Jaune stood in the middle of a wide plain of grass, the sun is shining high in the sky, the wind blowing a gentle breeze, and the black smoke of dead Grimm rising.

the supposed pincer attack didn't happen as the Satyrs are far too spread out, their mobility outpacing the legions, what they got in a fight were skirmishes from parts of the Satyr horde they were lucky enough to catch up.

the Satyrs saw them coming and immediately attacked, they would have been defeated if not the timely arrival of Jaune and his Grimm knights.

now he is standing in the middle of the carnage the bodies of the fallen becoming dust in the wind leaving nothing but the weapons they held and the armor they wore in life.

both sides took some casualties, they underestimate the Satyrs again, their mobility coupled with their raw power is superb in open terrain, though the rest of the Satyr herd got away Jaune felt the brief battle to be a draw.

all of the equipment that was left behind by the fallen was gathered and piled up both them and theirs, only those belonging to the Satyrs is free game while those from demons were stored.

Jaune is with the knights inspecting the piled up items belonging to the Satyrs, as knights they have the right to take the first of the salvage along with the other captains while the rest are divided to the rest of the legion.

"how about this one?" Freud lift up a two-handed battle axe for the others to see.

Jaune wonders if it's right to take what belongs to the dead, Grimm or otherwise, but then leaving perfectly fine weapons and armor to rust in the open is a complete waste.

"what are you going to do with those?, it's not like we can use them" Jaune asked.

Shade came with swords in each hand "sell them when we get back of course, nothing like a few extra coins could hurt".

next came Morgan carrying a small pouch "you should take what you found fancy Jaune, look I even found some copper coins one of them carrying".

Jaune looked around the pile, so far nothing but different kinds of weapons and armor of various sizes, until something caught his eye.

crouching Jaune stick his hand in the pile and took out a bone toothed pendent, made from wolf fangs and talons what Jaune found interesting is their is a silver piece with an engraved rune.

"hey Morgan, do you have any idea what's this?" Jaune gave the necklace to Morgan for him to inspect.

"it's a pendent with the rune of the wolf god Loki inscribe with it, it said to give the wearer courage and fend of evil" he returned the pendent to Jaune "you keeping it?".

Jaune took it back "might as well" he put it on, the rune resting on his chest "let's get back and leave some for the others".

"there are other things you can take, why a trinket?, I don't think they sell well" Freud said.

"you don't know, maybe it's real and it can really fend of evil" Shade defended.

"regardless it's mine now" Jaune tap the pendent.

the knights taking their share of the salvage returned to the legion and began setting up camp, Jaune watch the sun slowly dipping bathing the world with it's last rays of light for the day, he brought up the pendent glinting in the light.

carefully he read the inscriptions, written in ruin Jaune translated the writing "bright is the light of dark, dark is the blinding light...?" Jaune finished his translation.

he looked up to the sky and wondered what the message entails, light in the dark?.

"Jaune are you going to stand there or help with the camp!" Freud snapped Jaune out of his ravine.

"oh...uh...coming!" Jaune shouted running back to camp, he will think about the pendent some other time.

Jaune is in his tent going through the different reports of enemy movement until there was a slight shift, an aura of dread filling the tent.

he turned to the tent entrance and there he find a tall cloaked figure standing by the entrance, the figure pulled a chair and sit across the tent infront of Jaune.

the knight gathered all the reports and stow it away, he then filled water on a kettle and heated it with fire magic, Jaune served tea giving a cup to the cloaked figure, a pair of skeletal hands took the cup and pulled it close.

"what brings you here Vincent?" Jaune said pouring himself some tea.

"is it not obvious?, to see how you fare in the wide world" the cloaked figure Vincent said, his face hidden in his deep hood.

normally Jaune would have been happy being visited by a friend, but whenever Vincent come by with an aura of dread around him he knew better, he glared at Vincent who seems to get the message.

"so serious" sipping some tea, his face still hidden so it seems the liquid is being poured in a deep dark well.

"but as you know I'm busy myself so I will make this quick" Vincent put his cup down "something interesting is happening in the capital"

"and what could this something be" Jaune asked

Vincent raised his finger but lowered it immediately "...I have no idea".

Jaune took a double take, also getting a bit annoyed "then why are you here to tell me something you don't know?" he said calmly through clenched teeth.

"kehehe, I couldn't contain myself, after all it has something to do with you" Jaune is taken aback, something to do with him?.

"I have a feeling" Vincent continued "some kind of conspiracy, but this is all I have at the moment, I'm here to warn you of it".

Jaune furrowed his brow, Vincent only do these things only if necessary "why though?, why come here to tell me and interrupt your work for me?".

Vincent laughed the candlelight flickered into his hood revealing a human skull "it's because I'm your guardian angel".

the knight Captain gulped audibly, no matter how many times he heard it from him it still sent shivers down his spine.

the 'angel' stood up and walked over to Jaune "no one can take good care of your soul other than me".

large black wings unfurled from his back engulfing the tent in darkness, a large scythe with the shaft made from the spine of a human appeared in his hand the blade dangerously close to Jaune's neck "and it would be a shame to lose yours here of all places".

the knight didn't flinch, his eyes firmly locked on Vincent's own a bit of black "I thought guardian angels, I don't know...protect?" he said sarcastically.

Vincent pulled his scythe back "more ways than one" his wings furled back, the light returning, and his scythe dispersing from his hands, he leaned close to Jaune, whispering to his ear "others on the other hand...".

Jaune didn't respond, trying to understand Vincent's kind is like digging his own grave.

Vincent turned around walking towards the tents entrance "the tea was delicious, I will bring something nice when i visit again" he disappeared in a puff of smoke, Morgan then entered the tent looking left and right "Jaune are you alright?".

Jaune let out his breath he didn't know he was holding "yeah...yeah I'm alright".

Morgan steps forward "I felt...an anomaly in your tent just now".

"I don't sense anything odd, everything is alright here" Jaune said unconvincingly.

"your a terrible liar" Jaune sigh getting caught "just what happen here?, I keep sensing it the moment I met you, but I didn't knew better, not until I sense I realize it was the coming of death I feel".

Jaune weighted the pros and cons of telling Morgan about Vincent, but sooner or later Morgan is going to find out eventually so he might as well settle it now.

"have you heard of Lux?" Morgan sits on a nearby chair crossing his arms "I only heard of them, I thought there extinct".

"there just hiding living very close to humans" Jaune said.

the creatures of Lux are those born of the light are the counterparts to the creatures of Grim who are those born of the dark, Jaune remembers his mother said about angels or something along the lines who watch over humans and faunus, It was not until Solomon clarified it was the Lux she was referring to.

hearing about it Jaune originally thought that these Lux are allied to humans and faunus protecting them from harm and the darkness, only he is sorely mistaken.

his 'guardian angel' Vincent is an angel of death commonly known as reapers, he and his kind watch over life in remnant, key word is watch because that's all they do, waiting patiently for those under their charge to give up and let go of life for them to swoop in and take their souls like a bird of prey.

some reapers as Vincent explained to Jaune in the past, have develop or deviated from the word 'guardian', Vincent are one of those who appear before their charges, Jaune is one the lucky ones.

the other reapers are not so, some especially attached to hunters become grossly fascinated in their suffering, a little burst of aura here, some precious memories there, just to prolong their suffering just a tad bit, or long enough for them to survive like a 'guardian angel' should do, to those kinds either way is fine.

reapers attached to faunus doesn't stay long, many of there charges are dust miners the most dangerous work in the kingdoms and the fatality rate is very high, reapers that are sent to those places are sympathetic to their charges, they don't like the faunus suffering in the mines, and so like the merciful being born from the light they are, they shorten the time they spend in the dark caverns.

whenever 'accident' happens in the mines it is attributed to error in the faunus part, but in truth it was the work of reapers, every death is a sweet release that the reapers of those places are happy to happen to save them from life, to the reapers so long they get the soul it doesn't matter when your body burned to ash, or being buried in a cave in, or your insides turned to mush.

but the worst kind of reapers are those attached to civilians for they simply do nothing to their charges, will they remind you the sweeter side of life like those of the hunters?, will they spare you like those of the faunus?, they don't do any of these and simply watch from afar.

every moment, every emotion in their life the reapers record in their books almost fanatically every little detail, they enjoyed doing this and doing so for the longest time, but what they enjoyed most is to see humans fail, dying before they could even achieve there goal, all their frustration and heartache, their sorrow and sadness and regret, the look in their faces is a sheer delight to the reapers.

even if one had a happy life are not exempt from the reapers perverse form of entertainment, if they can't have their fun in their life then they will get it in their death.

Jaune remembers that Vincent was assigned to civilians before, he was very fond of relieving those times, whether they had a good life or a bad life, every death is the same, especially where there heading once they die, Jaune didn't ask, he don't want to know, but remembering what Vincent said before 'their faces are like the sweetest nectar' he never could.

Morgan hummed "whatever business your 'angel' have with you, it best to be cautious" he stood up and turned to leave "we should take our rest, we have another day coming".

Jaune blew out the candle and lied down on his bed, whatever reason Vincent came just to warn him about the happenings in the capital he needs to be on guard, he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.