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Prologue

Echoes of the Future

Legends.

Stories scattered through time.

Tales of might and bravery, of heroes and the terrors that they challenged, of romantic men and women who would challenge the heavens so their beloved ones would be safe, of sadness, of madness, of sacrifices, of tears, of pain...

One just had to search and they would find the tale that they were looking for, but in her fascination for the legends of mighty heroes, she had decided to become one, like her mom.

A Huntress, a protector of the world against the threat of the enemies of life, the Grimm.

Naïve and foolish she had been, wishing to become a heroine that would be remembered by the whole world, a heroine that would save everyone no matter who... heh, she had always been naïve and foolish and not even the strikes of the heavens would take away her foolish ideal of making a better world for everyone, one Grimm at a time For her ideal was one of the most beautiful things that she ever had.

"To become an ally of justice..."

Her voice was soft, like the most tender of the breezes, a caress took by the howling winds that made her crimson cloak move in the same direction. The winds soared strongly with the guttural roar of the titanic beast in the distance that made the heavens tremble and with each step forward the ground shook. The storm above her screamed and the crows cawed in fear but remained flying in the heavens as witnesses of her upcoming battle.

The Reaper swallowed loudly, she would be lying if she were to say that she didn't fear losing here, not because of the death that would await for her should she fail but because if she failed that meant that many people would lose their lives, innocent people that depended on her.

The ground shook and cracked even at this distance, the tempest was coming and she awaited it with her steel and gunpowder.

She knew the threat that she would be facing.

The God Slayer Beast, Fenrir, the spawn of the Beast of Silence who was known as Deus, the Beast VII.

Created with the last breath that It gave when the Brothers sacrificed themselves to destroy the Beast of Silence before It recovered Its full might.

The Devourer of Gods, the Bane of Life, the Fang of Evil... it had been called by many names in the few years of life that it continued dwelling in the World. In the wake of Its path, all that remained where mountains of corpses and devastation.

With her one eye, she could already see It's shape as the wind carried the reek of iron. Pitch black fur like the darkest of starless nights, fangs and claws drenched in the blood of all that got in front of Its way, from Grimm to Gods, no being had escaped Its wrath... her Grandfather was no exception, for death came for everyone, even to the one who carried its name, the man whose craft was capable of killing everything without exception... the sole reason of his downfall, the incapability to take the life of the Devourer of Gods without hers because she thought that she was able to take it down at that time.

Many regrets were held on her chest, innocent blood that was on her hands for not acting, for misunderstanding or for not being strong enough to face the next challenge in front of her... but she had no time to drown herself in her sorrow and shame, for if she did, she would be spitting in all that they had fought so hard for, all their dreams and wishes were thrown to the garbage because a little girl wanted to cry some more.

She wanted to cry, she would not deny that... but the warrior inside her was roaring as loudly as the ear-piercing roars of the Beast in defiance, and even in Its madness and savageness, It understood that the small and seemingly helpless being was challenging It.

The Titanic Beast made the light fade with its presence as if afraid of It, darkness charged forward without a care for the forests and mountains that were destroyed on Its charge.

It would arrive in an hour.

For It came from a hundred kilometers away.

It gave her time to think... to remember what used to be of the times of peace, no... the times of ignorance for her.

The times when she did not know a thing from the world hidden under the light of the shattered moon.

Of the beauty found in it and the terrors that hid under the shadows.

Of revolutionists and criminals, of princesses and dragons, of Gods and demons.

Of her mother's family, the organization solely known as the Mountain to which she was now an Elder.

The Hassan of the Angel's Eye.

She smiled in nostalgia at the memory of her baptism. It had been a happy day, but the world was cruel and unforgiving, and so the happiness didn't last long before They started to awaken.

The Living Calamities, the Enemies of All Life... and like a friend of hers once called them, the "Final Bosses" of this battle against the relentless, brutal and unyielding force that were creatures of the Grimm.

She remembered the times when everything was an adventure for her, for she still believed in the romanticism of heroism and did not know about the harshness of the world, how it would take, and take should one be distracted. Her first slap to the face by the world... carrying on with her first big mission, believing completely the words spoke to her, not questioning if they had the wrong information or if the clan of the Einzbern were doing something good all she had to do was not follow orders and believe her friend... but how could she know how much they had sacrificed, the good that their actions would do, how could have she known that they weren't deceiving her friend.

She could not regret her actions, hundreds of thousands of lives were on her hands at the moment that she shattered the Core and the panic caused by the explosion attracted the creatures of Grimm to destroy the city... regretting those actions was useless for those lives would not come back no matter how much she wished upon the stars.

Then, the second slap, the third, the fourth... many friends and enemies alike, all corpses on her path towards her goal of a future without people that would cry.

Was it worth it?

She would probably never know the answer.

What she did know however was to learn from her mistakes and try to make sure that those who she held dear to her heart would not fall.

And so she held her head high, like Jaune D' Arc, the Knight of the Banner, her dear friend, did in his last stand as a Knight of Camelot, the Secret Kingdom, against the unending hordes of Fire Giants.

His body broke and melted, but he remained tall against the hordes of infernal fire, charging forward, taking down all who stood on his way until he buried his sword deep on the chest of the Beast of Collapse, Surtr... even when he became nothing more than a pitch-black thing more resembling to a pile of coal than a man, even when facing what could only be described as a miniature star, he stood tall against his foe, never letting death claim his life until he had fulfilled his duty as a protector of the weak, his duty as a Huntsmen and as a Knight of the Round Table.

'Heretic!'

The Fire Giants cried out as he took the life of the father of all life and civilization while Surtr simply smiled at the child who was taking his life.

Would this be her last stand?

Ruby Rose did not know such thing for she was not able to see the tomorrow, and thinking such things was laughable.

But one thing was clear.

"The big bad wolf is going down~"

She chirped out in amusement. A smile on her face filled with mirth, in her eyes a fiery determination capable of melting a tundra in seconds.

"GROAGHHHHHH!"

The Wolf roared, spear in hand, a weapon crafted with the soul of a god, its name, Gungnir.

This day would be legend.

This day... she would not die, not until her spear found the heart of the beast and made it stop, even if she had to lose her life, she would not lose this fight.

The spear crafted by her friend, the replacement for the scythe that broke for tearing through the flesh of the immortal witch.

Her name was Ruby Rose, the Old Man of the Mountain, the One-Eyed Reaper, the All-Seeing War Goddess.

Her name was Huntress, and by her steel, It would know of battle, of war, of carnage... It would know death.

So come, Beast of Calamity born from the End of the Silence, Chaos made into flesh... come and face your death.

This, the Hassan of the Roses promises.

Echoes of the Past

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He hated pain.

"Someone silence the subject! I can't concentrate!"

He hated needles and the hot liquid that he and everyone else were injected with, in these... 'treatment sessions'.

"MMMPHMMMM!"

He was not immune to pain, but he had grown a little bit used to it by now, the weekly sessions made sure to increase his pain resistance, now, it didn't feel as if his blood burned and his bones would break under the most tender of caresses.

He now felt as if he was swallowing fire and his bones were being crushed by hammers.

The pain would continue for an hour or so not counting the rest for the humans that also meant rest for him. All he had to do was to swallow all the pain... a difficult thing considering that the pain that he was experiencing was akin to being crushed by molten rock, the only difference being that he would not lose the feeling of his sensitive nerves and would face this experience every weekend.

He... stopped thinking about the reality, dazed off, all he could feel were the 'spines' piercing his whole body, the heat that made him dry his eyes from the waterfalls of tears that were coming out of them.

This torture, this pain... what did he do to deserve it, what had he done wrong... the humans would always answer his screams with a slam or an electric shock from their sticks, amongst other things.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

All he always felt in the depths was all pain, in all sorts of ways that one could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Without pity for the seven-year-old child, they continued the treatment, their tests carried on without a care for his wellbeing nor to the ones who also resided in these dark caverns... the kind ones always said to hush and to be calm, for what they did was for the sake of all and that they would be heroes once this was all over, the most ruthless ones simply continued with their musings, ignoring the world of pain that they were in.

He still remembers that white coat of glasses and golden hair, enjoying the cries of the Lost Ones- the ones who lost their sanity and became animals for the torture that they suffered, most of them being those who came from the outside world- as they were left into the deepest parts of the depths, monitored by that device of his... his scroll... he still remembered the laughter of the Guards as the White Coats studied the behavior of the species of the depths during their hunts and how to develop ways to avoid more death than necessary, a great thing at the price of lives that had done nothing against them aside from existing.

All of the things that happened here were in the name of something called 'Science' and for the sake of the people of the outside world... he wanted to hate them, but what would he gain with hating others?

The child simply accepted his fate and screamed as the pain covered his whole being, he accepted it... but not because he had accepted it, it meant that he had accepted that others would receive such fate.

No more pain, no more mockery, no more degradation.

No more treatments.

No more cold.

His little sister and everyone who he had a responsibility with would come out of this alive and they would see the shine of the moon and the warmth of the sun.

And all he had to do... was wait for the precise moment to strike against them.

He let them have the pleasure to hear his screams for he would have the pleasure to cease their existence and put an end to all the pain that they had caused.

The few for the many— No... he would not do it for the many, even if he wanted to convince himself of that, he knew that his reason was more selfish.

The few for those who he cared the most

Selfish... but was it wrong to be selfish for once in his life?

Was it wrong to wish for a better life for those who he cared about?

Absolutely not.

So, he screamed, even though he could normally withstand this deadly amount of pain normally without making a noise.

Let them hurt him... all he needed right now, was a small touch of the laughing Guard and he would be able to kill them all in a single motion.

... they were talking right now, but he couldn't hear them, the pain that they had caused them, while he could tolerate it, it didn't mean that he was left unscathed from it.

But it seemed that they had finished, a success.

They all wanted to do a lot of things for the sake of the many, but their works caused pain to others... and so he would kill them for all the tortures that they were submitted in this hole.

The thing that they were testing with him right now was to replicate his special ability, his semblance, into a machine.

He didn't know how they planned to do so nor he cared, all he cared now was to find a chance to take them all down.

He faked passing out, his heart pumping rate was forced to become a thin line, an illusion created with the power that he was "Faking" right now, which he had taken from another worker of this immense mine.

His semblance, he had named it "Faker", the same as the nickname that his grandfather had given him after discovering his power, something to call him by that were not numbers. A power capable of "faking" the powers of others.

His sharp instincts worth of a mighty predator detected the touch of someone, the smell of that someone... his ticket to kill all who were inside here, and with their death, the ones imprisoned into these dark caverns to mine the Dust and to be subjects of experimentation would gain their right to see the outside world.

No mercy for the oppressors... that's what Gladiator would say to try to elevate his moral so that he would make the best choice for them.

But was it worth it to kill to do so?

An innocent part of him whispered between sobs as his body took the shape of a beast with a thirst for murder, he would become a machine of war this day... for the sake of them all, for the sake of protecting the weak... for the sake of his family.

It's not too late.

The naïve voice whispered in the distance as the mind of a savage beast clouded his consciousness.

"No." He answered the child and the scientist that begged for their lives after ripping off the heads of the guards and turning the brave ones into messes of flesh and bone. "No more mercy, no more pain. No more cold."

The voice that came out of the blood-bathed predator was deep and guttural, a roar filled the mine, a roar that shut down the screams of the humans but could not silence the screams of the child that only he could listen.

That night... a monster dreamed of swords.

A Certain Thief's Acquaintance

How far had he come to reach this exact place?

It's been so long for him... that he had almost forgotten how it was the world of miracles and wonders, the world that he wished that it was just a dream, a guileless child imagination.

But he knew that it existed and would continue to exist even after the four kingdoms' inevitable destruction.

A world hidden from the view of the public, from the 'mundane', a world of monsters and heroes.

An unforgiving world that only took and took, and submitted one to the worst tortures one could imagine. He had grown in such world and so, it made him stronger to survive in there even when he was not a fighter in the first place, strong enough that even without his aura, he could keep up with a Huntsmen.

Such was the strength of those who resided in the world hidden under the light of the moon.

Failures like him, capable of crushing down the average Huntsmen.

He was more proficient in running away from battle or attacking with underhanded methods or simply detonating explosives in the scenery that he had set for the 'heroes of the people' from a LONG distance.

A thief of his caliber wasn't supposed to be a brute that could take on the enemies in front of him anyway. So... could she be less annoying than she already was.

"I don't know what you expected me to do there."

He exclaimed in exasperation with his hands held at the level of his shoulders. Annoying as she was, that little girl in a red hood was stronger than him and would have beaten him after a short battle. All the times he had a battle against enemies with higher speed than he had never gone in his favor in a frontal confrontation.

"I expected a service equal to what I had paid."

"And I expect a refund for those men beaten up by a little girl, but hey! We cannot have everything in this life!"

Annoying, the smug bitch. Beautiful as she was, she definitely had severe mental problems or something like that, at least in his perspective, after all, who would be in a corporal relationship with a Grimm, whatever she had in her left arm was going to consume her sooner or later, even with that powerful magical energy of hers.

But he had to make the script of the gallant thief, not of the magic connoisseur, so he would turn the blind eye and wait until that parasite on her arm kills her to run away. He could kill her with enough preparation, scratch that, he could kill her in this very moment, it would be so easy and would save him lots of trouble, considering how cocky she was, but his craft was not to be wasted on pitiful things like killing his employer.

Her amber eyes took a dangerous glint as fire danced around her, he stopped his tracks and had to contain himself to not lash out with his hidden dagger and shove it in her throat.

'Calm yourself, Roman, it's not the first time you deal with jackasses.'

Nor would it be the last for in his line of business one usually dealt with so many of them that it became annoying many times, but he would always smile at them and sweet-talk them until they were an inconvenience for him and he decided to ditch them or kill them if they were bothering more than they allowed.

A scoundrel was not a chooser after all... was that how the saying went?

Meh, didn't matter.

"Listen here..."

Ugh, here we go again.

The usual play of the threatening boss and the helpless and innocent, as much as a criminal could be, gentleman.

A bullet on her mouth would definitely shut her up. Well... an explosive one, she was a tough woman after all.

He listened to her obnoxious speech/threat said in that smug and arrogant tone of hers as the mystical flame danced around her fingers.

His mask of fear was enough to fool her as he backed away... for a former huntress, she sure wasn't good at recognizing deceptions, then again, faking facial features was something that he excelled at.

"-Understood?"

Finally.

"Yes, miss-boss."

He bowed, in mockery, but hey, she didn't have to know that, did she?

"But... I was wondering how I will be going to make the next hit, considering how I lack the necessary personal to do some heists around the Kingdom."

He already knew the answer, the 'walls' have told him about their little alliance with the Vale branch of the White Fang.

While he didn't have a thing against working with Faunus, working with those animals of the White Fang was something irritating, so he answered their eventual cries of 'you bad human' or something like that but cruder, with the things that they expected him to say as a human.

"It seems that you are underestimating me thinking that I didn't have a backup plan should you fail."

And she opened the door to present to him what should be a whole small troop of White Fang personal... instead they were staring at an old Faunus and several piles of unconscious terrorists with the still-standing ones pointing in fear to him and the beaten-down shapes of those two children that followed Cinder like ducklings along with the tired form of his partner in crime.

The elegant dressed old rat Faunus was sitting on a large White Fang man that was struggling to get him off him. A pleased smile formed on his lips when the familiar face that the old rat had been searching for was found on here.

"Finally, making an old man wait, those truly are some bad manners, what would your mother think if she were still with us?"

"She would probably slap my head and make a suplex before telling me to apologize."

He mumbled calmly under his breath while hiding his pack of cigars in his white coat, the more that she didn't know of what she did, the better, for her feelings and for the safety of his spinal cord and bones.

His voice hidden by the loud voice of the woman on his side who stepped towards the man, to stop just a few steps in front of him.

"It sure is a surprise to receive the visit of a well-known individual such as yourself, Mister M, but pray to tell what sort of business you have with me?"

Full of confidence, with power as great as hers, one could afford themselves to get lucky as there was no person known to be able to stand a chance against someone with Ancestral Magic... or at least not for the average person.

Mister M was the name of the boss of all the criminal underworld of the whole world, the man was practically a living legend having taking down an entire army sent to take him down alone with just his a walking stick and a few dynamite sticks. Everyone remembered that day as the most shameful defeat of the kingdom of Atlas to date.

A criminal besting the best of the best, taking down several high-ranked figures in the process, amongst them, the predecessor of the current general, James Ironwood.

"With you, nothing, with that boy at your side, however..."

He stood up, and everyone tensed up, but of them all, Neo was the most agitated at the concept of the cruelest and most vicious criminal of all history having something with her idiot.

Most of the stories that were talked about those who had unfinished business with him were things that would only be found on terror movies or in the stories that one would tell to their children to behave, how he had driven insane the entire town of a man who had not paid his 'taxes', and just for his amusement, took a horde of Grimm to them so he could enjoy their screams of agony as he forced them to watch, such story had been one of the "cute" ones compared to the messes that he had done with those who truly angered him or where on his ways.

And the worst thing about him was that no being was safe from him, from the poorest to the directors of the combat academies. He had shown to have eliminated the richest and safest people in the world in a matter of hours after he took the job in his hands and all things who got on his way were eliminated in seconds.

And for that... she obviously wanted him on her side and whoever she worked for as well.

He remained calm, something that weirded most out since anyone with an ounce of common sense would be terrified to just step the ground that they walked in let alone to have his attention, and they had probably expected him to try to sweet-talk the old man to save his life, however... he didn't need that, not because he was confident of beating him, not even after a lifetime would he be able to even land a hit on him.

Neo desperately trying to take the old man out, but a spherical barrier protected him from any attempt of harming him, from exploding an industrial-amount fire dust against him in the small distance between them with a machine-gun that she took from one of the terrorists to a few rockets... his barrier stood still as he walked forward and now... she was in front of him, emptying clip after clip. When there was no longer any bullets she tried to attack his hand to hand but with single strike as fast as a blink, he knocked her unconscious.

"You know how many years I have waited for this reencounter, child?"

"Don't know... hmmm... yesterday?"

He was not amused but didn't let it show in his expression, though the others imagined a dark glint and at that moment, everyone seemed to have put the points together... Roman Torchwick had accepted his death.

By jumping to that conclusion, the impact of the next few words of the Rat King had been amplified.

"Since you left without any warning, my idiotic son."

And so they were left with their mouths hanging open, staring at an uncomfortable Roman Torchwick as the greatest criminal of all times hugged him in a deadly bear hug with a goofy smile.

"Eh?"

Was all that most could say out loud as their consciousness seemed to have flown out with just a sentence.

"Sigh... Seems we have lots to talk about, don't we?"

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