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Inspired by a variety of sources including artwork by Dishwasher1910 (check out his artwork), a Fairytale for the Demon Lord by Yang-Hwan Kim and using the RWBY universe created by Monty Oum. All works belong to their respective owners.
I do not own RWBY all rights belong to roosterteeth productions
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Darkness
Shadows
Lights
He opened his eyes. The sight of a shattered moon greeted him. It basked him in an incandescent glow. He stood. The wind billowed around him. He closed his eyes as he experienced the brisk cool wind. It was the first time in centuries? Millennia? Eons? Whenever the last rending of the world was. The world had changed.
"It has come again." He said in a deep voice. He took account of his surroundings. He was in a forest. It was dark, the tress tall. The grass rustled beneath his feet. He looked around for something reflective. He had not laid eyes on himself since the last time.
When had that happened? When was the last time he had basked in the blood of his foes, worthy and unworthy? When was the last time he had left a city in flames, nations broken with a simple wave of his hand? When was the last time he had feasted on the heart of a God? Heard their screams? When had he last torn down Valhalla, left it a smoking ruin? He basked in the memory.
A glowing city. Night falling where the sun never set, the collapse of the heavens unending reign. He looked as the Great Tower of Odin fell crumbled beneath the weight of its own grandeur, the flames breaking the very foundations of the building. The tower he was on, the throne of Freya was not much smaller. A good view of the end he thought. He looked down as hordes of the Creatures of Darkness swarmed the city. He heard the screams of helpless victims and the crackling of flames. He turned to look at the felled god before him.
"You cannot win Wolf. There will always be light." Odin said weakly. The Great God wore bulky golden armor. The plate imbued with glowing, flowing script. Sacred enchantments to protect it's wearer. Such things were useless before Him. At Odin's side the Unbreakable Spear lay broken, and with it, Odin's strength.
"Even light yields to darkness. The Darkness is where light comes from and shall forever return to." He said lightly. He approached the god, kneeling as Odin instinctively struggled to drag himself away.
The Great Wolf smiled. Quickly he plunged his fingers into Odin's leg, shattering the plate armor protecting it. Odin howled in pain. The Great Wolf twisted his finger like a knife, causing Odin to Scream all the louder.
Suddenly another voice caught the Wolf's attention.
"Father!" The wolf did not turn; instead he struck instinctively with his hand. The hand struck armor, scale mail if the Wolf was correct. The armor crumpled and the blow drove the attacker into a nearby wall. The impact caused the wall to crumble onto the attacker.
"No!" Odin shouted.
The wolf yanked his hand out of Odin and slowly walked over to the pile of rubble. The pile burst. A figure burst from the pile. With a shout the attacker, a blonde haired man with blue eyes swung his small war hammer down, aiming for the Wolf's head. The Wolf smiled. He reached up and grabbed the wrist of his attacker.
"Thor, oh Thor what to do with you? I thought Jormungand would have killed you by now." The Wolf snickered.
Thor's blue eyes widened; his mouth turned to create on O shape as he realized his fate. The Wolf pulled back his free hand.
"This is farewell." He said as he thrust his hand into Thor's chest.
"No!" Odin screamed in horror. His voice was weakened and to the Wolf it sounded more like begging. He cherished this moment.
Thor stood motionless his eyes glanced down. His gaze followed the arm now sticking from his chest, up to the shoulder and to the face of the Wolf. The Wolf smiled… wolfishly as he grasped the heart of the god in his hand. The Wolf yanked out his hand easily, bringing Thor's still beating heart with him. Thor looked on in horror, blood gushing from the hole in his chest. Blood dripped from his mouth as he stepped backwards.
The Wolf frowned. "Strong for a god." He noted. He crushed the heart in his hand and tossed the bloody pulp to the side. Thor's gaze followed the bloody pulp. The Wolf walked up to him. Thor backed away, he froze near the edge of the tower. He hunched over, growing paler by the moment as his very life gushed from him. The Wolf followed. He gently placed a hand on Thor's forehead.
"Tsk, tsk." The Wolf said. "It is picturesque. The glorious warrior felled, his city in flames at his back." The wolf turned to look at Odin "His dear father, able to do nothing while his son dies." With his free hand he took grasp of Thor's hammer, Mjolnir and slowly pulled it from Thor's weak grasp. Thor grunted. The Wolf turned back to Thor.
"Last words?" He asked Thor gurgled in response. The Wolf frowned "I thought not." He said as he lazily pushed Thor from the edge of the tower. He fell without a sound. The Wolf's gaze followed Thor's descent, The God made no attempt to change course or avoid his inevitable fate. He plummeted and vanished under the feet of thousands of Grimm.
The Wolf turned back to Odin, the man now thoroughly broken. He did not weep for his son, only breathed slowly. The fire in his eyes had vanished, replaced by the most wonderful of emotions: Despair.
The Wolf hefted Mjolnir. How the gods thought a hammer would defeat him he did not know, nor did he care.
"Now to finish things." He said with a grin as he approached Odin.
He would savor this.
A growl snapped the man back to the present. A familiar sound. The Wolf smiled. As he looked on he noticed a Beowulf exiting the shadows. More soon surrounded him. He raised his hand and then there was silence.
He spied a nearby pool more of a large puddle, but it would do what he desired. He walked over, the Beowolves parting to make a path. He looked down when he reached the puddle. His hair was chin length, messy and Jet black. He had a slight beard stubble over a sharp face. High cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing red. Down the side of his face was ancient, flowing script, charcoal black. He would have to cover that to avoid attention. He grinned wolfishly as he looked down at himself. Well built. What truly amused him were the furry wolf ears on top of his head.
"Well this is new." He muttered, amused at such an obvious indication of his identity. It didn't truly matter, the darkness had gathered, had reached a critical mass, enough to give birth to him again.
The end has come. He said more to himself than anything else. He stood up and looked at the shattered moon. He smiled amused at how the worlds changed each time. He shivered slightly.
"First things first." He said stretching his body. "I need clothes." He walked into the forest, the Beowolves following him. "Then I need to see if they've invented milkshakes here. I always did love the chocolate ones."
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The chapter length will fluctuate for this story sorry about that but I want to break up different POV's. This story will definitely be on the more serious side. This will also deal with some of the darker aspects of the RWBY-verse too. For example, there is only so much you can do to keep children from being destroyed by their violent experiences. This will become more apparent as team RNJR appears but that won't happen for another few chapters, I'm still introducing the characters after all. Next chapter should be up fairly soon, maybe the beginning of next week.
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