The current cover of the fanfic is just a temporary one, I have a better one cooking up, hopefully it's better.

Enter the Chainer

Age was catching up on the ashen haired one, despite going through wastes, he managed to survive, to live, to see humanity rise from dust, out and about but still prey to the Grimm. He saw them bunch to Tribes, creating bonds of their volition.

Still, all the man could see is strife and suffering, as even if they could defend themselves, they could only fall prey to the black dust of the Grimm… Leaving black veins that spread like plague in one's body. So when the tribe he is in take him into a carriage, all they could is run as his eyes slowly weighed on him… Only to open again, at the sight of barely made graves in front of him.

Noticing puddles, rain must have passed and he saw the new face. Green haired, dark skinned, portly yet strong muscles, the man looks to his arm seeing a pick shaft with the pickaxe head on the ground. Meaning that he could have been a miner.

The man heard the howls of the Grimm again, turning around to see a village surrounded by a forest was behind him and so he rushes towards it in a call for action, seeing innocents retreating to their now more advanced homes compared to the tribal tents and huts of soil. All the while, red lights and swirling shadows gather ahead in the dark forests, creatures of darkness approach the spark of civilization, some clad in bone while most are all mere shadows and crimson symbols… Same as that mistake…

He takes up a basic stance, brandishing his pick-axe to brace against the dark tide as vile mockery of nature lunged out from the treeline, charging like rabid animals towards him, towards the village… The feeling of being outnumbered and outmatched claws at the back of his mind as he roars back at the dark horde, only for something to whistle past him and pierce several heads of the unarmored whelps, a streak of light as it seems.

Soon several creatures looked up, until an impact kicked up dust and breached the ground. Within the dust there is a blue glow, flickering like flames as a pike rises from the clearance, more Grimm were rising, impaled by the weapon as black dust leaves the bodies.

The man himself looked dumb founded as more light charged in against the tide, differing colors of red and orange flaring in the dark. He looked to see people with unique colors flaring off of them. Makeshift shield and improvised weapons made from farm and mining tools, behind himself he could see someone glowing yellow with a crossbow, loading up and firing at stragglers.

"Up front!" The person with the crossbow said, causing the man to center his gaze and find himself fending against an Unarmored whelp, getting pushed back by the strength of the Grimm, he barely pushed off before sinking the pick into it's clavicle in hopes of piercing the organs, kicking off as a finish.

"LOOK UP TO THE SKY! THE MOON SHINES DOWN!" a masculine voice is said from further back, causing the man to look up, seeing The Shattered Moon up above, shimmering and flowing until… It Pulsed with light, spilling down towards him and the world itself. But, he could feel himself lighter, he could see lines like veins flow on his arm, deep green glow flowed off his hand, he could see it around himself. The other person with the yellow glow approached the man, placing their hand on his shoulder.

"Welcome to the Hunt, but we must save pleasantries until this horde is culled…" They said, firing a bolt at another line, soon they point with their index and middle, glowing rings catalyze around their fingers, he could see the bolt speed up and pierce through more while the ones with red and orange glows seem to have their own abilities. One creates claws over the back of their arms, digging into the earth and breaking it apart while the other has something float over them… As if it's some kind of armor.

"The Hunt?-" before the man could finally utter and ask, he had to attack for self-preservation, and for the protection of this small village, this small spark against the dark. So he Rushed, pickaxe in hands as he could swing, there was more strength in his strikes as he tore through The Grimm, but the armored ones gave more difficulty, far more durable than typical bone… But the man took glances around himself, seeing how those warriors around him fight, seeing one with the pike pour that glow into the weapon to pierce through this Grimm Durability, like it's some kind of imbuement. So he tried to do the same, swinging on through the bone and turning the tide of battle.

But within the tide, people can lose their flow. Swept up by the darkness, the man could try to get back to a stance as claws of crimson struck near him, putting him in a good spot of danger. Shimmering particles soon flicker out from the glow surrounding him, his mind is racing, his heart pacing through the wringer, to avoid each claw and fang, and with a roar for survival, a barrier rippled out as his whole body lit up in bloom, bubbling up before bursting over the Grimm around him, blasted into smithereens.

Taking advantage of the blast, he finally thinks to himself [I think it's time I throw my own little twist into this hunt.] his body inverted in color as he speeds up, swinging in high speeds against the darkness with tooth and nail, the pickaxe breaking apart and leaving only a long stake from the shaft while tearing into the vitals of The Grimm in front of him, giving him better leverage like the weapon he remembered before all of this.

And with this action came the reaction, the tide has turned, Grimm are on the Back foot and retreating, but it still wasn't a time celebration with strays still remaining, one of them lunging at the man, he pointed the improvised weapon in response… Only to see a flaming hand pierce through the body of that Grimm, and then another hand pries into the cadaver, tearing it in two as a flaming eye burns in the dark.

"Finally found you… Wizard."

Heavy steps echoed within dark halls, steel clattering against tiles within the darkness, so dimly lit that a massive silhouette walks within it, the origin of the sound tracing from it. The silhouette paces through this hall until finally reaching a massive, double door. The unknown pushes it, hearing stone scrape against stone, opening up to reveal… Nothing but pitch black… Until an echo blared throughout the area.

"To think there is someone so bold as to tread into the den of beasts." a massive eye open with the voice, staring down and bathing the silhouette in crimson light, smaller eyes follow suit. "Bolder still to come alone against an immortal foe." Tendrils soon lash at the figure only to be intercepted by burning chains, illuminated with embers, but no light reached this pitch.

"I did not come here to slay, nor do I wish the to take the role of the Hunter…" a distorted voice rang as the figure took steps to take in the burning lights, the armor itself is spiked and jagged, staring down at the eye without a glimpse, not blink within the hollow visor. "No… I have come to seek employment, nay… Servitude…"

The eyes moved around the figure, seeing a clear derision of the typical knight. Errant clicks here, scrapes against stone there, like nails on chalk. "And for such a bold proclamation of servitude to me… What, do you offer?" The eyes look around while bestial growls and serpentine whispers flow around the unknown one. "What would you have that would award you the privilege of serving me?"

The figure raises their arms up, spreading them in a form of prayer. "I offer you… The destruction of this world, this universe… This Reality." after saying that, they take a step forward, looking straight into the eye of the beast in front. "For I have the same common cause as you, Salem." at the utterance, silence has fallen and the eyes centered on a single point, staring down at the figure.

"You are not from the old world… What are you?" The voice in the darkness crushed the silence, and steel rings within the echoes as the helmet morphs, revealing jagged jaws while the eyes light up.

So the figure stared back at the eyes of the darkness without a blink, the jaws finally moving. "I am Charlemagne the Chainer… The brand of my Liege… And you hold a shard of him." They raise their right hand after saying that. "So let us make an accord, without the need to hide in pitch darkness."

The atmosphere changed, turned by a dime while things moved within the black, pulling the darkness back, compressing into a singular shape as the massive yet dilapidated throne room is revealed. The amorphous facing Charlemagne was twisting, popping and bubbling up into some form of a humanoid shape, bending and contorting so horridly that it doesn't even feel human. And finally the head takes form, molding and shaping into an uncanny simulacrum of the human head, wearing bone white hair wrapped by a crown of circlet of bone protruding from the 'skull' under the skin.

"Then let us make an accord, lend me your allegiance, Charlemagne…" Upon utterance, The Chainer bows to Salem, her countenance twists to a crooked smile, a grin too wide to be human with bestial teeth staying the same under the void beneath the creature's lips.

"For the destruction of this world…"

And so time flowed forth, the world of Remnant spun, history wrote onwards and walks of life were made throughout the land. And from history come new souls to gather at a convergence in a world of new solution.

A red cloaked lass, standing on the cliff of a pale snowfield.

A scarred demoiselle, clad in white dyed by dallops of royal-red, facing a crowd in song.

A mysterious girl, wearing a ribbon over her head and cast in black, standing out to the crimson forests around her.

And a blazing, blonde bombshell, sporting strong orange sportswear and with light yellow jacket, taking a joyride on her bike.

Along an ensemble of differing characters that appear on the board through passage… But… Among such characters…

Three more appear in a form of divergence.

As always, RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

My OCs belong to me, and whatever appears on this fanfic belongs to their respective property holders.

I'm Dragonrider223, see you next chapter.