Hello and welcome to the Third instalment of...

Despair Remnants!

Instalment? This is a chapter, not an entire novel bro.

Shut up and let me write!… In fact why aren't you writing!

I am. I just thought I would take a few seconds to make your story better with the presence of your Big Brother.

Two minutes doesn't count! IT WILL NEVER COUNT!

But Bro, it already does count. You have to listen to your Big Brother.

….

I will murder you and revel in being able to live longer than you… BY 20 YEARS.

Dude, if you wanted a turn at being a Big Brother you could've just asked. You could be one for about….

Two Minutes.

YOU MOTHER- Onto the Reviews!

Who knows... Maybe these guys will tell us if I am actually the Big Brother.

You heard him. VOTE!

Baz:

Welcome back!

I understand you my friend, it looks and feels like a grand weapon… but I must decline. Some must keep the Burial Blade alive, and I shall do so. The Pizza Cutter will have to wait… Until next time.

Rook:

Yes you do. We are Hunter's and Undead who have never heard of this strange phrase called 'thank you'. We will need as much of it as possible! I enjoyed the compliment by the by.

Niemand:

Why thank you! Don't worry I won't do the throwing bit again, unless it's from my brother giving me a flying dropkick for insulting him… You would not believe how often that happens. Also, just a writer thing, you spelled almost everything wrong in your comment. I don't mean to be rude… but can you fix that?

DoughXDude:

First things first… Are you a man, cookie, or a man made of dough…? Unless you are a girl, then you are a trap! I knew it, I can smell traps from a mile away! Both the literal and the anime term.

Second, thanks and I am glad that my first person stories don't urk you. As for the Edge Lord thing, which I am assuming is his entire first point of view. I just wanted to have some of his story and some slight character established there.

And when you say edgy, I believe you are talking about the "How long has it been" inside the fire. Alongside the "Honorable death for a Dishonorable existence'. The first is just something that, I believe, anyone would ask when burning 'forever'. Also kinda ripped it off from "Twisted Reflections" a Dark Souls X Familiar of Zero. It's good, it just got really confusing , I would explain why but Spoilers.

The second had two reasons to it. Which, I believe, reflects what everyone thought when they achieved this ending… was it truly worth it? Killing everything and yourself, just so the same thing can repeat all over again.

The other reason is that it was something that popped into my head. My brother and I thought it was Badass.

Twin 1: Before the review section fills up with comments about how Mors should be as edgy as Venatores, allow me to say something.

Unlike Bloodborne, Dark Souls is a game about retaining your Humanity as long as possible. While it can be argued that they are the same, Dark Souls is a game where Humanity is a precious resource. I would like to think that the Chosen Undead is someone, who despite being Undead like everyone else, is more human than those who reject him and disgrace his kind.

BloodyAbyss: Well said… Now get out of my review section!

Alright, jeez.

Raiga:

Thank you for the compliment, and because I made it so obvious to the outside viewer to advance plot. Not that you are all stupid or anything, my brother didn't figure out about the flame until I told him about it… at least the wolf part.

Okay, first of all, how was I supposed to think that Mors in a kneeling position with his head to the sky looks like a wolf? Second of all, I already knew Mors was in the First Flame, I just didn't understand how he would look anything like a Wolf? What, did he have some sort of relationship with that awesome wolf shape-shifting boss, Sif? Which is a pretty badass name for a guy though.

Sif is a girl.

SHE IS!?

Zero:

Why thank you. Also I understand, it's quick and does lot's of damage… but you have to admit the Burial Blade looks much cooler and has a cooler history behind it.

It really is a weapon with a great history. While I know little about both games, even I know the history the Burial Blade and, more importantly, Gehrman, The First Hunter. Plus, as we all know…

Scythes Are Awesome Fictional Weapons! Being able to wield a weapon said to be held by Death itself is just great!

Nyanihyon: Indeed it is and it will be interesting to write as well! Let's just say I have something grand for later on.

A Fan: Thank you. Ask and you shall receive.

Thank you to all of those who reviewed now then on to the Story!

Disclaimer I don't own Dark Souls, Bloodborne, or RWBY. They were made by their official owners Fromsoftware and Rooster Teeth.

If you didn't already know this, then here you go.

A True Hunter

Venatores

It has been a single week since my arrival in this nightmare. It has been a single week since I've seen the sun, which has now become a common occurrence. It has been a single week since I got a single request to go to a school made specifically for Hunters.

I would be lying if I said I was not curious. A school simply made for Hunters to grow and prosper. How and why would they do that? It was sadly never forwarded to me.

But I can infer as to why. It seems that in this nightmare, if what that history book says is true, Hunters are actually viewed as good. They are viewed as renowned heroes and saviors… it seems this world is misguided. Such as I was, on my first night of the hunt.

Ozpin told me many things about the school that any teenager could want. Free lodging, free food, and the most important thing… Lessons on both fighting and the world. Of course I didn't believe him at first, and stayed suspicious of the two so called teachers. But after awhile I started to believe them. Growing up in the hunt helped me with that. Being able to tell someone thinks of themselves, just by seeing how they hold themselves.

They both held themselves like warriors… and oddly parents? The woman, Glynda as Ozpin called her, was a woman who lashed out at those who didn't show discipline… but under that was true worry for everyone. A strict mother essentially. Ozpin was like a father figure. He would show leeway, only if the students would learn something from it.

For a brief moment they were replaced by two people who I consider my greatest teachers. A woman with the same hair as Glynda, with a dual blade weapon. Alongside a white haired man, his leg gone forever.

When I saw this I couldn't help but give them a single chance. I would keep my guard up, but I won't deny what they say.

So here I am now… waiting on a contraption created in this world. A Bullhead, I believe they called it. Looking at the beautiful green scenery. As it passed by faster than any bullet I've ever shot from Evelyn.

It was a little too noisy for my liking, children talking, messing around. Only a select few decided to stay quiet. Reading a book, watching the view, or just sleeping on the Bullhead. I was one of the few watching my surroundings… Mors was one of the few sleeping.

He stayed in the corner of the room, wearing new clothing from when I first met him. I was one to talk as I also had new clothing.

The Mother, who I now know as Joclyn, and Damian were way nicer than we thought. As soon as they realized that these were the only pieces of clothing I wore, alongside Mors oddly, they took us out to buy clothing. I disagreed immediately, Mors at my side, saying that I would need to be prepared for anything at any time. Mors gave a very similar response as well.

Sadly both of us were dragged to the store. How were we dragged away? Two hunters, one with armor on at that. Well… let's just say it didn't help when I said the reason why I didn't have other clothing… and once again Mors gave the same response as I did.

"They burned in a fire." My technical lie was forged by what happened to the old workshop, what with it now burning perpetually. As soon as we both said that though, Joclyn suddenly gained the strength of ten Brick Trolls, pulling us both to the closest store. Berating us the entire way.

I didn't talk back against any of them, because I swear I saw a Giant Bird of prey. It's talons pointed at me as she told us how irresponsible we were. I guess I forgot another great proverb, taught to me by the Doll.

'An angry mother is worst than any Beast.' Her calm voice floated through my mind.

So here I was. A man now dressed in a black, long sleeved shirt, along with long black dress pants. They were both form fitting, while also being loose enough for great movement in case anything happened. The red scarf still hung from my neck, tattered with badges of different designs. My hat still hung on my head, along with the bandages wrapping around my left eye. While Glynda gave detail report, via some type of illusion, of a what a Hunter does.

Suddenly there was a loud shot to my far right, filled to the brim with disgust.

"Ew! Yang there's puke on your shoe!" A small, high voice stated. Obviously female.

"Gross gross gross gross!" Another voice said, still female, but sounded slightly older.

Mors suddenly woke up, reaching for something behind his back. He stopped himself though, and put his arm back down. He now wore a red sweatshirt, as the women selling it told us, with a flame design on it. Strangely enough, that wasn't the only design on his jacket. Despite his care-free attitude, he chose the only article of clothing with skulls on it. Each black skull surrounded by the red fire. His pants were now simply jeans, once again what the woman called them. He also had a belt, just a simple belt on.

It fit him, oddly enough. He slowly started to sit up, trying to suppress a yawn. He looked around him, noticing his surrounding. Then his gaze finally fell on me, giving me a sort of salute when he did.

"Morning." He said tiredly, getting up from his spot on the ground. He walked toward me, slowly as he was still waking up. "Are we there yet?" He asked finally reaching me, looking outside the window with me. It's beauty gaining almost all of our attention.

Suddenly, the beauty gave way to concrete. Along with a small shake of the Bullhead. Alongside of a shout of "Where here! Yes!" From a boy, who began to run to the exit. His tone expressing relief as he held his stomach.

"Does that answer your question." I said as I began to walk out to the school. My strides long, silent, and quick.

When I exited the flying machine I was finally greeted to the new school… and what a sight it was.

The school could have been mistaken for a castle, that was even grander than Castle Cainhurst. Which was a surprise in itself. The entirety of the building was a bright white color, topped with deep gray towers. There were many spire's, each one's purpose currently unknown. An arena could be seen far to the right of the school. There were even some plant's growing around the courtyard. The entire building seemed to shine, from the sunlight beating down on it.

It was a great sight compared to all that I've seen on my Hunt. When I heard 'School', I instantly imagined a place much like Byrgenwerth. A building filled to the brim with ancient text. This was more of a place a noble would go to learn something.

"What do you think you're doing!" Ahh, speaking of noble's.

I turn my head towards the loud, high pitched, infuriated voice. And see a girl about my age, though with her height she could be mistaken for a tall child. Yelling at another girl, who had to be younger than me, who was about her height.

The girl, screaming like a Cainhurst Gargoyle, was wearing all white. Her pale skin was almost unblemished, if it weren't for the small scar over left eye. The eyes were that of a bright blue in color. Her dress transitioned to blue when going to her sleeves and the bottom of her skirt. Her white hair was flowing out of a single ponytail, reaching all the way down to her hip. Holding said ponytail was a crown like object, silver in color. On her hip was a small rapier which was 'shockingly' white. On her feet she wore a simple pair of… high heels…

She is going to wear those in a fight…? Just from that idiotic idea alone, she has no experience fighting. Just training. Let's not even talk about the skirt.

The other girl, who was now cowering while simultaneously apologizing, wore almost all black. On her small, thin frame was a gothic black dress, highlighted with a bright red color. On her dress were multiple bullets, and a square red cartridge. Flowing behind her was a thin red cape, that almost reached the base of her heel. On the section where the back meets her hip, lay a single rectangular red contraption. Her feet were covered by black leather boots, with a red trim. I would say she was ready for an actual hunt… if it weren't for the skirt and innocent look on her face. Which was only highlighted by black hair and her bright silver colored eyes.

What is up with these girls and wearing dresses? It's not combat efficient in any way shape or form, leaves your legs unguarded, makes it so you can't hold large amounts of… well anything really. Not to mention the… unethical mishaps, that could occur.

Really both of the girls were just asking to be killed.

Surrounding both of them was a ship full of luggage. Which was probably the Princesses, if the white color was anything to go by. Pure white, with a single snowflake… yep definitely her's.

"Do you have any idea what this is!?" The white Gargoyle in disguise screamed out. What else could she be with that god awful yell. Before the other child could answer her question however, she answered for her. "This is Dust! Mined and purified in the Schnee Dust Quarry!" She screamed out once again, not caring about how she was letting the dust leak out of its bottle. Which was now getting in the small girl's nose.

"Umm, Miss." Mors tried, also watching the scene. Also noticing the leaking bottle of dust getting into the girl's nose. Who now looked like she was about to sneeze. I start to slowly back away, my instincts telling me that something bad was going to happen. Mors was also doing it, while also trying to gain her attention.

"Are you deaf! Dust, Fire, Electricity, Ice, Energy!" She continued screaming, swinging the bottle around to emphasize a point. Which only continued to increase my the instincts surrounding me telling of a great danger approaching.

"Miss!" Mors yelled out, finally gaining the white girl's attention. Sadly it was too late, the other girl sneezed… and the area exploded into an inferno, mixed with ice and electricity. I quickly looked away, hoping to get prevent any debris from causing serious damage to my face. Thankfully, and surprisingly there was no debris.

I look to the spot they were previously at, the smoke already dissipating. Seeing their forms through it, I relax. They may be hurt, but at least they aren't dead. Though another thought floated through my head, one that seemed to be coming up more, and more as of late…

What is up with children getting in trouble around me?!

Mors

That just happened. I never knew there was some type of explosive pyromancy that also gives way to powerful lightning and ice. Of course the Witches of Izalith still had it beat by a very wide margin, but still impressive nonetheless.

I started to walk up to them, curious and worried at the same time for them. For as a knight, it's my duty to see how these young maiden's fair… also they might know where the entrance is. I am in fact incredibly lost after that Metal Bird disappeared.

As I came closer and closer to them, I could hear the white one complain. "You complete dult!"... Let me revise that, everyone could hear her. "Do you have any idea what you've just done." I believe she felt what she did.

"Look , I'm really sorry." The red wearing young women stated sincerely, as she brushed off the soot from the explosion. The black substance staining the marble under her feet.

It wasn't really her fault. I saw the substance that spread through the air, a gritty red dust. Sadly, no one decided to tell Madam White that. "Sorry! Do you have any idea what could have happened. I could have died!" She yelled out to the courtyard. "What are you even doing here. Aren't you a little young to be here, did you sneak in?" Now that was a little harsh, to assume one can't fight. It's true the small child may not be experienced, but she wasn't either.

"Hey I said I was sorry, Princess." The younger one retorted, her anger limit already being reached. Though it is quite understandable, even I am slightly irritated. I was finally there, right next to them ready to speak up, when suddenly a voice spoke from my left.

"It's Heiress actually." I turned quickly to the voice, and saw yet another girl, this time in both black and white.

She had long black hair, with a single black bow in it. Her pale skin only seemed to increase the shadows of her blouse, which was midnight black in color. She wore stockings and some high-heeled boots, also black in color. Though what really caught my attention was the color of her eyes.

An eerie yellow, one which seemed to stare into the souls of others. Forever judgmental to others, at least that's what I saw. They do say the eye's are the window's to the soul. How else would I know who my ally's were in that cruel, dark, world… Other than the fact that they will try to kill me.

"Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company." She stated, holding an empty bottle with a single snowflake like symbol on it. "One of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world."

"Finally some recognition!" The now named Weiss screamed out. A prideful smirk on her face, one that shouldn't be on a warrior such as her. Though from the glare that the woman in black was giving her, she had more to say.

"The same company infamous for its controversial labor forces and questionable business partners." She finished extending the bottle back to Weiss, so she can get the bottle back.

Hmm… so her father is the type to have slaves. Is he some sort of king? If he is, he must be a terrible king. A human is a human, nothing more nothing less. A king is someone who helps all, despite anything else.

They are kind and just, not cruel or judgmental. A princess is the same wise and courageous… sadly it seemed that no one told her that.

"Wha-! How dare y-!" She started to scream, only to be interrupted once again. But by a voice I could not find.

"Tch, a useless princess, what else is new?" A voice said, filled with disdain and venom. I could not even tell where the voice came from. But it sounded familiar. The once warm and sunny courtyard now felt a little colder, and it was a bit harder to breath. Though it was a old feeling, one that I've always felt in a real battle. I still reached my hand closer to my sword out of instinct

"Not only did you cause an explosion, you blamed it on someone else." The voice said, now calm and collected, though the feeling remained. I continued to look around, trying to find the source of the voice.

Then I saw the source of the voice, which none one have yet seen. Strange, he's in all black right next to the girl who insulted Weiss… and I mean right next to her, how did the girl in black even miss him?

"Oh, come on Venatores. It was an accident, no need to get all scary about it." I said to him, all the girls finally acknowledging my existence, though still ignoring the man in question.

Immediately after that statement, he turned to Weiss and looked her directly in the eye. "... Accidents do lead to experience… I'll allow it." He said, shrugging his shoulders lazily walking forward far enough for people to notice movement. "This time." He finished in a whisper that only I could probably hear.

All of there heads moved towards Venatores. His silent, yet frightening presence consuming them. Though, I believed them to be over reacting… well except for the Insulting female.

She was the only one who should be acting like that. Venatores was right next to her and she didn't even notice him.

He continued walking forward, far to silent for a regular human man. The footfalls of his dress shoe's fell silent on the ground, as if scared to make a sound. His clothes left no sound in its wake, while the wind turned dead against him. If it weren't for the fact that he was moving, I'd think he was dead.

He passed us all, Venatores. While he never looked back, probably looking the main entrance for this 'Assembly'.

I wonder what made him like that? What was the abyss that he adventured into? What was he like before it? Yet, the most important thing was… Why did he venture towards it?

"Who was that?" I heard a small voice ask to my right. I turned to it, seeing the red girl once again, this time utterly alone. Her head tilted to the left in curiousity.

"I don't know and I don't want to find out." A boy to my left said. He was wearing a black jacket, similar to mine under a light piece of armor. He had blonde hair and deep blue eye's. He was tall, but I was still taller than him.

"Oh, he's just like that. Nothing to worry." Oh yes, speaking of worry. "Are you alright Miss? That was quite the explosion." I questioned simply, worried for the young woman's safety.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." She stuttered, probably nervous about a stranger asking for her condition.

"Ah, that's good." I said, putting my hand on top of my head. "It's nice to meet you Miss…" I hung off, hoping she would answer the question. She stood there for a second, seemingly not understanding why I cut myself off.

"...OH!" She said, putting her a fist into her open palm. "R-right, introduction's! I'm Ruby Rose, nice to meet you." She stated quickly, her enthusiasm picking up at the end. "This is my friend… 'Vomit… Boy?'" She asked, towards my fellow blonde his face going into a depressed state.

"Huh… what a strange name?" Well it's not like me to judge culture. "Nice to meet you Vomit!"

"That, isn't my name!" The blond yelled out, his shout being heard by everyone. Then he turned to Ruby. "Come on, that's like me saying your name is Crater Face." He continued to Ruby, though I couldn't help but find that rude.

"That was an accident!" She quickly responded, probably trying to get them to believe her. She was even waving her hands and everything.

"Well then what is your name?" I asked my fellow blonde, curious as one should be. Suddenly, he gained his composure. Alongside a confident, wave of his hand.

"Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tounge. Ladies love it." The young man said confidentially.

I looked at the young man before me. His confidence now swaying from my intent gaze. "Do they?" I asked, curious of this boy's maiden luck.

"They will!" He exclaimed quickly, his voice going up a pitch. "Well, I hope they will." Ah, that explains his previous outburst. He lacks some confidence, but that is truly better than nothing. But it appears that he is in danger of something else as well. So I decided to give him a little tip. Though whether he takes it to heart or to mind, is his choice.

"Well… like battle, confidence is key." I began thinking for another second. "But, one must remain knowledgeable and humble as well. Overconfidence, however is deadlier than any weapon. You should do well to remember that." I said, with an air of wisdom around me. I may have been called a brute in my day, but that doesn't mean I am knowledgeable.

"Um… okay?" He said, though it sadly sounded more like a question than anything else. I just shook my head and decided to go on with my day. Well, until a crash rang out from behind me, followed by the voice of the small girl.

"So… I got this thing." I turned around, seeing what the young woman presented to… us.

"Woah! Is that a scythe?" Yes… Yes it was, Jaune.

It was ginormous Scythe, it's blade embedded into the ground. It was as tall as me, and the blade as thick as my own. It was a painted a beautiful red, with a secondary coating of black alongside it. At the end of the pole was a single spike, possibly for when swinging would be ineffective. There were also some other strange contraptions on the scythe, that I couldn't make heads or tails of.

"It is also customizable, high impact velocity sniper rifle." She said, a bright smile on her face, as she spewed nonsense from her mouth.

"Ah… what?" Jaune said, also reflecting my state of confusion. What is velocity exactly? Wait… what's a sniper rifle?

Next thing I know she pull's a certain part of the scythe, which spit's out a small crystal. "It's also a gun." That just raises more questions. For example, what was that crystal? Also what is a gun? Is it like a bow? What's it's purpose? Why does a little girl have something twice her size… and where did it go!?

Next thing I know, the girl has zero trace of her previous weapon and was know looking at Jaune's weapons. Which included a two-sided long sword and a medium sized kite shield. They were finely made, and well kept despite the multiple scratches on it. Showing its continued use and age.

"Well, what do they do?" Ruby asked, her head tilted slightly to the side. I couldn't say I wasn't curious as well.

"Well… the shield get's smaller." He said, showing us as the shield suddenly became a sheath. "So when I get tired of carrying it, I just put it away." He said, a small nervous smile on his face.

"Incredible!" I stated, never before seeing something like this. "A shield that can be used as club, and can be easily concealed from the enemy. That's brilliant!"

"O-oh. I never thought of it that way." Jaune said, looking down at his sword and shield.

"How could you have never thought of it. Didn't you make it?" Ruby asked innocently. Ah, how she'll miss these days. Not everyone can keep being innocent, especially in a duty such as this.

"It's a hand me down. My great-great -grandfather used it in the war." Ahh, I see it now. He's upholding the legacy of his family name. Such as any great knight should.

"Sounds like a family heirloom to me." Young Ruby said, with a slight joking manner, even I had to give a small chuckle at it. "Well I like it, not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days." She stated as a matter of fact.

"Oh… then you might like my sword as well." I told her. Next thing I know, two pairs of eyes were on me. Waiting in anticipation. "I found it on a journey through a Dark Forest." I said, taking on a slightly prideful tone.

"So… what?" Ruby started. "Is it an ancient artifact or something?"

"...Yes and no." I begun. "It's more along the lines of an… ancient weapon used in a war long past." That seems believable.

"Like a weapon used in the Great War?" Jaune asked nervously, for some reason I could not fathom. Sadly, it wasn't that war.

"No… It's said that it was in a war dating back to the birth of mankind itself." I said, waving my hand carelessly. Reaching my hand for the blade in question. "It was said to belong to a demi-god named Artorias." I finished.

Then I removed the blade from its sheath, stabbing it into the ground similar to what Ruby did. I leaned on it, making it support my weight. "It's called th-" Suddenly I felt that my support was gone, replaced with only air. Since I was now leaning on nothing, my support became the ground. As I fell on it shoulder first.

"THIS THING IS AMAZING!" I looked towards the now screaming Ruby. Her eye's now looking like miniature star's. "A top notch blade with no nicks, damages, kinks or anything, just fine hard forging expertise! And look at that design, sleek, beautiful, and yet terrifying all the same! And look at the shine on the blade! IT"S PRACTICALLY GLOWING!" She said, hugging the blade as if it was a child. In fact, I could see flecks of drool coming from her mouth.

Then she made the mistake of trying to swing the blade horizontally. Let it be said that, there was now a sword shaped crater in the courtyard. "It's also really heavy." Came the muffled cry from Ruby, whose face was also imprinted into the courtyard.

Sighing, I lifted myself off the ground. I walked toward the new crater in Beacon, wishing to grab my sword.

"As I was saying." I continued, while simultaneously lifting my blade from the crater with one hand. "It's name, Is the Greatsword of Artorias." I finished, while also sheathing the blade in question.

Now most people would think that this is a stupid idea, telling the history of a blade no one can remember. It would lead to some great problems down the line, questions, jealousy and most importantly them realizing what period this weapon is from. But, I already inferred upon a few things.

Like for example, I can deal with jealousy. Lord knows I've been through enough hate to block a bit of jealousy. Questions are something that I can lie about, cause no one can prove me wrong otherwise. Also the fact that there is no recorded history of that time period, or reliable one I should say.

So in essence it's alright to reveal it's vast history to the world. Besides, if it saves lives and makes small children, such as Ruby, happy them I am okay with revealing it.

"Ahhh, do you have to put it away?" Ruby asked sadly, as she got up from her second crater of the day. She even gave me a look similar to that of a small dog… I don't know why but I feel like I am finding it very hard to keep Artorias' sword in its sheath.

"Yes." I told her and turning away from the crater. " I don't wish to scare any one with my giant sword." Suddenly, I heard a small chuckle. I turned towards it and saw the young Jaune, holding a hand to his mouth.

"Pray tell, what is so funny Jaune?" I asked when turning my entire body towards him. I was curious as to why all I said was how I didn't want to scare people. I looked towards Ruby as well, seeing a confused expression on her face as well.

"Just… what you said there." He said, trying not to laugh when talking to us.

"...What did I say that was funny?" I asked him, only he continued to laugh. Which I then in trade asked young Ruby what was funny. Which she replied with a small shrug. So I asked Jaune again.

"What so funny about my giant sword?" Next thing I know, Jaune was on the ground. Laughing about something I couldn't fathom. It seems that Ruby didn't understand either, as she was also staring at Jaune weirdly.

Truly this is a strange age.

Venatores

I've only been in the main hall of Beacon for five minutes… and I can already say I hate all of the students. I quickly made my way to the shadowy corner of the room, looking out at my fellow… Hunters? Could they even be considered that?

Loud, obnoxious, idiotic, and far to carefree. Are these people truly trying to be Hunters? If so, they will die if they ever step foot into my world. The only notable ones who would survive, at least an hour, were three of the people that I saw.

One was a blonde girl, with lilac eyes. Her hair was reaching all the way to her posterior, which was covered by a small cape starting at her hip's. She wore extremely short pants and shirt, which left little to a perverts imagination. To help add a little protection to herself, she added a thin vest.

Her weapon, which were concealed quite well, lay on her wrist. They were golden in color, though I could not tell what they were. They were concealed in a Trick state, making them look like the common bracer.

She appeared agile, but her strongest trait would have to be her strength. She covers little to nothing in armor, meaning she most likely relies on her agility to dodge. Given all that info she'll probably survive at least three hours.

The next one was an auburn haired girl with light blue eyes. She also, foolishly, wore a skirt which was a bright pink in color. She also wore a little bit of armor around her abdominals which only appeared to make her chest stand out more.

Her weapon was not on her, nor was it hidden in plain view. If it weren't for the girls, bubbly nature I would have thought she hid it. So she left without her weapon on hand.

Foolish.

She was most likely a strength type, consisting of her piece of armor, with little agility. Her armor would help her out in most cases, but she was still foolishly under dressed. I'd say she'd survive… four hours, less if she underestimates her foes.

Next to her, in a hug oddly enough, was a boy with black hair and… pink eyes? Strange. He wore a fitting green outfit, which was of foreign descent. In his hair was a pink streak, which was once again odd. Despite the girl's prodding, he remained calm and collected looking at the surrounding walls he was stuck in.

I couldn't see his weapons, but this one I could believe would hide his weapons from prying eyes. He was an obvious agility type, using both stealth and acrobatics to his advantage. He also had enough cloth to sustain at least a hit before going down. I'd say at least six hours, or more depending on intelligence and experience.

Those were the only things that I could observe from these people. All of them either making friend with the other and joking around. Do they not realize what they signed up for?

What a foolish question. Of course they don't. They don't see where their career will take them. They only see the what of the situation…

'What will I gain in doing this.' If you asked anyone here they'd probably say something along these lines.

Wealth, fame, power, adventure, respect and to become a 'hero'. Those don't exist in this role. All that exists are three things.

Death, experience and nightmare's. Such is what Yharnam has taught me, such is what the plague taught me… Such is what they have taught me.

For every good deed you do, for every person you save, for every person you give hope… There is always someone you wronged, someone you refused to save, and some on you gave despair.

Such is the truth of the Hunter.

I let out a mental sigh, hearing something to my left. It was mostly just the scrape of a boot on asphalt. Someone was approaching me from behind, badly might I add. It wasn't anything against said person. I just had better hearing and smell then most.

The Hunt, forces you to learn a lot of tricks. Sometimes in ways crueler than most.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly, having enough with the average student in this 'school'. I heard the gasp of surprise, possibly from both my tone and my knowledge of her location. It was obvious that the person was female, far too high pitched to be anything else.

"I just came here to read." A quiet voice said. Her tone was also rude, possibly to counteract with the tone I used. That was when I turned around, seeing the girl who I had snuck up upon just this morning.

I looked her up and down, not perversely. I may disembowel people with my hand from time to time, but I am a gentleman. After finishing my quick inspection, I looked into her bright yellow eyes. Both like twin golden sun's.

"... As long you don't blab like them," Emphasising point of them by pointing at a random group of people, who were in fact wrestling in the hall like buffoons "I'll allow it." With that I turned around once more, becoming uncaring to the world around me.

The partial silence continued for quite awhile, which was fine by me. For it was a mutual silence, one that both wished for. It was truly one of the best types of silences. It was… enjoyable. It had been a long while since I had something like this. It has been ever since I entered this new location. Away from the dark night of the hunt.

Suddenly I heard a loud voice from the giant stage in the center of the room. Something that immediately caught everyone's attention in the the auditorium.

"I'll… keep this brief." I looked towards the voice and saw Ozpin, standing alongside Madam Glynda. He was holding himself with a certain pride, while still remaining relaxed and calm in a way.

"You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to decide your life to the protection of the people." He spoke to the audience, looking around at all of the students.

Next came the promotional part of his speech. The part where he lies to the students about what's to come, while getting all of their hopes u- "But, I look amongst you and all I see… is wasted energy in need of purpose, direction."

All of the students mumbled amongst themselves, whispers of 'how dare he!' alongside the occasional 'H-he's lying right?'. Yet all I could do was give a little smirk.

Of course he was not lying. He was telling the truth about students today, who grew up safe, who grew up without worry of an attack inside the walls of Vale. For as I said earlier, they didn't realize what was to come.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." With that said he backed away from the stage, his face still calm and collected. I continued to stare at him while he left, slightly ignoring Madam Glynda. Though I could not ignore the part about where we were staying.

Why a ballroom of all things?

After freshening up at the strange shower devices of Beacon, I found myself surrounded, once again, by blithering idiots… Though now they can't seem to control there own libdo instead of there mouth's.

Just what I needed, horny adolescents staring at me throughout the night. Though I did not need fear them trying something. What with the giant sword and throwing knife, that I am now twirling between my fingers.

Truly what is more threatening than that… Ahh I know the glare I am giving to most of the female populace in the room, that will certainly help. Though the few who don't do that are only two girl's.

One was the girl in pink I mentioned just this morning, who seemed to stare at two things. One was the architecture of the room, while the second was the man in green. Truly if she wasn't infatuated with him, I'd be surprised.

The other was the girl this morning, sitting right next to me reading a book by the candle light. Her sleep wear was a yukata, that was entirely black. Strangely the bow still lay on the top of her head.

Once again, we did not speak only remaining quiet for, hopefully, the remainder of the night. It's not that I don't mind talking, it's just that I like silence more. Easier to pinpoint what you can't see in the deadly, beauty known as night.

But it would be nice to know one thing to my fellow, silent companion.

"May I ask your name?" I spoke up, still looking at my surroundings in case of any perverse action.

"Blake. Blake Belladonna." She said, not even looking up from her book. "Yours?"

"Venatores. Venatores Luna." I told her, still looking around while looking away from the scene I just saw. A blond male deciding it was a good idea to wear some type of body suit to bed. Even I wasn't that stupid. All I did was remove my shirt to go to bed.

Once again we were surrounded by silence. One that neither of us wanted to break… It was one we wished to both keep…

"Helloooo." Cosmos why do you hate me so…! Never mind I killed your daughter. Plenty of reason to hate me. Next thing I see were two people, that I didn't want to see. One was the girl who caused an explosion,6 just this morning, while the other was the girl with long blond hair.

Basically the loudest people I have met so far.

"I believe you three know each other!" The blonde sang out excitedly, not at all phased by the glare I was giving her. However I was clearly uncomfortable with how the girl who exploded was staring at the Burial Blade.

She was slightly drooling while looking at it. It was strange to say the least.

"Aren't you the girl who exploded?" Blake asked, now looking up from her book.

"Uhhh, yeah." The small child said, finally looking away from the Burial Blade. "My names Ruby. But you can just call me… Crater…. Actually just call me Ruby." She said, smiling awkwardly at us as, while also moving her attention towards my sword… again.

"Okay." Both of us replied, while trying to go back to our now routine silence. Well until they started to whisper each other about what to do next. I mentally groaned inside of my head. They weren't leaving anytime soon.

"Soooo… What are your names?" The blonde asked, her voice forcefully happy in this conversation. I looked at her and then suddenly realized that she was staring at my shirtless body. So she was either staring at the gruesome scars or the muscles surrounding them.

Considering the light blush on her cheeks, and perverse smile. I am gonna have to guess the second option. I look towards Blake for a second, trying to converse silently in a way that only I could.

'Do you want to take the hit or should I?' I motioned via, a short eyebrow lift. Amazingly enough, she looked up from her book, thought for just a second, and gave an apologetic look towards me. I audibly sighed, while I looked at the both of them.

"Venatores." I said, looking at the blonde straight in the eyes. Blake responded as well with her name seconds just after me. "Blake."

"Well, Blake and Ven."... What in the nightmare did she call me? "I'm Yang!" She said, pointing at herself. "Ruby's older sister! I like your bo-"

"My name is Venatores." I said, not caring for being rude. Yang, literally stopped moving entirely, including her mouth leaving it wide open.

"T-that's what I said!" Getting back into the flow of things. "Ven is just a nickname for Venatores. It's just a mouth full. Now as I was saying I li-"

"It's not a mouthful, you just spoke it perfectly not five seconds ago." I interrupted her, causing her to freeze once again. While Ruby, was looking extremely awkward in this situation… while still staring at my sword!

Though I could hear a small laugh coming from Blake. Who was doing her damndest hiding her smile behind a book.

"Alright." Yang said, now looking quite dejected "This guy's already a lost cause. Now as I was saying!" She practically screamed, glaring at me as if to say, 'I dare you'. "I like your bow." Who was now, once again, all happy.

"Thanks." She said, simply never looking up from her book once.

"It goes great with your…. Pajamas!" Oh good, everything is going terrible. Maybe they'll realize that and leave. Nothing against them, but I'd actually like to sleep tonight.

Tomorrow's going to be a long hunt.

"... It's a nice night, don't you think." As soon as she said that, face meets palm as I slapped my face from the sheer stupidity of that one sentence.

"Yes. Almost as good as this book." Blake stated, possibly as annoyed as I am. "That I will continue to read…" How are they still not getting the hint? They were just standing there, staring at the both of us… well, staring at my Sword and Blake.

"As soon as you leave." She stated simply. Going back to reading once again. I couldn't help but give a small smile at that.

"Welp, they're both lost causes." Yang said, starting to pull her little sister away. Well until she pulled forward and asked something.

"What's its name?" I looked at her, confused about what she was asking.

"Can you be a bit more clear… please?" I asked her. All she did was point at my sword, standing vertically against me. The blades sharpened indent, fitting perfectly onto my shoulder.

"Oh… it's called the Burial Blade." I said while also staring at the blade. My dark eyes staring back at me with the help of the swords, polished edge.

"... well that's dark." Yang said, causing me to glare at her reflection.

"Well sorry, "I began sarcastically, which seemed to take her by surprise, oddly. "I didn't name it."

"...Then who named it." Said a small voice, who was surprisingly Blake, no longer reading her book.

"... A good man." That's all I could say really. He was no teacher. He wasn't anything but a single man, so close to corruption that he begged for death…

I did as much as I possibly could, to give him that relief.

"Well… it's a good weapon!" Ruby said excitedly, her smile brighter than a star. It was so innocent that one would have to be cold hearted not to smile a little. I did smile, though it was wiped away so fast from my face that it could only be viewed as a twitch.

"Yeah, I guess it is." I told her evenly, putting the knife away. Hopefully seeming less threatening. "Say… why do you wish to be a hunter?" I asked, curious about the type of person she really was. Hopefully she didn't lie.

I hate liers.

"Oh… umm. I just wanted to help people." She said, pushing her fingers together in an act of shyness. "I was inspired by the heroes in stories. Y'know the ones who could save everyone, defeat the villain." She was smiling the entire time she spoke, showing her admiration of these heros.

Sadly, I had to shine some truth onto her. "If you wish for a happy ending, then you should know this. Rarely does one come up in an occupation, such as this." The innocent don't last long in this world. That was the truth of any occupation.

"I know." She spoke up not even missing a beat. "That's why we're all here, to make sure that everyone gets one." Her nervous smile was now gone, replaced by a bright, innocent smile. One that was filled to the brim with conviction.

"That's… Noble." I said, finishing off with a small sigh. I was truthfully going to say naive, but she wouldn't listen to me anyways. The innocent don't let go of their dreams so easily. Sadly, they must see it shatter in front of them.

She was most likely going to fail in her dream. She might even see the darkness of humanity, corrupting her to do even more things. I just wish that she'll prove me wrong.

I may not like those who don't understand the severity of their chosen occupation. But this was different…

She had a good head on her. She knew what she was going into, even if it was just a little. I'll remain quiet for now… well until a life lesson is needed.

Then I must teach them the ways of the hunt.

"Aww, I'm so proud of my little sister." Yang suddenly said, as she squeezed the life out of her sister. Which in case started a wrestling competition between the two, causing noise. I hate noise.

I turned to Blake and motioned at them, showing my slight disbelief at their actions. She simply shrugged, smiling a little at me. For a reasons I couldn't fathom.

"Hey!" Said a loud, shrill voice. "Some people are trying to sleep here!" Mergo why!? I turned to the new voice, once again retrieving my knife. Hopefully to scare off the new person.

Oh great! It's the white Cainhurst Gargoyle! Here to suck up my time instead of my blood! Not sure if that's an improvement or a downgrade.

"Come on, we're just having a little fun." Yang spoke up, her sister still in a headlock. While Ruby tries to kick her away. A fruitless effort might I add.

"We have an exam tomorrow, might I add the one that will show if we are even allowed into Beacon" Screamed the disguised Gargoyle. My throwing hand twitched involuntarily, preparing to put a knife into the wall close to her head.

Until Mors decided to get in front of the Gargoyle, looking confused. He was just wearing a black sleeveless shirt, with shorts on. Despite that you could see all the muscles of a well trained fighter.

"Why are we fighting now?" He asked us, seeming lost in the current conversation. "The battle is on the morrow! We must rest, or else meet an eminent demise." Despite the unsettling truth that was being spoken, he laughed it off.

"Mors…" I spoke out loud, a hand on the bridge of my nose. "Be quiet." Despite the truth of his statement, it didn't mean that everyone enjoyed his over the top laughter. With a simple lick of my fingers, I extinguished the candle next to me. Hoping to get some sleep for the next day.

Because tomorrow the hunt begins. It's time for these Grimm to see… who the real Predator is.

Sorry for the wait, finals are a bit of an ass to handle. Thank you once again for reviewing and favoriting my story.

Next time We get to see Venatores and Mors kick some major Grimm butt. As most Souls game characters usually do.

Don't worry I'll give Mors some more focus on the next chapter. I just thought Venatores new friendship with Blake was far more important.

Two peas in a pod I tell ya, two peas in a pod.