Chapter 14: Reincarnation Revelation

A/N: I should never keep promises I can't keep. It just that I planned this Arc so extensively that I'm probably only two-thirds done simply because I need to set up everything for the future. And yes, Yang and Ruby have zero chance of defeating Akame. She's just too strong especially with demon form and another...form. Unless they strive to get stronger as the story progresses and even then it would be a close call if not a tie.

But Akame even in demon form isn't invincible. She could still be affected by other people's semblance and I could name a few who could stand a chance if they start out with the advantage. For example, Jaune boosting Qrow bad luck. A specific spot on the ground suddenly opens up just enough for Akame to...twist her ankle or being struck with a time stop from a certain Ace Ops. But this is if Akame opens up with her semblance.

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Ms. Malachite paced back and forth in her office trying to think of a way to completely turn Oz and his cohort against this one little girl.

"No, Young women," She corrected herself," What can I do to make it seem like she's the one turning against our deal?"

Akame was supposed to die but Malachite didn't account for Salem's intervention. That part of the plan was an absolute failure.

She knows about the tribe's contingency plan to steal the relic but not the reason. Malachite told her insider about the plan and he allowed it to happen. Except she wasn't expecting Vernal to kill Lionheart. The coward could have been a triple agent with the right push.

"Peace and stability in this once great Empire. That all I ask of you," Hui Fang voice broke Malachite concentration," That child still troubling you? I could barely hear your muttering but it got something to do with that little girl."

He spoke to her from Lionheart's office. Hui stared at Malachite with a hardened expression letting her know that he isn't someone to backstab.

"Yes, Fang," She explained," Akame will remain a threat to peace as long as she lives."

"Why can't you leave her alone? Let that girl live the way she likes as long as she doesn't interfere with our plan."

"Because she's a loose end with no concrete allegiance to anyone," Malachite explained," Akame is a risk I'm not willing to take especially with Salem forces running around. Have you seen the recording I sent you during her spar on my castle ground?"

"Yes," He nodded," I just want more clarification. Could we convince her to work with us? She could be a great ally with our fight against Salem."

"Salem is probably burrowing some Grimm parasite into her brain," Malachite refers to the recovered video," Akame is likely working with Salem now. I'm sure of it. People have fallen to Salem manipulation in the past, Hui. Akame isn't an exception."

"Should I remind Remnant that you toss her in that mess in the first place?" Hui countered.

"She agrees to it!" Malachite snapped back.

"I don't believe you but if she gets in our way," Fang clenched his fist," I will stop her, myself."

"Taking initiative in the restoration of the Empire of Mistral, your highness?" Malachite spoke mockingly.

"It's not like that," He sighed," My desire has nothing to do with my bloodline. I'm doing this to save this kingdom before it falls apart. If I wanted to rule the kingdom, I would have been a politician and used my family name as leverage."

He wasn't even going to question how Malachite knows about his lineage. He abandoned it upon taking the path of a warrior. At this point he just hand waved it as Malachite being too good of an information broker.

"Are you really?"

"I am," He confirmed," But could I say the same for you? What about what happened to Lionheart?"

"I suspect he's also working for Salem."

The revelation was immediately met with scrutiny from the middle-aged man.

"Milly," he narrowed his eyes," If this is true, You might have saved the academy and Mistral from calamity. But if you are wrong, You just condemned my best friend to his death."

"I have proof and you, yourself, notice how he acted when you brought up such a possibility of a traitor," She explained," I'll try to get in contact with Salem with Ozpin presence. All you need to do is play along and trust me. As a matter of fact, Let me do all the talking."

"You're just a criminal scum and another corrupt politician," He growled," If you fail to bring proof of Lionheart deception, I will end you."

"Of course and in doing so will end the string holding this kingdom together thus destroying your goal. Face it, Fang, I'm the best person for the job. Besides, You're also a traitor for even listening to me," Malachite chuckled," Fang, Have you ever heard the story of the Vale crime family that opened a bar as a front to cover up their criminal business?"

"This is off-topic," He growled," And I know you hate going on a tangent."

"You want my motive so here it is."

"Enlightened me."

"Well, The bar was so successful that the profit was far greater than the illegal dealing in the backroom. The family quit the crime business and to date my grandpa never looked back until I decided that life is too boring," Malachite continued," You see, Hui, now that I'm the government itself, I can bravely say, I'm the most powerful woman on Remnant."

Malachite spoke the last sentence like it was a fact because it is. The other council members are merely her puppet and any opposition is indirectly guided by her web of lies and deception. Even the criminal underworld bowed down to her as the boss of bosses. Crime won't stop but it's going to be regulated under her directive.

"Is that a fact?" The huntsmen closed his eyes and sighed.

"A reality," The Councilwoman replied," If I prove Lionheart is a traitor, Do I have your cooperation, Headmaster Hui?"

The new headmaster stood up and stared directly at the Councilwoman's eyes.

"Proof that Lionheart is a traitor and you'll have my consideration," He immediately shuts off the scroll conversation.

Ms. Malachite stared at her own reflection on her scroll for a few seconds and started brainstorming how to bring Haven under her control and deal with her reincarnation problem.

Akame PoV

I did it.

A single teardrop hit the ground followed by another and another. I bought a hand up to wipe it away. Losing friends and family will never be easy for me. Especially when it comes to killing someone that loves me. I feel no joy from what I've done.

I feel empty.

I killed my mother. Now I can't leave the job unfinished. I need to end the Branwen Tribe insurrection in the South before I go home. I need to eliminate them while they're leaderless. Next, I will send a message all the big players on Remnant will never forget! Even if I have to stand on top of a mountain of both Grimm and humans. As long as I live, I will eliminate them until they stop coming after me.

This has to be done, right?

I could end all this bloodshed and condemn myself to become a demon for the sake of the people. Even if those same people would look down at me as if I'm a demon worse than Grimm.

Damn it, I look at my arms and notice my markings are gone. If I take this route that will defeat the purpose of why I want to start over. Maybe it's too late for me?

There has to be another way.

One thing at a time first.

Cinder's screams of fear and pain echoed in the darkness.

Should I help her or let my uncle kill her? I want her dead but I may still have use for her. She could be a bargaining tool for the safety of my uncle and me.

I blinked back tears and stood up. Without any hesitation, I tracked my uncle down and waited. I watch as one of the many red eyes in the darkness waiting for an opening to strike without him sensing my presence.

I could see it in his feral expression. He thinks I'm dead. I'm sorry uncle Qrow for putting you through this but I needed to stop my mother.

I pounced when he turned his back to me. I concentrated my aura into my legs and leap forward with a burst of speed rivaling even the fastest bullet. I ended it quickly.

One strike from the pommel to break his aura and a brutal punch to the jaw knocked him unconscious. The scythe fell out of his hands and rattled on the ground. Before his body hit the unforgiving ground, I caught his body and gently lowered him.

"Sorry," I apologize," Uncle Qrow. I'm sorry."

He isn't going to be waking up anytime soon. Uncle Qrow has been fighting nonstop for at least 2 days in this arena. He needed the rest. It gave me enough time to set my story straight on how I could survive being stabbed in the chest. Cinder's sword is thick and I buried it deep enough that the tip poked out my back. It was risky but my semblance could heal those wounds if I focus.

The creature of Grimm roared and growled.

I could sense eyes stalking towards us.

Their target is my uncle.

I closed my eyes.

I can't allow it.

I drew my sword and stood ready to defend my uncle. I could feel an intoxicating and then numbing sensation spread all over my body.

My curse marking returned.

The creature of Grimm retreated while Cinder steps forward. She looked like she was fighting a meat grinder. The girl stared at me with an intense, murderous gaze. I doubt she could put up a fight in the state my uncle put her in. She could barely even raise her arms to defend herself.

As if a wire has connected in my head, Salem returned.

"Child, What on Remnant are you doing?" She sounded amused.

Are you kidding me? I thought she was long gone? Fine, If Salem plans to be a disembodied voice in my head, I will have fun with it.

Eliminate. Eliminate them all.

Does it include Cinder?

Um-hmm.

Um-hmm? Couldn't you respond to me with a better confirmation that isn't juvenile?

How about you stop throwing a millennium-old temper tantrum over an ex-lover. Don't lecture me on maturity, witch.

I could feel the anger radiating from Salem. She's about 25 kilometers west of my location and moving fast. What a cowardly 'goddess.' I kept my face blank as a smile from my earlier insult nearly broke my facade.

I feared Salem at first but after a while, the novelty wore off.

Akame.

Get out of my head. You lost this battle and I will never submit to you. Not even if you make me experience hell for a hundred more years.

If only it was that easy, child. It seems whenever you use that semblance, A connection between us forms.

What did you do to me?

I only healed you of your wounds and used my magic to control your mind.

Bullshit, You did far more than that.

I wasn't in the mood for another one of Salem schemes.

You're right. My magic could only go so far and I couldn't afford to lose a valuable pawn like you. Healing your wounds was easy as well as taking some of your mental fatigue and draining your body of toxin from my mantis Grimm. But, you suffer significant blood loss and I didn't have time to drag your uncle or mother out for a blood transfusion.

You didn't!

If I didn't you'll die. Even though I'm unaware of the side effects of my blood in the human body, isn't it an interesting experiment? Besides, You seem to have a strong affinity to my...blood type. Let's see what arises, Akame. Clearly, This direct connection is one of the side effects.

You...witch.

If you want to remove my blood from your system, slide your neck and drain it out. I believe you have enough experience slicing necks from the time we spent together.

Salem…You...You're despicable.

My apologies but where did that spunk you display earlier go? Ran out of insults? Killing yourself is the only way to get rid of my influence but we both know you want to go back home, correct?

Don't bring my family into this conversation.

Save Cinder if you want to see them again.

I would rather eliminate her. I have my order and reason to eliminate. She's replaceable, correct?

Cut your losses, Akame.

I can't win all the time could I? Damn it. A small victory is better than absolute defeat.

"Cinder," I called out to her," I'm impressed you survived this long."

The look on her face was priceless.

"What? How?"

"You dare question my magic, Cinder?"

She studied my meticulously crafted expression and body language. She, intentionally or unintentionally, dropped to her knees with a thud and bowed before me.

How pathetic.

"My Queen?" She raised her voice." Is that really you?"

I studied every tiny detail of my former captor. I could sense the annoyance and a hint of amusement from Salem as I copied her fake queenly attitude.

"Yes, This girl is my vassal for my will," I lied, keeping the same vocal intonation and infection as the witch," If I wasn't myself, how could I heal from a stab to the heart? How about the obedience of the Grimm?"

"What do we do next?" She asks meekly.

What do I do next? I honestly don't have a clue but I could stall while I come up with something.

"Cinder, The mission is a failure," I explained," Ozpin and his forces are outside the barrier at this very moment. You have proven your worth by surviving against a trained minion of Ozpin. You shall be welcome back into my fold so long as you return to me."

I move my limbs in the same manner as Salem. I made sure my posture was perfect and my hand motion wasn't too excessive.

Wonderful acting, child. You manage to capture my essences in more ways than one. Now don't misuse it or else the illusion breaks.

Shut up!

I will help you so long as you help me.

I'm not accepting any more help from you.

You do realize you'll still need to stand trial for the crime you committed. You could certainly return home but eventually, Ozpin and General Ironwood will find a way to rope you back in. While Ms. Malachite will find a discreet way to dispose of you.

Ironwood will push harder to bring me under his control. Malachite would keep her word on paper but would double deal behind my back. Ozpin is an unpredictable variable. I don't know what he would do and that worried me the most.

Oh really? And you're sitting on a moral high ground?

They would never let a valuable asset go to waste. I have evidence in my possession against General Ironwood, Ozpin, and Ms. Malachite. I'll give it to you if Cinder lives.

She has what?

"Shall I finish him off my Queen?"

"No," I raised my voice authoritatively," I have a plan for the Branwen. For now, Here what I want you to do."

I need Cinder to live and your temporary cooperation. I'll hand over the blackmail material.

Liar.

"What's the plan?" Cinder asked, looking directly into my eyes.

My words are nothing but the truth. Send her to an underground shelter and I'll handle the rest.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind and I wanted to suppress it immediately. This mental conversation I'm having with Salem, How ingrained is she in my mind? Is it like a 2 way comms, only knowing what needed, or is she fully aware of all my thoughts?

I trace back my mental conversation with Salem.

Could you read my mind?

Yes, Any thought that crosses your mind will be intercepted by me. You can't scheme against me, child. Your mind is an open book in my presence.

You're lying.

How?

Because when we first formed the connection, Why did you ask me about what I plan to do and if I wanted to kill Cinder? If you could read my mind, You'll already know the answer. You only know what I want you to know, Salem.

The Grimm witch remained silent for a few moments before she spoke again.

I'm impressed with your deduction. Now about Cinder and your uncle's survival. I'll keep my word and I'll continue to do so. Again, Let Cinder live and you'll have your freedom.

Cinder trusts me. No, She's fooled by my acting. Ending her life would be an easy matter. Mercy killing even. But If Salem wanted to, she could break the illusion using that globe Grimm-thing to reveal my deception.

"My queen?"

"My apologies, It seems this shell...this vessel still has a bit of fight left in her," I said," She'll fall like all the others."

"Y-Yes, I understand," She shuddered.

"Cinder, Head to an underground shelter," I resisted the urge to bite my tongue," Everything will be taken care of from here."

"But my Queen? What about the vessel?" She limped over to her other sword, the sword I used to kill my mother. The blade is still coated in our blood.

Red blood mixed with a black substance.

"This vessel will be independent of your purpose," I explained truthfully," Flee while you can."

Because when I find you, I'll make sure you're dead.

She quickly passed me and I noticed that globe Grimm following her.

Now that has been taken care of. What do I do next? I'm still surrounded by Grimm and kingdom forces. I can't just leave my uncle at the mercy of the Grimm.

Patience.

I recall the direction Cinder headed and focus on her. I could sense her abysmal amount of aura. My aura sensing seems to be heightened for some reason. Could this be another side effect? Grimm is proven to have an innate ability to detect aura and will prioritize aura-dense Huntsmen over panicking civilians. I'll add heightened aura sensing to the list of side effects. At least this one doesn't seem too bad.

Aura sensing isn't achievable for everyone without specialized training. There is a reason why schools rely on scroll to scan aura levels. Fighting until someone's aura breaks runs the risk of serious injuries.

It felt like seconds were turned into hours and minutes turned into days as I'm the only one keeping my uncle safe.

Finally, the blackened skies were bathed in light.

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It seems convoluted for Salem to do all this for a relatively unimportant location. Until Ozpin told him that Salem would only use this much of her magic if something or someone could ensure her absolute victory. According to the immortal wizard, She created a wall of Grimm in the same manner when she had three out of the four relics during the Great War. It took a group of Silver-Eyed warriors to destroy a literal tide of Nevermore.

In short, He needed to think of a solution fast before it gets worse. Because the moment hundreds of thousands, possibly millions of small Nevermore are interrupted or Salem decides to unleash them, they will explode outward and cause massive casualties.

After some observation of the Grimm column, He realized the synchronized wings of the nevermores must create a lot of wind and up drift similar to that of a tornado. Ironwood decided it was worth the risk. He only hopes it doesn't cook anyone alive in the town. With a single order, He set his plan into action and the might of Atlas follows.

The Atlesian airships bombarded the column with fire and wind dust-filled missiles. The whole column lit up brighter than the rising sun. The flaming inferno spreads until it runs out of fuel, the creature of Grimm.

"The firebombing is successful!" An Atlesian specialist cheered.

Ironwood breathed a sigh of relief that he was able to destroy the Nevermore column in one quick move. A single Nevermore is a minor threat to even a small child but a swarm of this magnitude would have turned the tide of the battle if it wasn't used to encapsulate a town.

He peers down at the ruined town.

Bodies, destroyed buildings, and massive sinkholes everywhere.

He puts one and one together and the realization hits him. Salem has planted Grimm beneath the town and the surrounding areas. Possibly by taking advantage of the cave systems of the region and the underground network of a failed rebellion during the Great War.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Ozpin gritted his teeth. The clue started to piece itself together one by one. Salem has been on the continent of Anima for months, maybe even a year, discreetly gathering an army underneath their very feet. Everyone was too busy fighting among themselves to notice.

Screeches and roars quickly drowned out any attempt to celebrate.

It was time for Salem's personal creations to eliminate.

Akame PoV

It's morning?

The brightness hurt my eyes. When my eyes readjusted to the morning light, I became sickened by the destruction of the town and its people. Cinder is without a doubt, beyond redemption.

Seconds later, I saw most of Salem's creatures leaving to fight the Huntsmen.

While above me is a fleet of airships and aircrafts shooting down swarms of avian Grimm. Humanity has won. I'm not sure if I made an impact or if it was Salem's own inactivity and fixation on me that allowed the coalition to win. There were millions of Grimm estimated in this cluster and they would have easily crushed the paper-thin defenses before Atlas arrived.

Salem, The proof? Where and what is it? Are you lying to me?

Video and audio recording of Ironwood attempt to recruit you and Malachite working alongside your mother.

What about Ozpin?

You already process the knowledge needed to blackmail him. My relationship with him as well as my immortality will sow distrust in his inner circle. Now imagine if the whole world knows that their entire life, history is one big chess match.

Chaos and anarchy will reign. The people will call for war or take up arms in a rebellion.

Precisely why I'm handing you the trigger and the means to spread it worldwide.

All of this...If I release it. I will set the world on fire.

Mutually assured destruction in the form of knowledge. Ironic that it arises from the kingdom housing the Relic of Knowledge.

The option is tempting but if that is the case, What's stopping her from releasing it herself? I already found a flaw in the dilemma.

I will be the enemy of Ozpin and his followers if I tell the world the truth. Now, What's stopping you from telling Remnant? Isn't the division of humanity what you want?

I waited for her response as a battle happened around me. Atlesian specialists and huntsmen battle with Salem nightmarish creations. I watch Grimm and humans locked in a merciless duel. Yet, I stood like a marble statue even as dust rounds and bone spikes zoomed past my eyes.

Answer me, witch. What is stopping you from doing it yourself?

She still wouldn't answer the question.

Nothing.

A single word was all it takes for me to understand what's going to happen.

I can't go along with this anymore. She's handing me the trigger while having one herself. When she pulled the trigger, it would seem like I'm the one who did it.

I would be framed for killing peace. But if I don't accept the trigger, I will still have a target on my back. It's the same business in my old world too. Whether it's potential allies or a liability, The Empire and Rebellion would do everything they can to secure or eliminate. And I practically paraded my power and skill for all of Remnant to see. It doesn't matter if one side is clearly evil and the other good, Either fighting in an endless war or death awaits me.

Dilemma after dilemma.

Decision and the aftermath.

Crossroads leading to another.

I need to adapt.

It seems there has been an unfortunate change of plan. One of my associates has been outplayed and captured by Ms. Malachite.

As expected, The goddess can't find decent help.

I can sense her disdain.

Arthur Watts, otherwise known by his fake alias, Anthony Walter. He's the key to your freedom. If you don't assist in his rescue, I'll burn the world myself with the knowledge I hold.

Great, I'm getting involved in another goose chase. I need to think of something to bail me out of this mess before I end up dead or enslaved.

'Anthony Walter' is the man that bugged his scroll. This means he must be the hacker of the group and likely the one or potentially several targets who are tech-savvy. I doubt I could ask too many questions before Salem figured out what I'm planning.

The trigger that ends peace needs to be in my hand and my hand only. As cold and selfish as it sounds, It what's going to keep me alive.

I'm shooting in the dark with many variables that I can't properly investigate.

Does Salem have extra copies of the intel? Where is it? How could I destroy it?

Maybe all the intel is still with Watts making my job easier.

Is she bluffing about the intel?

Ironic, That knowledge is the next threat to peace.

Peace.

A fleeing concept for who I am.

My vision turned red.

I feel cold.

I feel very cold.

It feels like I'm still fighting Esdeath.

Back when I throw away my humanity.

Maybe the only way out is to fully embrace this curse.

I felt compelled to look toward the sky.

When I looked up I saw it.

Something was descending from the sky.

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Screeches of pain fill the air as the Chimera Grimm melts into black liquid. The blackened substances then made their way to a single girl. She stood unmoving as she seemingly absorbed the darkness rushing toward her. She ignored the black substance as she focused her attention upward. A black and red aura surrounds her body.

"What the hell?" A veteran huntsman yelled in shock. The same thought was shared by everyone engaging the Chimera Grimm and observing from afar.

"It is true," Ozpin uttered in shock after the realization, his fear, came true. He was one of the first huntsmen to engage the Chimera Grimm and witness firsthand what's happening but even he failed to notice the entity in the sky. Ozpin was too fixated on what was happening in front of him.

The world and everything in it stopped moving. The land turned black, a violet hue stretched across the horizon, and the skies bleed red. The entity levitated in the blood-red sky before descending to an unmoving world.

The only audience to witness the phenomenon is the reincarnated assassin.

The strange magic that was buried deeply within Akame soul has been revealed. It is what caused Ozpin to react with rash judgment. It's magic that's the antithesis to a silver-eyed warrior, a human gifted with the blessing of the God of Light.

The magic belongs to the God of Darkness.

A/N: Here the original draft of Raven teleporting to Yang.

Extra: If Raven teleported to Yang.

Raven PoV

I saw verdant grass under a deep blue sky. I could see trees and scattered flowers dotting the scenery.

Flowers?

Tai always loves to tend to them even if such a hobby is for the soft. He always takes pride in the little thing in life.

Black spots invade my vision and it took every last bit of willpower to stand back up.

"W-who are-Mom….," Even as my vision blurred and my hearing dulled, I know it's Yang.

Yang.

She has her blond hair tied in a ponytail and holding a notebook in one hand and a small photo in another.

I collapsed again but felt the cool embrace of a tree trunk.

I struggled to observe my surroundings. Behind Yang was a dirt road with a broken cart no one seemed to claim beside nature itself.

Heh, Thanks Qrow.

If it wasn't for his semblance we wouldn't have our team's first picture together.

Off to the left, A boulder has a chuck punched out.

Surprisingly enough that wasn't Tai's doing.

I made fun of Summer's lack of hand-to-hand training after our photo was taken. She decided to prove me wrong by upper-cutting a boulder. Suffice to say, the brat succeeded in earning my respect and leaving her arm in a cast for a week.

This place has so much memory of us.

I'm about to die in front of my own daughter after my other daughter killed me.

Not only am I going to die in front of her, but I'm also dying underneath the tree we took our team photo of.

Team STRQ.

It's a tragedy what this secret war has done to us.

I could feel my heart scatter again.

Why did she do this to me?

I love her.

I didn't mean to teleport to Yang. I didn't want her to see me like this. At least I'm dying in a place that holds a fragment of joy.

Yang...Tai...I need to warn them.

"Yang," I try refocusing to see the spitting image of me and Tai. She has her father's eyes and hair but my looks.

She opened her mouth but words wouldn't come out.

"Save Akame...Save your sister…," I breathe out.

"Sister?" The revelation momentarily snapped her out of her shock.

"Save her from them," I coughed. I didn't have much time before I blackout," Yang, I love you...I still love..."

I'm slipping away.

No.

Not yet.

I won't die until I get the word out. I must keep fighting for my life.

I couldn't feel my heart nor the soft grass underneath me. I'm such a fool.

"...Akame...," Despite the numbness, I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks," I'm sorry for...everything …Mom loves you both."

There...now it's time for me to say goodbye to this world.

My life flashed before me.

Taiyang, The meathead with a soft side. I would never believe in a million years that we would be together. All my memories of him are interesting in a good way.

Qrow, The loner that somehow gets into fights. The countless times I stood by him when people ostracized him for his semblance. You're still my brother despite how much of a thorn you have been.

Summer Rose. Damn brat with a hero complex. You're the only other person I would call my best friend, my team leader, and my sister.

I'm a fool for throwing it all away.

'I'm no longer your daughter,' Akame's final words were spoken to me in Salem's voice.

Akame, Why?

I don't know if she did it of her own free will. The way she froze and her refusal to look me in the eyes confirms she is at least aware of her action. I guess I deserve this end after all the lives I took. My second chance is long gone when I choose to return to that life and force it on Akame.

I didn't even raise Akame like a daughter and treated her like a project for most of her life.

Martha's was right.

Summer was right.

I'm her master, not her mother. I handed the motherly responsibility to Martha and Flaxen. When I finally took responsibility to be the mother she always wanted, I'm too late.

Yang.

Save Akame.

Please.

I open my eyes one final time to Yang silently weeping.

Yang, don't cry for me. I left you behind so you'll have a better life with Tai and Summer. I brought Akame to this life because I know she is strong enough to handle it. Someone still needs to look out for the few people in the tribe worth protecting. Even if the Branwen's became nothing more than an empty husk.

My eyelids felt like lead and I closed my eyes one final time.

Akame...I still love you.

A/N: The reason why I took it out because this fanfic already dark enough. I would also like to admit that if Akame escaped with Raven and Qrow, they would be at Taiyang's home. It would be a temporary happy ending and a stab in the heart for what could have been. But peace will be destroyed completely because Akame wouldn't be there to learn about the intel and put a stop to it. Raven would live but the world would be preparing to go war soon.

Okay, Enough of the A/N. I don't like writing too long. Read and Review.

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