Blake, Valentine, Brasch, and Hades sprinted towards the staircase leading to the rooftop; where the main battle was being fought. However, an army of undead was blocking their entry to the rooftop, Bone Knights, Bone Nagas, Shambling Mounds, Zombies, and Skeletons, all of them blocked their path.

Blake was tall, six-foot-nine inches, he had a brown vest over his long baggy white sleeved shirt, and he had a cloak on his back with a symbol of a spider on it. His pants were light brown and reached to his ankles, he wore brown boots that looked mystical. His eyes were brown as well, he had sideburns that ran all the way to his chin where he had his beard.

Hades had long flowing black hair, with a beard of similar color, his eyes were a glowing dark purple. He appeared to be six feet tall. He had armor that is akin to a knight's but was painted black, he held a quarterstaff in hand with a purple ball of fire at the end of the staff.

Valentine is a pale man with long flowing black hair and a goatee. Appearing to be six feet tall. He wears eccentric attire. Including glasses with circular red lenses, a black cloak, a white ruffle shirt under a red suit with silver trimmings, and a black suit with gold trimmings. He also has vials of blood as earrings and a container of blood resembling a top hat on his head.

Brasch wore nothing but a loincloth to hide his nether region, he has long red flowing hair that reaches his waist, wearing no shoes. He appears to be seven feet tall and he's quite muscular.

As they marched forth Blake ran in front of the pack, he readied his rapier, clenching it tightly as he got ready to cut through the army of undead. But before he could do anything, a voice cut in. "Blake, stay back!" Hades shouted, Blake, glanced at the S-rank Guild Member, noticing that his hand was glowing white. Blake felt the deathly cold around Hades and stepped back. The undead began to close in on them, making Valentine and Brasch assume their combat stances.

"Hold on you two," Blake turned to face his Guild Members, the duo was uneasy. Brasch was clenching his axe tightly as the undead began to come closer and closer.

"But-" Brasch protested but was quickly silenced by Valentine, putting an index finger over his lip he hushed the bronze-skinned Barbarian. Hades walked forth and showed the undead his hand, his hand began to glow a bright white.

"CONE OF COLD!" A huge sixty-foot cone of ice shot from his right palm, freezing all of the undead in their way. All were frozen solid and became icicles, Hades began to breathe labored breaths, going to his knees. Blake put a hand on Hades' shoulder.

"Are you okay? Ashelle is just up the stairs on the rooftops, she can heal you." Blake said as he and Brasch help Hades to his feet, Hades shook his head and smiled.

"That won't be necessary, I'm fine." Suddenly, they all heard a crack and saw the ice begin to give way. They all ran to the staircase, but Hades didn't go up, instead, he stopped in his tracks and stood at the bottom. Hades looked up to Blake, Valentine, and Brasch. "Go! I'll hold them off!" He turned around and brought out his quarterstaff, spinning it around expertly.

"Hades, you won't be able to take them all on your own," Blake said as Brasch and Valentine ran up the stairs, "You'll die."

Hades turned to Blake with a grin plastered on his face, "Don't underestimate the strength of the King of Undead, now go!" Hades shouted, Blake, turned around and clicked his heels, activating the Boots of Speed and running up the stairs.

The undead broke out of their ice prison and ran towards Hades, Hades clutched his quarterstaff with both hands. "YOU! SHALL! NOT! PASS!" Hades slammed his quarterstaff onto the ground, activating Wall of Force. The undead bashed against the wall fruitlessly, and Hades sighed. "Hopefully, this will buy you guys enough time…"

Back to Blake, Blake was sprinting up the stairs, having sped past Valentine and Brash. He saw the light at the end of the tunnel, or in this case, darkness at the end of the light. Blake jumped up and landed on the rooftop, finally having made it. He clicked his Boots of Speed, deactivating the speed boost. Blake looked around and saw a distant explosion, he glanced down the stairs, hoping to see Valentine and Brasch come up, but they were too far down. Groaning, he got ready to run towards the explosion. Doing all he can to reach his friends in time.

A few minutes ago…

Photh'gel raised the Wand of Orcus high and got ready to slam it upon Everly, the Bladesinger erected a shield to block the attack. The shield was shaken by the force of the attack, sending Everly to his knees, but the shield was still up. Photh'gel slammed the Wand of Orcus down onto Everly once more, but this time the shield broke and slammed into the back of Everly's head. He fell and hit the ground, unable to get up.

"Where is that spunk when you told me that you would be ending me? That you would be my demise? Where is it, Everly?!" Photh'gel grabbed Everly by the hair, picking him up to his height of eight feet tall. His hand that held began to glow yellow and green, Photh'gel began to cackle as he used Poisonous Touch, and Everly screamed in pain. Dropping his rapier and clutching Photh'gel's hand, trying to remove his hand from his head.

An arrow whizzed by Photh'gel's face, Photh'gel snapped his head towards the direction it came from. Spotting an injured Diana, blood trickling down her head and over her left eye. She was covered in cuts and bruises and was weakly holding her bow and arrow up. Diana then collapsed to her knees, coughing up blood. Photh'gel rolled his eyes of green fire and turned his attention back to the screaming Everly. Only to be cut across the back, he dropping Everly, he stumbled forward. He turned to face his attacker, seeing a blood-covered Xior, the Leonin dropped to his knees.

"That… Was for… Firebrand…" Xior wheezed out, Photh'gel snarled at Xior and slapped him across the face with the Wand of Orcus. Xior hit the ground, unconscious.

"Pathetic, all of you are pathetic. Especially you, Ashelle, you can't even heal your friends. What kind of healer are you?! HAHAHA!" Photh'gel cackled, laughing at the Drow Princess, unconscious and constrained in plant vines. "After you're dead, the surface world is next! THEN THE MULTIVERSE ALL IN THE NAME OF LORD ORCUS!"

Photh'gel heard footsteps and barely had any time to react before he was cut. "Roguish Sword Style: Thieving Gash!" Blake ran up behind Photh'gel, cutting Photh'gel's rib, some bones fell off his withered body, and Photh'gel cried out in agony. "BRASCH! VALENTINE!"

Brasch spun around and cut into Photh'gel's back three times, making the Lichen Lich stumble forth as a noticeable gash formed on his back. Valentine was next, punching Photh'gel in the back three times, each attack pushing him away from Xior and Everly. Valentine stretched his jaw and bit down onto Photh'gel's neck, taking a chunk of plant, bone, and fungus from his body. Valentine then runs to Blake and Brasch's side, standing in front of Photh'gel.

"Took you long enough…" Diana said weakly, Blake glanced at Diana and smirked. He then began to look around and take in the area around him. He saw Firebrand limp on a rock, bleeding and dead. He spots Apollo and Zeus on the ground, dead, surrounded by the corpses of Shambling Mounds. Ashelle was constricted and bound in plant vine, bleeding out. Xior and Everly were on the ground both unconscious and by death's door. Blake clenched his fists in rage.

Photh'gel was on his knees, snarling and growling like a rabid animal. He began to glare up at the trio, standing up to his feet he wobbled in place. "You're going to die a slow and painful death!" Photh'gel yelled, making Valentine flinch from fear.

"I believe you have done enough of that!" Blake clenched his rapier and pointed it at Photh'gel. "You're the one who is going to die a slow and painful death, to avenge our fallen friends!" Brasch nodded and raised his axe high.

"Yeah, you're not going anywhere, our friends fought hard for us to arrive to help them. We're here now, and we're gonna save them and send you flying!" Brasch crouched down and got ready to fight.

Valentine looked to Diana with soft eyes, turning to Photh'gel he clenched his fists. "You're going to pay." Photh'gel laughed at them.

"Me? You're going to avenge them and make me pay? You're all insane!" Photh'gel cackled, Blake began to frown, his laughter was quite annoying. But his frown didn't last for long, he noticed that the green glow from his body began to turn red. Photh'gel stopped laughing and looked at the red in his body. "What is this? Is this-" Photh'gel's chest began to throb, akin to a heartbeat. Photh'gel clutched his chest and began to howl in pain, Blake turned to Brasch who took a step back from fear.

"Oh shit, this can't be good…"

And it wasn't, the pulsing began to spread throughout Photh'gel's body, beginning to expand. The pulsing began to make him large then small again. His back began to bloat, becoming bigger than natural for a Lichen Lich. His stomach began to bloat as well, Photh'gel was becoming bigger, and bigger, reaching astronomical heights. Photh'gel began to screech in agony, causing the undead to break the floor of the rooftop to enter, coming from the stairs as well. Blake noticed this and gasped in anguish. Undead began to swarm the rooftop and surrounded everyone.

Photh'gel's skeleton jaw opened wide and uttered two words. "DEATH COMES!" Photh'gel then exploded, making a blinding flash of red light, Blake, Brasch, and Valentine raise their arms to protect their face from the shards of bone flying. Once they dropped their arms, they saw a crouched figure, shielding their body with huge bat wings. The figure spreads his bat wings apart and stood tall, Valentine's eyes widened in fear as he fell to his knees.

"What is it, Valentine? Who is he?" Blake turned to Valentine, Valentine began to cry out of fear, his cry turned into a wail as he clutched his head. Brasch glanced at Valentine, concerned.

"IT'S ORCUS!" Valentine bellowed, tears rushing down his face out of fear, Blake and Brasch felt a chill down their spines. Their legs began to shake as they turned back to Orcus. The Demon Lord of Undeath was eighteen feet tall, with bat wings the size of buildings, a goat skull over his head with red eyes glowing from the eye holes. Twin horns of impossible length were on his head, his bloated stomach was rotten and nearly made both of them see their breakfast again. His legs were that of a goat and in his right hand was the Wand of Orcus.

Orcus inhaled, taking the air around him, he took an exhale, making the trio flinch from his rotten breath. "It smells wonderful, but there is this smell that bothers me," His red eyes glanced down at the trio. "The living."

Valentine turned around, transforming into a bat and taking flight. Blake spun to look at Valentine, "VALENTINE DON'T!" But he was too late, Orcus pointed a finger at Valentine who was immediately hit with Finger of Death. Valentine fell from thirty feet in the air, slamming into the ground. Dead.

Blake looked on in shock, he quickly turned to Brasch who charged in at Orcus. "THIS IS FOR VALENTINE!" Brasch raised his battleaxe high, ready to cut into Orcus only for the Demon Lord to slap him across the chest with the Wand of Orcus. This sent Brasch spiraling off the rooftop, sending him off the Island of the Undead.

Blake fell to his knees, hopeless. "Damn it all… Damn it…" Blake cried, his tears hit the blood-soaked earth as Orcus raised his wand over his head.

"Farewell… Blake O'Brian."

RWBY Universe

A pale-skinned young woman sat on the left of a limousine, she had pale blue eyes and long white hair that was pulled back in an off-center ponytail. She appeared to be five foot three with her heels, she wore a black and red school uniform with a red bowtie right on top of her breasts. She had long black sleeves with red stripes going down them and ending with a button. Her combat skirt was the same as her uniform, but it had mostly red with black stripes going down it.

"Thank you for picking me up from school, Winter." The Snow-Haired girl said, averting her gaze from the windows and looking at her elder sister. Her sister was a tall and fair-skinned woman, slightly less pale than her little sister. She had slate-blue eyes, dark eyebrows, and long white hair. Although it is tied in a bun that is high on the left side on the back of her head. She had bangs going down along the right side of her face and a small curled lock of hair down the left just above her shoulder.

Her outfit consists of a white long-sleeved coat with a single dark blue clasp around the center waist holding it shut alongside a red jeweled brooch on the collar. The coat's length runs down to her ankles and the sleeves are split from shoulder to elbow. She wears a white pleated sleeveless blouse with a dark blue waistcoat. A pair of white trousers with dark blue garters alongside a pair of gray thigh boots with black detailing around the knees. She also wears a pair of black forearm-length gloves with gray trimmed cuffs.

The one known as Winter turned her gaze over to the Snow-Haired girl, her hands on her lap both respectfully and somehow intimidatingly. "It's nothing, if it gives me a chance to see how much my sister has grown, then it's fine by me. How has your training been? Is your stance well?" Winter asked, the Snow-Haired girl sighed deeply. "Weiss?"

"O-oh, right, my stance is well enough." The Snow-Haired girl who's been called Weiss mumbled and twirled her hair. She received a cold glare from Winter which caused her to flinch.

"You should never be satisfied with well enough, Weiss. You should be satisfied with perfection," Winter spoke harshly, Weiss nodded in understanding, looking away from her elder sister. Looking at the driver, the driver felt a shiver go up against their spine. "Walter, how long will it take until we arrive at the manor?"

"Approximately sixteen minutes, m'lady. Would you like me to play some- Woah!" Walter shrieked as something fell from the sky, landing a few meters in front of them. Walter turned the wheel and avoided hitting it, but in the process, he hit a street light pole. Winter held onto Weiss as he crashed, making sure her sister doesn't get hurt.

"Are you alright, Weiss?" Winter asked, Weiss simply nodded, her eyes were sparkling at how caring Winter was.

"Yes, thank you, Winter," Weiss said, Winter smiled warmly at her little sister before she shot Walter a glare.

"Walter, what was that?" Winter's glare nearly froze Walter solid, Walter shakily looked over, forcing a smile to hide his fear.

"S-something fell from the sky and I swerved to avoid running over it, I only got a peak but it looked human." Walter spewed out, going a bit too fast for his liking, he held his mouth, scared that he somehow insulted Winter. Winter looked at Weiss.

"Stay," Winter stepped out of the limousine, stepping over the street light and past the front of the vehicle. She spots a young man with a brown hat covering his face, a brown vest that had a hole in it with a baggy white long-sleeved shirt covered in blood and rot, his light brown pants had holes in them. It had blood plopped on bits and pieces of the leggings as well as rot. Winter gasped and walked over to the young man, kneeling to him, she took off his hat. She covered her mouth in surprise at what she saw, she saw a face that looked to be as old as her sister, along with a scar running across his right cheek. He had a bloody face with no rot on it. "By God's light…"

"What is it?" Winter turned around to see Weiss stepping out of the vehicle, spotting the young man, she gasped. "Oh, dear…"

"Weiss! I told you to stay inside!" Winter shouted, not long after, a crowd began to form around Winter and the young man, she looked at everyone. "Don't just stand there, get help." Winter picked up the young man and took notice of his rapier, daggers, and bow and arrows. Walter stumbled out of the vehicle and Winter snapped her head towards him. "We're going to the manor, the ambulances would be too late, we have a healing ward there."

"Yes ma'am!"

Three days later…

Blake steadily opened his eyes, looking at a white ceiling, he gasped and looked around. He tried to speak but could only muster a zombie-like moan, Blake gritted his teeth and pushed himself to sit up.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He heard a voice and reached to get his rapier only to notice that he was unarmed, "You need to calm down, rest." He groaned and laid his head down, "Here let me give you a pillow." Someone lifted his head and put a pillow under it, "There, isn't that better? Drink this, it's water." Blake felt a hand under his head, it lifted his head, and a cup of water was presented to him. The cup pressed against his chapped lips, slowly, he began to drink the cup of water. The cup drifted away and Blake heard a 'thump' sound. "Better?"

"Better…" Blake hoarsely spoke, he smacked his dry lips and looked around at what he could see. A ceiling along with a few paintings. "Who are you? Where am I? And are my friends safe? Safe from…" Blake stared off into the distance as he remembered fighting Orcus and getting demolished by him, the wand… Decimating him.

"Well, to answer your questions, I am Winter Schnee of the Schnee family, you are currently in the Healing Ward of the Schnee Mansion. And for your last question, I am unsure, we found you falling from the sky and hitting the ground." Winter said, although out of view, her voice was soothing to him.

"How long was I out?" Blake asked, slowly gaining the strength to sit up, he found Winter - who was currently brewing tea - and most importantly, his weapons. They were right beside the door.

"Three days, you recovered quite fast but you still need rest. Now, I believe it is fit that I ask some questions of my own." Winter turned to face Blake, holding a tea set in hand. She set one cup of tea beside Blake's bed on a desk, "It's supposed to help with your throat, but be careful, it's hot." Blake nodded, picking up the cup with the plate and blowing on it. "Now then, what is your name?"

Blake paused, he stopped blowing on the cup and looked at Winter. "My name is…" Blake cleared his throat, "My name is Flynn, Flynn Rider." Blake then took a sip from the cup of tea, flinching at the heat. Flynn Rider was an alias he used for quite some time after he ran away from Rosewell as well as his past, it proved to be quite useful in situations where he is recovering.

"Flynn Rider, that's quite a name, another question then, how old are you?" Winter inquired, taking a sip from her cup of tea, not even blowing on it to cool it down.

"If I remember correctly, thirty-two." Blake blinked drowsily, Winter deadpanned at Blake.

"You're a liar, you're a kid," Winter said, Blake, shook his head with a chuckle.

"Nah man, pretty sure I'm thirty-two," Blake said, as he drank some of his tea.

"If you believe so, explain this." Winter brought up a mirror and Blake saw a young, bandaged boy. "We believe you to be thirteen, or at least that's what the doctors said. You're confused, lost, and scared." Winter placed a hand on Blake's, looking him in the eye. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you wish, I talked with my father and my mother, and they welcomed you in. But do not betray our trust, do you hear me?" Winter glared into Blake's eyes, he took a gulp, swallowing his fear.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, now I must be off, I have some business to attend." Winter turned away and head out the door, Blake sat there in silence for a couple of minutes.

Blake closed his eyes, trying to sense any noise from outside, or anywhere nearby. "Alright, now that she's gone…" Blake laid down and rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with an 'oof', he began to crawl over to his gear. But his foot was tied to the bottom of the bed so he had to cut it up with his nails because his gear was too far, and that was a "fun" few minutes of his life. Once he was freed, he spot his Boots of Speed and Cloak of Arachnid, he crawled over to them and put them both on after ten minutes of struggle. Blake then got his bow and arrows, his three daggers, and his rapier, 'Yoru' the Dark Blade. Blake smirked and stood up, stumbling to the door, he opened it stealthily. "I'm sorry Schnee family but I have to go…" As he stepped outside he failed to notice a certain Ice Queen.

"Go where?" Weiss asked, tilting her head.

"HOLY-"

Four years later

Blake or rather, his alter-ego, Shadow Blade was standing on a rooftop clad in black. Having a black hat with a black feather, his black mask concealing his face only his red eyes showed themselves in the night. He wore a long-sleeved shirt with the Cloak of Arachnid, coated in black spray paint (which comes off a cycle in the washer), and his Boots of Speed had black boots over them to conceal them. He also had black gloves with grip, fit for grabbing onto rock and stone. He had a black rapier and a bow and arrow that were all black.

"Heh, I'm becoming Edward with each passing day…" Shadow Blade muttered to himself, his voice was all echoey and distorted, he sighed and took out the letter he had gotten the night after his displacement.

Dear Blake O'Brian

I know you're confused, you're scared, you have every right to be. You're a 13-year-old child, you're younger and not as strong. And to top it off, you're in a strange new world. But this world is in danger, there is going to be a danger that will wash over the world, we recently found out that your villains are here as well. You need to prepare, train to become a huntsman/huntress, and get ready to fight enemies both old and new. The future of this planet, and perhaps all of reality, now rests on your shoulder. But know that you aren't alone, there are three others like you. Seek them out, and go to Beacon Academy!

From The Silver Eye.

Shadow Blade looked at the letter and stuffed it in his pockets, looking around as he surveyed the area. He then heard sirens and looked down, seeing a car chase. In the car chase there was a van painted with the colors of the White Fang. The van was being pursued by cop cars, Shadow Blade frowned and began to run after the van. Jumping across rooftops to get to the van.

Unbeknownst to him, something bigger would be taking place at the same time.