REVIEWS

Steven30301: It will keep going, do not worry.

Xerzo LotCN: Sorry to say, but no RWBY waifus later. Maybe. Also, making history for the Kingdoms was very fun, though I did try to keep to the canon appearances. Also, it is just a name coincidence, the name Maria. Also, he will make his own weapons and armour now.

commandosquirrel: Be at ease. I have not forgotten about him.

The day at the new Arc household started off rather peacefully, with everyone waking up at their own pace. Monica, to Jaune's surprise, proved to be an early riser, waking up at six in the morning and going to the kitchen to get herself some coffee. Jaune and the others woke up around seven and eight in the morning, except for Malina who was sleeping in since she played games until late at night.

Zdrada as well, but Jaune felt like she just liked sleeping in. Lucifer and Jaune both set to make breakfast for everyone, pancakes being a given.

However, during said breakfast, Jaune was actively banned from having too many sweets and kept on a healthy diet, which the boy obeyed seeing as it was part of his training towards his road to becoming a Huntsmen now. The first step is to build a body worthy of it. The second step, learn some proper moves. The final step, get to Beacon. Jaune chose that place for two reasons, which came into play recently. The first was that Beacon was in Vale, meaning it was away from his family.

Granted, he would also be away from this house, but Beelzebub assured him it was not an issue as the girls could just portal themselves to Beacon in order to visit. And even then, Patch is one ferry away.

The second one was that Beacon was the best choice out there, and he wanted to connect with his old roots. Artorigus' journal showed him that the Arc family is originally from Sanus, not Anima, which played a big part in his decision.

The one who put herself in charge of his training, for the physical part, was Judgement. It was obvious since she was the best CQC fighter out of all of them, with Justice being the only one more experienced than her.

But since she was blind, Justice could not teach him anything, so she merely spectated from the side. Speaking of, Jaune was currently doing some of those exercises, and frankly, he was doing … decent.

"52 … 53 … 54 … " Jaune huffed as he was doing push-ups in the yard, Cerberus playing around while Judgement stood next to him. Or rather said, on him. "Do you … 55 … Really have to sit on top … 56 … of me?"

"We need to work on your body and forcing it is the best way since we have so little time," She said, leaning on his back. "Besides, 100 push-ups daily with me on top of you is only the beginning - the warm-up. After this, we are going to do two sets of 100 laps around the entire house to help with your stamina and Beelzebub managed to acquire us some weights. I think 50 KG is a good start, wouldn't you think? You will need to do 100 bench presses of those. Then some squads to help with your legs, we cannot neglect those unless you want to become like a character from Malina's games."

"And … 67 … When are we going to … 68 … Take a break?" He asked between push-ups, beads of sweat forming on his head.

"A break? Simple, between sessions." She said. "A few moments should be more than enough."

At this Jaune groaned in dismay hearing Judgement tell him that, and then he collapsed, failing at 72 push-ups.

"You fall, you restart!" She shouted, grabbing his head. "Get up!"

"Someone help me!"

The other girls were watching from inside the house as Judgement was working Jaune like a slave, Lucifer especially showing quite the interest in the training while Monica stood next to her.

"You know, I don't think he will finish the warm-ups too soon. Judgement really is working him to the bone, but he is only human."

"She knows that, Pandemonica," Lucifer said, holding up a small glass of wine. "But what Jaune wants can only be achieved by doing such harsh training. Had we at least had two years instead of one it would've been a tamer session, but we do not have that luxury, do we? Time is of the essence."

"I am aware of that, but we could at least support him some more. He does deserve it." Monica stated again, only receiving a scoff.

"Catch a man some fish and he can eat for a day. Teach a man how to fish and he will eat for a lifetime." Lucifer said, then smirked. "If Judgement can teach him, to get into shape, then we will reward him for each achievement. Like, for example, finishing the entire training session in one day."

"I feel like that will take a while," Monica stated.

"Oh, it will."

It was only when the sun started to set and the evening came did Judgement declared the training session finished, allowing for one exhausted Jaune to walk into the living room and collapse on the couch.

"And I need to do that … Every day?" He asked as he took in heavy breaths, Judgement standing behind him, leaning on the couch.

"Until you develop your body some more, yes" She replied. "Today your progress was … decent, to be nice. You managed to finish the warm-up after failing three times, but you couldn't get past the laps in time before the evening hit."

"At least … It is something" He muttered.

"A very little something, but I guess it is" She replied, and then she stretched. "I will go to my room and into the shower, you should do the same. We can't have you stink of sweat and filth while around the house. Besides, a cold shower might work to rejuvenate you a bit."

"Yeah, I guess I could do that," Jaune said, making his way up the stairs. His legs were screaming at him, same with his arms, feeling his muscles pulse and ache with each movement. And this was his life from now on until he got ripped. Great. Not to mention he also needed to train for swordsmanship and CQC, at which Judgement assured him the real Hell would begin. She was not even allowing him to use his semblance. Luckily his aura naturally reinforced his body after the training had stopped, without that he didn't know if he could move right now. Eventually, Jaune stepped inside his room and threw away his dirty clothes in the basket, walking into the bathroom.

Which he only just now checked.

He assumed the girls might have smaller bathrooms, just as he has a bigger room than the others. His bathroom included a shower stall, sink, latrine, and even a tub. Above the sink was a closet which he filled with his belongings from his bag. He decided not to linger too much and simply went to the shower and turned to cold, feeling the cold water drop on him and wake him up some.

Judgement was right, a cold shower did help. For multiple reasons as well. He'd be lying if he said Judgement didn't cause some reactions due to her outfit. Like, she was practically walking around in her underwear, for crying out loud! Cold showers were bliss. That much Jaune did not argue against. He then heard a knock on his door, having locked it so Modeus didn't walk in on him to take a peek. He knows that she might and he is not taking chances. Luckily, it was not her.

"Jaune!" Azazel called out from the other side of the door. "Dinner is almost ready! Come down to eat!"

"I'll be there in a few moments, Aza!" Jaune replied, finishing his shower and deciding to go down for dinner. They still needed to acclimatize to this life, but everything seemed peaceful for now. He walked out of the shower, getting a pair of black shorts and a white tank top then walking down the stairs into the living room. There he found all of the girls doing various things while at the table.

Monica was simply enjoying a cup of coffee while eating her dinner, which prompted her to flash him a sadistic smile when she saw him. Modeus was reading a romance novel and she found herself quite absorbed in them. Cerberus was, well, being Cerberus. All three of them were sitting at the table, happily wolfing down their dinner while swinging their tails around. Malina was eating her dinner with a side of Vodka, scroll in hand. Beel must have gotten her one. Zdrada, to Jaune's delight, was not smoking at the table. But she did use her demonic magic to burn her food before eating the charred remains.

Strange taste, that one.

Azazel was eating peacefully whilst noting down everything, apparently finding the simple act of dining with demons interesting enough. Justice was eating whilst telling jokes and puns, which made Cerberus laugh. He would've scolded her for eating with her mouth open, but he let it slide.

Lucifer was sitting at the end of the table, a glass of wine in her hand, and enjoying her dish. She also had a pancake to the side. Judgement was all about a good diet, so she had a mix of both vegetables and meat to balance it out. The last one was Beelzebub who had three times the amount of food as Cerberus and was eating everything twice as quickly. Yet she moved with precision and not a crumb was dropped.

Being the Cardinal of Gluttony, that was expected. Jaune sat at the table, took his plate, and began to eat the dish they have prepared for him. Well, that Beelzebub and Lucifer prepared. They were the best cooks here aside from Jaune. His dish was similar to Judgement's, albeit with a bit more meat on the side. Figures since he will need the protein.

"So, you want to get even bigger, blondie?" Zdrada asked. "We all saw that shit you did back in Hell. Damn crazy! Why do you even need to train? Just start glowing and go beat asses and take names!"

"It is not that simple." Jaune replied after swallowing his food. "Back then I also had Ignium's weapon, which I think messed with my emotions to some degree, allowing me to draw out that amount of power."

"That does make sense." Judgement chimed in. "His weapon is alive and has its own abilities. Even I do not know what it is capable of."

Jaune nodded, and then he remembered Judgement's little secret regarding Ignium. He wouldn't have thought the two were related, let alone father and daughter. Then again, Hell has ways to surprise you.

Zdrada simply blew a raspberry. "Shame. I was curious to see how hard you can hit with that stuff on. Hit me, that is."

At this, Jaune choked on his food a bit. Then he gave Zdrada a look, noticing the other demon girls were not too surprised.

"Right … She is one of those." He thought before calming himself and returning to his meal.

"Oh, Zdrada, please." Beelzebub pleaded. "Can you keep your tendencies to yourself until after dinner? Not too polite to talk about such things while others are eating."

The smoking demon simply laid back on her chair with a grin on her face. "What's wrong, Beel? I mean, I get you are older than me, but seriously now. I was just curious. We all saw that shit on the bridge and how he ripped through those skeletons like they were made of wet paper."

Jaune swallowed his food.

"They were NOT made of wet paper and even with my semblance they were strong." He replied, then he looked at his hand. "Besides, pretty sure if I fought one now I'd get my ass handed to me."

"I second that assumption," Lucifer said, Judgement nodding with her mouth full. "At least for the moment. The combined semblance of you and your uncle is scary to fight indeed, and not to mention that you now have Origin as well, not to mention Azuria's semblance we have yet to fully explore ... One day, Jaune, you might just become the strongest being in all three realms."

Jaune chuckled lightly with a blush. "Nice of you to say that, Lucy yo-"

"Wait. What did you call me?" Lucifer asked.

"Lucy? I mean, I hear Justice calling you that pretty often, and even Ignium called you that, so I assumed it is ok for me to call you that as well? It sure rolls off the tongue better than Lucifer, especially if we are near other people. I even call Pandemonica simply Monica." He stated, to which Lucifer hummed a bit, the girls looking at her curiously.

"Very well. I guess I will allow you to call me that." Lucifer said, making Jaune sigh in relief. He was worried he might get his bones broken or something like that since, back in Hell, he experienced her power first-hand. He was certain that was not everything either. Speaking of, he didn't get the same feeling of power he did before from her, or the other girls. In fact, none of them had read his thoughts lately either except for Modeus.

"I am also grateful you haven't been constantly rummaging through my head recently." He voiced, earning a giggle from Lucy.

"It is not that we wouldn't, it is that we can't. Demons out of Hell are weaker, I especially." She stated, poking her pancake with a fork. "When I left Hell in charge of Ignium I gave up on my throne and the power that was offered to me. Like my omniscience. We all lost some power, but we should be more than a match for any human around."

"Wait, so no more mind-reading?" He asked, feeling a sense of safety wash over him. He thought he was going to need to learn how to control his brain at all times, which, since he was now living with multiple girls who were NOT related to him, would have been hard to do. However, that hope was quickly dashed.

"Oh, we can still do it, just in a more limited scope of what you are thinking of. Modeus is still the same as in Hell, so if you have lustful thoughts."

"Which he had when he saw Zdrada in a bikini." Modeus stated, making Jaune blush. "Looks like he liked how the bikini fit her and-"

"Modeus, please, can you not tell everyone my intimate thoughts?! Please? Ok? Thank you." Jaune said in a hurry, an embarrassed blush on his face which prompted all girls, except Judgement and Malina, to giggle at his reaction. They apparently found it cute to some degree.

"You know, could start walking around the house in the bikini," Zdrada said, making Jaune freeze. "Or better yet, naked!"

At this, the Arc was feeling the blood rush to his head.

"Ah, fuck it. Ima start right now. Off they go-"

"Please, Zdrada, you can smoke inside the house if you keep on your clothes!" Jaune said, offering her a deal he knew she wouldn't refuse, and just in time as her hands were ready to unbutton her shirt. The demon girl smirked, satisfied with the result, and simply slumped back on her chair, pulling out a cigar from her pockets and snapping her fingers to light it. She gave it a long drag, then opened her mouth wide to let the smoke cloud out. A, slightly suggestive, moan of satisfaction coming from her.

"That hit the spot … " Zdrada expected the smoke to linger and make the others cough, however, her eyes widened slightly as she saw her smoke float out of the room through a ventilation shaft. But this was not normal. "Beelzebub?"

The fly chuckled. "Little Zdrada, always so eager to let out some smoke. I already knew you'd try to tease Jaune into such a deal since I heard you joined the Harem. Those vents have an enchant that forces all smoke out of the house."

"Wait, that meant I could've smoked freely all along?" She asked, not bothering to hide her small surprise and ire, but then her smirk returned. "Well played, Fly, well played."

She leaned back and continued to smoke. At least it didn't pull stuff out of her lungs.

"Jaune … " Judgement said as she swallowed her food. "I suggest you eat then head to sleep. We are resuming first thing in the morning."

She got up, the empty plate in hand, and put it in the sink. They had yet to make a schedule regarding who was going to do what chores, but Jaune was already beginning to put one together in his mind.

After that he simply ate the rest of his food, letting the girls talk among themselves and simply get to know each other better. Apparently, they didn't exactly know each other as well as Jaune thought, being more like acquaintances than anything. He did notice how Lucifer ignored Beelzebub throughout the entire conversation, despite the fly's attempt or two to strike up a conversation with her. Beel ended up mostly talking with others, for the moment, Azazel, Cerberus, Baphomet and, surprisingly, Justice were willing to talk to her. Beel had a bit of a reputation to get over with some of the girls he guessed. Though some were likely willing, just not having anything to talk about.

"Maybe it is for the best for now. Lucy and Beel obviously have a bad history together, so forcing the two to act friendly with one another is not something I think will be good … For the house and myself, that is. Who knows what those two are still capable of." Jaune thought as he finished his food, then he put the dirty plate in the sink, heading off to bed.

He went to his room and he made sure to lock the doors so Modeus didn't sneak into his room by simply putting some obstacles in her way. Strong as she may be, if she moved those he would wake up and run into the bathroom and lock the door. It is too early for him to ascend to manhood.

Although that might be semi-false. Technically, he was the head of this new household, and as such he was supposed to be a man capable of both protecting - not that they might need any from him - and providing for the girls. The first one was, as stated, a long shot, but the second one was more up his alley. Not to mention he needs to ensure he is the actual patriarch here. He needed the safety of control.

How he was going to do that, however, only God knows. He cannot just start acting like an alpha male, that would make him seem like a douchebag. Plus, he wouldn't feel right imposing himself like that on them. For now, he just wanted to sleep and wait for the hellish training tomorrow. It was currently the early beginning of autumn when Beacon started. Next year he was going to enroll and prove that man wrong; he was going to prove that he was not some weak lamb to be protected by the herd, but a ram ready to strike back and do some damage.

One week later Jaune, to his great pain, was celebrating internally. After one full week of suffering, he finally finished A DECENT PART of Judgement's training regime. He was able to do the laps and even a good amount of the bench presses. Good thing Judgement was spotting him, because he dropped the weights on himself, nearly choking under their weight.

Luckily, Judgement took them off quickly enough, allowing Jaune to jump up and take a few gasps of air while she grabbed some water to give him. His aura prevented any long-term damage. They were set up in the backyard for now, Cerberus watching Jaune from afar with curious doggy eyes.

The only reason they were not coming any closer was Judgement, who stated that Jaune needed to focus on his training instead of playing with them. But Jaune promised, making sure to watch his words near Judgement, that he would play with them when he had the time. Which, from what the grey-skinned demon told him, would only be when he managed to complete the entire set of exercises before evening. At least he was making progress, albeit a painful one. His arms and legs were sore, he was visiting the showers daily and his clothes were always sticky from sweat.

Luckily, he did manage to set up a schedule for chores that the girls have to obey in order to keep the house clean and tidy. Granted, Jaune excused himself and Judgement from it due to the training and how it would take up their entire day with his condition. Malina and Lucifer were not too pleased about that, but Monica was the voice of reason that saved him. Modeus had wanted to be in charge of the laundry for some reason but she seemed a little too eager. Jaune had opted to have someone else do it. Cerberus didn't have to do any other chores other than not burning down the house and watching out the backyard for any intruders. Jaune felt sorry for whoever trespasses on his property, for Cerberus will not be merciful. The love bites he got from them were proof enough of what going easy looked like.

This brings him to the next object of his new life; actually living with demon girls. Something struck him as odd. Sure, Baphomet has a weird fetish - heck, all of them have strange fetishes - but Ignium acted strangely when he mentioned his desire and plan when they first met. Something was up, so he resolved to do the sensible thing and ask his trainer.

"Hey, Judge, mind telling me about something?" Jaune said, calling Judgement by her nickname - Judge. He thought it fit her because of her power, and frankly, she did tell him she liked it. Granted, it was only her name shortened.

"Ask away, Jaune," She said, leaning onto the wall of the living room. She was still wearing her high-prosecutor outfit, which exposed a lot of skin, much to Jaune's embarrassment, but he was growing used to it.

"Well, back in Hell, I got a strange feeling that Ignium was hiding something from me. Something about demon women, if I were to boldly assume. Been curious as to why he acted that way since, so mind telling me?" Jaune watched as the former High Prosecutor showed a small, out-of-character blush. "Judgement?"

"Well, you see … " She knew about certain qualities that female demons had that human ones did not, but even then it was a bit embarrassing to admit to them. And now that she thought about it, the house might not survive. A shame, looking at what Beelzebub had promised her regarding the basement.

But Jaune had the right to know, and Lucifer and Beel did say they were planning to reward him when he showed some good progress. So maybe this could count as that?

"Us, demon girls, tend to get … difficult, during a certain time of the month."

"Oh, OH!" Jaune was quick to catch on. "Sorry for asking, I do not mean to be sexist or anything, it's just what everyone down in Hell said had me curious and-"

"No, no, it's nothing like that!" Judgement interrupted, waving her hands around a bit to diminish the situation. "I mean, it is, but we demon girls...Well...Let's just say there is a core difference between how humans and demons act during that time."

The tone of her voice had Jaune feel a chill go down his spine at that moment, and with a gulp, he dared to ask something he knew a man never asks a lady. A question in the league of age, past boyfriends, and so on.

"And when would that time be?"

"Well, the thing is, along with us passing into the Human Realm … I think we might have reset the counter. I know mine is late, and I am definitely not expecting a bun." She stated, then inhaled deeply. "However, if I were to guess … Soon."

"Any advice you can give me?" Jaune asked, to which Judgement replied with a solemn voice.

"Hide. There is going to be yelling, swearing, shouting, possible destruction, and even bloodshed." Judgement said that in a way that sounded like it was not the normal way. Granted, the blood was a given but not from a wound. But hearing her say all of that had Jaune genuinely scared. "Luckily, only the first day of that is bad, the rest will only have us in a sour mood."

"Ok, in that case, I am going to ask Beel to help me modify my doors with some reinforced steel doors that I can install to block any potential threat." Jaune stated, rushing off to go talk with Beelzebub. She accepted it, the boy deciding not to tell her the reasoning behind his sudden desire for extra privacy and just assumed Modeus might have found a way past the barricade. The two of them worked until late evening, Azazel bringing them lunch. The timing turned out to be cutting it close …

Two days.

Two days since Judgement told him. On the third morning, he woke up slightly later as there was no Judgement coming to wake him up like normal. Instead, he heard screaming downstairs as he groggily got up. He was still in his bed, dressed in his blue pajamas, when he heard something else.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

"I request sanctuary." Azazel whimpered from the other side of one of the doors to his room. "Please?"

He rushed there, unlocking the door for his guardian angel to come into his room, catching the smell of smoke from downstairs for a couple of quick moments.

"Oh my Lord, what are they doing down there?" He thought in fear as he once again locked the door, watching Azazel simply buckle up on one of his sponge chairs. Then again, he doesn't know how angels are during this time, but he assumed they were times better than the demons. Jaune remained close to Azazel as the chaos unfolded downstairs, the soundproofing of his room doing nothing to mask the vibrations coming from what he hoped were not explosions.

But then again, Malina and Zdrada are a thing.

The two sisters did bicker from time to time, Zdrada lighting some fire in her hands as threats, but they were usually broken apart by either Lucifer, Beel, or himself. But looking at the situation present, he was certain that none of the options were available. He only hoped the house wouldn't burn down or that Beelzebub had some special enchantment done to prevent any lasting damage. He could only pray.

For her part, however, Azazel looked both a bit spooked and somewhat lacking her usually energetic, curious self.

"Are you ok, Aza?" He asked, to which Azazel nodded sheepishly. "Judgement told me all about … the stuff. That is how I knew to make the steel doors. I assume for angels it is less bad?"

She weakly nodded her head. "We know humans can be … uncomfortable at times but angels don't feel anything. It's just any other day, other than needing to wear something extra I guess."

Jaune could breathe easily knowing she won't be an issue. But for now, he had to survive. He now knew why the others acted the way they did; this was insane in its own right.

"God, what have I gotten myself into? I guess I did make an Arc promise … "He muttered to himself, slumping his head down, but his attention was quickly brought back as he heard banging on the left door followed by some shouting.

"JAUNE! GET OVER HERE!" Judgement shouted from the other side, then he heard another voice.

"HURRY UP AND GET DOWN HERE, DAMN IT!" Malina shouted as well, making the Arc grab his game controller of all things, and pointing it at the door as some kind of makeshift weapon. At least they couldn't get past the steel doors. "WHO MADE THOSE DAMNED DOORS?!"

"Thank you, Beelzebub … " Jaune muttered, then he readied himself to fend them off if they broke through. He activated his semblance, the glow appearing around himself. "Ok, I am ready … I hope."

"I do not like how they are during this period … " Azazel stated, slowly hiding under Jaune's bed. However, the glow of her halo betrayed her location.

"Neither am I Azazel … Now I know what everyone was trying to tell me back in Hell. This, for lack of a better term, is not something one man can normally handle. Luckily, I had seven sisters, some warnings, and ways to fortify my room in advance!" Jaune stated, then he heard another knock on the steel doors, this time the sounds coming from them both. It looked like they were coming and leaving in shifts or something. He gulped. This was going to be a long day, that's for sure.

Sitting on his throne, Ignium eventually felt a chill run down his spine.

"It looks like the boy encountered the moment … " He stated, getting the attention of the demons around him.

"Looks like he has encountered the first trial of his first life. Amen to that boy. He was brave." Behemoth said as he stood steadfast with his back facing against one of the columns, however, the laugh of a certain wolf got his attention.

"That boy never knew what he was getting himself into!" Shade laughed, clutching his stomach. "Especially with Lucifer and Judgement! Hey, Ignium, are there any mirrors in his room we can peek through?"

"No … But maybe we can see what the girls are doing- Actually forget it." Ignium stopped himself, not wanting to attract too much attention. "Anyway, change of subject: What are the odds you guys are giving him to survive … "

"I say he kicks the bucket in 5 human months." Shade replied with almost no hesitation.

"Why so negative?" Ignium asked. "I give him full marks! A full year! Before he ends up here with us, that is."

"I expect Modeus to break his pelvis one day. Death by Snu Snu is not that uncommon, especially if women from Hell are involved." Behemoth shrugged. "Half a year."

"The bets are on, then." Ignium rubbed his hands together and looked up. "I cannot wait to see what entertainment the boy provides further."