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It was her worst fears confirmed, her worst nightmares made a reality. Despite the brave front she put up, her body shook and her heart pounded erratically as she stared back into the crimson irises of the inhumane woman.

"So you are Summer Rose." The pique of interest in the woman's voice made her shiver. "It has been a long time since I last saw a silver eyed warrior personally."

Memories of Raven's words came crashing back into her mind in her fear. Why didn't she listen to her? Why didn't she just cut ties with Ozpin whil- no! She couldn't think like that. Tai, Qrow, Ruby, and Yang still needed her! She just needed to somehow find a way out. If only she wasn't restrained at the moment by Grimm like arms which sprouted from the crimson colored bricks of Salem's castle.

"Watts." The voice of Salem snapped her out of her thoughts. "Be a dear and take her to your labs. It would do me wonders if we could utilize the powers of her silver eyes."

What?! That would be even worse than killing her! If Salem could do such a thing, the world would be in even more danger! She struggled violently against her restraints but to no avail.

The man named Watts politely bowed. "Of course my mistress."

"Salem you won't ge-" Suddenly she felt electricity race through her body before her world began to go black. Everything was beginning to fade and it was only her willpower which allowed her to hear the last words of her captors.

"...ypcial words fr… a naive huntress…" A voice said, Watts if she remembered correctly.

A sultry voice, no doubt Salem's, purred in response. "No nee… to b… so harsh. She wi… be an invalu… tool."

Fear continued to race through her body at the word, screaming at her to get up and run, but her body felt so heavy and tired. She just wanted to rest, to escape from it all no matter how brief. When she wakes then she'll figure out something. Then she would bring them down, becoming an inspiration like heroes from fairy tales. Yeah, that sounded like a plan… yeah. But right now she just needed to rest.

Before her body and mind succumbed to the darkness, her blurry vision made out something. Through a haze she made out a golden portal snapping into reality, illuminating the ominous Grimm Lands with its elegant glow in stark contrast, similar to Raven's portals yet so different in the aura it radiated. And from it stepped out what seemed to her to be a man, no, a god in all his golden glory to administer his divine judgement.

"You are an offense to my sight, mongrels. Perish."

Then her vision succumbed to darkness.

For his glory to be stained in the presence of such filth was an affront of the highest treason. His crimson eyes gazed over the inhumane woman with nothing short of absolute disgust. Gilgamesh sneered at the revolting sight. "You are an offense to my sight, mongrels. Perish."

A wall of gold, dozens of portals strong, materialized upon his will. The disgusting woman barely had a moment to react before a hail of brilliant steel skewered her to pieces and left nothing of her body to remain in the glorious explosions. The other man that had been in the room had already made haste to retreat while he still could, leaving him with an unconscious woman on the floor before him.

His eyes glanced over the unconscious woman. Her clothes and white hooded cape were torn in various places and her body was littered in wounds, but none were truly lethal. Still if not attended to she could very well possibly die should enough time pass. To think he would have to stoop so low as to be a caretaker for a second time made him scowl at the memories of a certain brunette girl. Though it would be more shameful if he allowed this unknown woman to simply die before him, seeing as she seemingly opposed the filth he had gazed upon.

He still didn't enjoy the thought of having to care for her however. With grace he effortlessly picked up the woman like a lifeless doll in a bridal style. He had to admit that she was certainly beautiful, though he did not give the passing thought another second as his eyes snapped to once more see a revolting sight.

Black mud leaked from the tiles in the floor, seemingly bubbling upwards before surfacing atop the floor in a large puddle. In the blink of an eye the mud rose, morphed, and molded itself into a familiar, offensive sight.

He bore down on the revolting woman with a glare that spoke of certain death to come. "You dare stain my sight once more with your presence, mongrel!"

"You are mistaken you arrogant fool, you are the one who stains my sight." She chillingly returned. Her crimson eyes glowed as she willed the world around her to her bidding. "And you will return that woman to me."

"Hmph, then come forth you vile filth. Your efforts will be futile and I shall reduce your body to ash once more."

The wall of gold behind him hummed with a brilliant glow, launching a storm brilliant blades like a well oiled gatling gun. Various structures and appendages of black matter took shape to intercept the barrage. The castle room became illuminated with explosions and left with craters, leaving it no more than a barren room full of shattered debris. A sickle shaped appendage took form and swept across the room in an arc, forcing him to leap over it before pinning the offending mass to the ground with several spears. Blades that came near the woman were intercepted by a sticky black substance which ensnared his treasures and left them lodged in it. His eyes widened as he noticed his treasures beginning to lose their elegant golden glow, slowly becoming blackened and corrupted as black vein like cracks began to spread across each blade, and quickly returned them to his treasury.

Rage boiled through his body at the act. "You dare lay your hands upon my treasures you vile mongrel! Know that through your treasonous act your death has been all but assured and nothing shall remain of your pitiful corpse!"

The gates to his treasury doubled in numbers with a maddening rate of fire which left the vile woman purely on the defensive. Blades and spears punched holes through her numerous defenses and lathered her body with scores of gaping wounds. Good, she should have realized how futile it was to oppose him with her meager powers. Though her absurd regenerative properties were certainly a nuisance. He raised his hand and called forth for more specialized weapons for the situation. A crimson spear covered in vein like designs alongside many other various weapons came to his call. Her defenses distracted by his numerous other weaponry, he launched the weapons with a gesture of his hand. Many were intercepted by the mass of spawned black appendages but the prototype of the cursed spear Gáe Bolg pierced its target straight through the heart.

He allowed a viscous smile to grace his face at her pained gasps as thickets of thorns sprouted from underneath her skin throughout her entire body. The black substance from before attempted to retrieve the spear from her body, but he quickly returned it to his treasury alongside his many other treasures. The gaping wound through her heart attempted to close itself only for more blood, the same color as her mud, to helplessly spurt out from the wound. The cursed properties of the spear were in full effect and he relished the sight of the woman choking on her own blood, trying to gasp for breath to no avail. Though the fact that she hadn't died yet allowed him to ascertain one thing he had already suspected of her. She possessed some form of immortality, that which continuously reincarnated her upon death and forced her to remain alive even if by natural laws it should be impossible no matter how great one's healing factor.

He clicked his tongue and scowled, how troublesome. A lone portal materialized at his side and from it a sickle like weapon revealed itself. Harpe, the weapon used by the Greek hero Perseus to slay Medusa, capable of nullifying both healing and even immortality. A perfectly suited weapon for this tedious situation. In her pain and rage her mass of black tendrils lashed out violently and recklessly, attempting to smash their golden foe. His endless hail of blades eviscerated the offending masses and kept constantly newly spawned ones at bay, allowing him to carefully aim the portal containing Harpe.

With precision transcending man, he lined up his shot and grinned. "This shall be your end, mongrel."

Harpe began to rattle with with golden energy as he prepared to fire, then suddenly the ground shook with a horrifying screech. The floor beneath him began to crumble and collapse as he was forced to leap away before falling into a chasm. The woman's incessant screeching, though a horrifying sound to any ordinary person, did not instill any fear within himself personally. The unconscious woman in his arms however suddenly awoke with a jolt and silver eyes wide in fear.

"Salem!" Was her only word before she saw the sight before her. Her greatest foe lacerated in countless gaping wounds which would have been fatal to anything else, huntsmen or Grimm, and reduced to nothing but a raging figure far removed from the composed and authoritative figure from before.

To say she was shocked was an understatement. "How-"

"Hold your tongue mongrel for I shall explain everything at a later time." He reprimanded. "For now allow me to focus, I may actually need to utilize the further extents of my power against that vile woman."

Upon her screams of rage, not only did the mass of black appendages she commanded multiply both in size and numbers, but various demonic beasts of darkness also began to descend upon them in numbers which completely covered both the land and sky in darkness. Even he had become a little worried at the predicament.

The previous number of gates from before more than tripled upon his command, spitting out thousands of blades by the second to eviscerate entire swaths of the seemingly endless horde. But each beast that died was replaced with more than triple the number from before and charged towards him with reckless abandon and fearlessness. Even against the hellish hail of blades sent their way, the endless hordes continued to make ever so steady progress.

The woman in his arms visibly quaked in fear at the hellish sight and he could not bring himself to blame her. It would be best to retreat instead of needlessly expending his mana, no matter how vast his reserves were. Though he would rather die than depart like some pathetic coward.

A portal spawned on the ground in front of him and from it the golden hilt of an elegant long-sword slowly jutted out. Though of seemingly plainer design than most of his weapons, the sword which he held was certainly by far one of his most powerful treasures. The Original Sin, the first sword of selection, Merodach. To think that he would have required one of his more prized treasures was appalling but he pushed aside the thought.

His magical energy poured into the blade to set it alight with a blinding glow, that which would burn away anything it touched, and raised himself into the sky. Looking down upon the filthy masses, Gilgamesh sneered and directed his sights at Salem. "Etch my glory into your feeble mind mongrel, and return to ashes!"

Sensing the immense power practically rolling off the brilliant sword in waves, Salem commanded everything at her disposal and launched black spheres of dark energy alongside spear shaped tendrils directly towards him, intent on impaling or obliterating him on the spot. A transparent mirror like shield with a pink tint effortlessly nullified the dark magic and easily blocked the oncoming tendrils before returning to his treasury.

He raised the gleaming sword to point directly towards the heavens themselves. "Now perish from my sight you vile mongrels! Merodach!"

With that he swung his sword downwards with a mighty slash, and all was reduced to ash.

Author's Note: Again I hope you enjoyed reading this and please leave a review! Since I'm a pretty new author I'm open to constructive criticism. Also I'll be honest here, don't expect much out of me when it comes to my updating schedule. I'm just a high-school kid who writes this type of stuff in my free time for fun when the ideas hit me.

Anyway thanks for reading!