The Lords of Grimm

AN: Hello, my dear readers! This was an idea I had in my mind for a while now. And unlike my other stories, this one isn't a crossover. This time I'm taking a shot at the RWBY fandom. I sincerely hope that the premise is good enough to pique your interest.

1 Old Enemies, New Friends

Within regions untouched by civilization, stood a high mountain surrounded by a vast forest. The mountain was there since the time of the first humanity, during the time where magic was prevalent and not considered a fairy tale, the time where the Brothers were still present in the world, where mighty kingdoms once stood before collapsing.

For eons it stood there, untouched by human or faunus hands, passing through the great purge of humanity, the appearance of Aura and development of technology, undisturbed by the passage of time to the present-day where the kingdoms of Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and Atlas ruled.

During one sunny day, a small raven stood atop one of the rocky protrusions on the mountain, a small habit that it developed since it was young. It came to the mountain to rest and look around, enjoying the sites or possibly finding some company. It stood there unassumingly, its small black eyes looking around.

Then the raven felt something, the ground shook beneath it. Another, stronger tremor followed it, making the raven jump around frantically and look around in confusion and panic as to what was going on. Yet another one came, this one picking up dust and small pebbles. Fear overwhelmed the raven and it quickly flew away from the site.

The tremors continued, each one stronger than the last. Cracks began appearing on the side of the mountain, at first small but they became a kilometer in radius.

Suddenly, a hand punched through the side of the mountain. The hand was humanoid but with chalk-white skin and black claws on its fingers. The hand quickly clenched into a fist before it began to shake. Soon after, that side of the mountain exploded, sending rocky debris throughout the forest and scaring the wildlife away.

A figure jumped from the crater to the base of the mountain, a loud crash was heard as its feet made contact with the grassy ground. The figure was obviously male, quite muscular, and completely shirtless with some black veins adorning his physique.

The man then stretched, loudly cracking the stiff joints of his muscles. He spread its arms and took a deep long breath. "Ah, fresh air at last," he said with a deep almost melodic voice. His head then turned to look around. "Hmm, the terrain changed quite a bit from the last time I saw it. I've been sealed in there for a long time it seems." He then looked up. "And I can barely sense any magic around. Quite curious."

He then began walking away from the mountain. "But there is still one place I can sense. Cannot wait to see it again," he said with a small chuckle. "And I wonder if those two are still alive."

Salem walked through the dark rocky grounds of the Land of Darkness, her hands clasped together in front of her. Trailing behind her were her servants Arthur Watts, Tyrian Callows and Hazel Rainart.

Salem was a woman with chalk-white skin, white hair tied in a bun and six extensions to the side, a long black short-sleeved dress with a small opening on her chest and a black cape. Her most striking features were the red eyes with black sclera and the black veins visible on her arms and around her eyes.

Arthur was a middle-aged man with greying black hair, thick mustache, and tanned skin. He wore grey pants and suit with golden highlights, a yellow shirt with a necktie, purple undercoat with matching fingerless gloves.

Tyrian was a pale man with black hair tied in a ponytail. He wore white a sleeveless white jacket with belts wrapped around it and white pants. His arms were covered in bandages and vambraces and he wore large boots. He also possessed a metal scorpion tail with a container of purple poison.

Hazel was a man who towered over everyone in the group, with brown hair and beard. He wore a green coat with a large belt, short-sleeved black shirt, black pants, and boots.

Recently Salem's subordinates failed to achieve victory at Haven Academy, which also resulted in the loss of her other servant, Cinder Fall and with Adam Taurus gone to do his own thing she wasn't allied with the White Fang. Not to mention the Spring Maiden was out of their grasp. All in all, she wasn't pleased.

"Your Grace," Hazel began, the large man still not comfortable around Salem with the recent events. "Once again, I'm sorry for the-"

"Enough, Hazel," Salem interrupted, not even turning to look at him. "What's done is done. We can only move forward from here."

Tyrian let out a small maniacal laugh as he looked at Hazel. "You're lucky our queen is so merciful. Though I suggest you use more brain and less brawn next time." That caused Hazel to give Tyrian a slight glare.

Watts only sighed at their antics. "If you two are done with your childish behavior then I suggest you think of something to say for the upcoming meeting."

"Oh, you're no fun, Watts," Tyrian complained.

"Not your idea of fun, at least."

The four then approached the Evernight Castle, which was a tall structure made of purple crystals for the exterior, with a large tower in the middle and several smaller ones around it.

The group then noticed something strange around the castle.

"Your Grace, are those Grimm supposed to be here?" Watts asked. The Grimm being here wasn't an issue since they are born here, but there were quite a few of Beowolves and some Ursa just lounging around the castle and some were even entering it through the front gate.

Salem only glared at the sight. "No, they are not." And with that, she hurried her step and entered the castle. They walked through corridors of the castle which were also filled with Grimm.

"What is going on here?" Hazel said as he looked at all the Grimm in the castle.

"That's what I would like to know as well," Salem said in a serious tone. What exactly were those Grimm doing here? They weren't following her orders which meant that someone else commanded them to come inside. Something strange was going on and she didn't like it. She had enough complications already.

They reached the gate of the Conference Hall and Salem opened them. The room itself was colored black with large windows on opposite sides, several crystal formations with lit candles surrounding it and a wooden table in the middle.

At the end of the room was Salem's own throne, and that was the spot that held the shocked looks from the group. Because there was someone sitting on that throne with a large Beowolf laying next to it. On it was a man that resembled Salem in some way since he had the same colored skin, hair, eyes, and even he possessed black veins on visible on his arms, broad chest and around his eyes.

However unlike Salem, the man's physique and height matched that of Hazel if not more, his hair was long and wild, he also had some white fur on his arms, chest, and shoulders. He was also only dressed in black pants while his chiseled upper body was left exposed to the elements.

He just casually sat on the throne, a confident look on his face, which most would consider very handsome, and in his hands, he was holding… a cup of tea. If they were honest, that was the most unusual thing about him, currently. He took a sip of tea as he looked at the group who were still shocked.

"Well, looks like I have visitors," the man said teasingly since he knew that he was the one who was actually a 'visitor'.

Tyrian snapped out of it first and glared at the man. "Who are you?! And how dare you sit on the queen's throne?!" he asked angrily as he got into a battle stance, his tail ready. The other two also readied themselves.

Salem's own shock disappeared, replaced with a narrowed look as she continued watching the new arrival.

The man's eyes settled on Salem. "Ah yes, the queen," he said as he took another sip of the tea. "Mmmm, nice to see that these are still around even after so long." He put the cup on a small table near the throne. He then once again gazed at Salem, but this time more focused than before. He squinted his eyes as if examining her before his widened in realization. "Is that you, Salem?"

"Wolfram," she said, her expression unchanging.

Wolfram gave a laugh. "So you still remember. Good, I thought my memory would be lost to time."

Watts looked at Salem confused. "Your Grace, who is he?"

"A relic of the past. Someone who I thought would be sealed for eternity," Salem answered.

"No spell can last for eternity, my dear Salem. Even as powerful as the one you put on me," Wolfram said. He got up and gave the Beowolf a small caress on its black fur. "Though, I must admit I didn't expect to see you so… different from before. Is Ozma here with you?"

Salem's eyes narrowed and her fist clenched. "No, he isn't," she said angrily.

"Oh, that's a shame. It would have been quite a reunion. Old enemies meeting together," he said with a smile as he began approaching them. "But if I'm being honest, I prefer your company a lot more. And I must admit, you fill out that dress quite well."

Salem only looked annoyed at the comment. "How did you get out?"

"The spell weakened enough to the point until I could break free," Wolfram answered simply. "But that's not important right now. I see that you also took a bath in the Grimm pool. Tell me, do you like the power it offered?"

"My lady, allow us to dispose of the fool!" Tyrian said as he continued glaring at Wolfram.

Wolfram laughed. "Come, I'd like to see you try to take out the Lord of Grimm."

"Stand down, all of you," Salem commanded in a tone that showed no room for arguments and her servants complied. "Unfortunately for you, Wolfram, I'm the current Lord of Grimm and this is my castle. So you have to comply with what I have to say or face the consequences."

"If you told me that the last time we met I wouldn't have taken you seriously," Wolfram said. "But I can see that you're more powerful than before. Still," he said as he approached her. "I'm actually very glad to see you as you are. Not only have you become more powerful you're also more beautiful than before."

"You think flattering will get you a way out of this?"

"It's not flattering, it's simply the truth. Besides, what exactly are your current goals that you think I'm a threat to?"

Tyrian got an excited look on his face. "Why, conquering the four kingdoms, of course!" he exclaimed but got a glare from Salem. "Oh, forgive me, my queen."

"Ah, so I see that our goals align," Wolfram said. "Then there is no reason for us to be enemies. We should ally ourselves and help each other out." He then extended his hand. "Come Salem, let the two Lords of Grimm unite. I'm sure that together we'd be even more formidable than before."

Salem only looked at the extended hand for a few silent moments, her servants anticipating what she would do. She wasn't sure about this alliance. Wolfram tried to kill her and Ozma before, but that was before she 'saw the light' for the lack of a better term and now she herself was the same type of creature Wolfram was. A human turned monster with the power to control other monsters.

But from what she could tell his offer was genuine. She was a hero now turned more or less villain and that was what no doubt intrigued Wolfram into making the offer. There could also be many benefits, his own power was great and would no doubt be a great asset to her, especially if they went against Ozma and his students.

"Very well then," Salem said before taking his hand in her own. "I accept your offer of alliance."

Wolfram grinned at those words, showing the two rows of sharp teeth he had. "Excellent. I'm very much looking forward to working with you," he said. "But still, I need to be caught up with the current state of things. I have been sealed for some time."

Salem nodded and motioned for him to take a seat before she began catching him up to speed to what was going on after so many millennia.

AN: And that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed the story and that my OC villain doesn't appear shallow. I'm not sure when I'll upload next but it probably won't be too long or too soon.

And once again, I implore you to check out my stories. And give me some feedback with reviews, they are great motivators.

See you next time!