki- Jaune, if you do this, there is a good chance that you will never come back…" The grand magi blinks again, then sighs. "You do not intend to go back, don't you sire?"
The Dark Lord gave a slow nod. "Oz… I long for the days when I was but a simple adventurer. Always on the run for the treasure, the reward, and the thrill… Ah, I could still remember the first time I slew my first dragon!" His ki- Jaune's face lit. "Almost died… But, is it not the danger part of the adventure?"
As Jaune was lost in his glory days, the Wizard's lip slowly ascends, as he too was lost in the past. Reflecting. Ozma, then-
"My lord, I am honored and proud to live by your side." He knelt. "Ever since the day you saved me from that hag." He spat the name. "You have shown me what its like to live in prosperity and to experience greatness!" His face lit. "I have but one wish…" The dark lord gazed." If it is not too much to ask." He looks back. " In your undying days, please, do not forget me…"
Jaune's face softened. "Ozma…How could I ever forget the great wizard of reven, who aided me in overtaking this castle and slew the great and terrible ashen queen, who happens to be your wife." He paused, then continued." Not to mention, my loyal companion, ally, and friend."
The great wizard felt his kings iron grip on his shoulder. " I swear to you, Ozma. Not as a king, but as a friend. I will never forget you." The Wizard's shoulder relaxes. Then after a moment of silence-
"My lord! Please don't leave me!" The door before them opened and out came his other loyal companion.
After a moment of explaining why the Dark Lord must go, and a whole round of fresh tears, courtesy of Tyrian. Jaune having readied himself for his new chapter in life, and Ozma arming the spell.
"What about the castle your majesty?" The Wizard asks.
"Tyrian!" The man wiped away his tears and looked up to him. " I have no use for the throne, inform princess waltz that the castle of the ashen queen is now hers to use at her discretion!"
"Yes, your majesty! … oh, if I might ask?" The Dark Lord nods "… what about me?" The King pauses and ponders for a moment before-
"You have sworn your allegiance to me, now I deemed it to be passed to princess waltz. I trust that it is of no worries?"
"It is of no worries, my liege, I will protect waltz till the end of my days!"
Jaune nods in approval and relief.
For a moment he thought that his other loyal companion would stick with him even at his new chapter of life.
But it appears that Tyrian has learned to not be blind by devotion.
"It is ready."
And so, the Dark Lord of Reven. Took a step towards the portal. Its blue haze harassed his cold skin as he gazed at a cut in the fabric of reality, turning back, he gives his old companions a heartfelt nod.
But just before he could-
"We're under attack!"
~Outside the castle of the dark lord~
Alarms blared, or more exactly, the Banshee screamed at her. Soon it was silenced as it was emboldened with fire from within and melted in its steamy heat that came from her hand.
"To arms men! The Dark Lord will fall!" A Knight on a horseback bellowed Adventurers, Soldiers, and even Mercenaries to charge at the castle with the intent to put an end to the dark lord's reign.
'Fools' She thought. Easy to manipulate, nonetheless, they will be a worthy distraction. "Glory and vengeance to the Ashen Queen." She mutters as she joined the charade of men and women intent to bring back honor and avengement for humanity.
To be continued...
Updated: April. 14, 2022 (Minor Adjustments, Grammar Corrections).
Next chapter will be uploaded next next week (April 25-29)
The next week slot is taken up by Project Stratification (April 18-20)
AN: If you don't know what it is, then, in short, it's a RWBY react fic towards Team fortress 2.
AN: No, Jaune isn't going to be an OP protagonist nor will he have a harem. There will be restrictions. You will see.
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That said.
So, what did you think would happen if AU Jaune arrives in the original RWBY universe?
I won't tell, though, one thing is for sure...
Ozma of Beacon will have headaches.
anddd I have to type Dark Lord so many times, I'm gonna be dreaming of Thesaurus by the end of this fic...
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