"Finally finished!" The mysterious figure in a cloak reminiscent of a penguin said, finally putting away his repair tools for the screen. He turned around to the group and glared harshly at both grimm and Beacon people. "If any of you motherfuckers ever do that shit again, it comes out of your paychecks and hides!" To put more emphasis on his threat, he unleashed a tide of killing intent and crushed a projection a universe in his hand. Destruction of the room wasn't that overly serious to him, but still, repairing the screen can be a bit of a hassel considering what it takes to run properly.
Whatever. This allowed him to renovate the room. Instead of the simple white room with desks, chairs, and a movie screen, the room was now a large movie theather with luxury relaxing chairs that came with floating mini desks and armrest cupholders that didn't require sharing. The color scheme consisted of velvet, browns, and black.
"Now take your seats!" They all did so without arguing, most fearing his wrath with the exception of Salem and Ozpin. They weren't afraid but knew better. "And... here are your presents, courtesy of Pheonix Warehouse Productions CEO, the lovely Adrain Midnight Pheonix."
On the desks of RWBY, Winter, Tyrian, Grimm Gals, Salem, Ozpin, and the new arrivals of Coco, Velvet, Qrow, and Glynda, presents came to be and in their signature designs too.
Ruby opened hers to find a plushy of her mother, Summer Rose. She immediately hugged it close to her heart, silently thanking Adrian.
Yang opened hers to reveal the fabled book of 1001 hair styles and tips. "The book. It exists." She muttered like she had found the holy grail. She held back tears of a mighty amazon, eager to utilize this book and her hair to their full potential.
Blake opened her book, went red and wide eyed, and closed it back up, holding the box to her lap. 'Now, I may pass on happy. Well, maybe after me and jaune... discuss this one'. The others could've sworn Blake was about to chuckle to herself with a Cheshire grin.
Both Weiss and Winter shot each other glances. They smirked. Inside these small boxes were photographs of their dear brother in... compromising positions. A few of them showing him hanging from a flagpole. Prime blackmail material.
Salem casually opened her black box to reveal photos. The version of Jaune as her grandson wearing the cutest little dresses during his childhood. In the back were her granddaughters, passed out from the cuteness. She scoffed and casually looked around. With her quick hands, she swiftly placed the photos into her cloak pocket. It was also a good thing she had adept control of her body and couldn't blush that easily. This nearly got her though.
Meanwhile, all the grimm gals struggled with an internal conflict unlike any other. Jaune plushies. But not just regular Jaune plushies. They were Jaune plushies of him as their grimm species. Beowulf Jaune, Ursa Jaune, Nevermore Jaune, Deathstalker Jaune, Taijito Jaune, even a Nuckelavee Jaune! They were still agree about the previous vision, or at least they wanted to be.
Beowulf managed to pipe up. "Grrr. Okay, on the count of three sisters, we toss these away, okay?" They all nodded. "One... two..." she struggled out, all the grimm gals holding their plushies and about to toss the. "I can't! He's too fucking lovable!" She hugged her plushie close to her chest and they all did the same. Even Nuckelavee couldn't contain herself, snuggling the plushie between he ample bossom. Sure, Grimm Man Jaune could rot, but not their Jaune or the other ones either. Their Jaune was a sweet little flesh sack knight who would never stoop to such lows as body stealing.
And as if they could get rid of such lovable objects of affection. These objects also made them think about some really fun potential realities.
Tyrian opened his to find the complete saw collection and nearly fainted from joy. Manly tears shot from his eyes. He promised this CEO that if he ever found him during the coming glory days of his goddess, he would thank him and kill him quickly.
Velvet opened hers and began to gush. A plushie of Jaune in his cute little bunny suit was her gift and she loved it. Coco was giggling to herself in almost a Tyrian kind of way. All the dress designs made by his siters was now in the literal palm of her hands. Oh, the fashion they'll make together.
Meanwhile, Qrow wasn't in his seat. Instead he went to a cliff to prove he was a bird. You see, he was given a brew of Little Man's Hammer, said to be brewed by the mighty dawrves of legend. One sip and he was gone.
Glynda on the other hand began to rub her hands together like a stereotypical villain. Blackmail photos of Qrow in drag and a video of him singing I feel pretty. God, how she missed summer.
"Is that it?" Nora asked looking around for her team's gifts. "No gifts for us?!" She gasped dejectedly. Even Raven and even more surprising, Ozpin seemed a bit hurt by that.
Cloaked figure shrugged. "Maybe next time? He either didn't have anything or he just doesn't like you." The figure stated callously. A portal appeared. "Now I must be off. The viewers will be redistributed shortly." He said as he walked through the portal. Not a second later, the lights turned off. When they turned back on, Raven, Qrow, Winter, Coco, Velvet, the Grimm Gals, and Glynda were gone. The entire team of Salem's four underlings were in the room along with Emerald and Mercury.
"What sorcery is this?" Watts gasped. "One moment I'm attending to my duties in Atlas, the next I'm in a theater!"
"Mistress, what's going on?" Hazel asked as he calmly adjusted in his seat.
Moment of exposition later
"Jaune Arc... haven't heard of that family name in quite a while." Hazel stroked his chin in thought before looking up. "Mystery weaver of space and time." He called out.
"Just call me DB, Big H."
"Right." Hazel drawled, feeling rather unsure about this supposed diety. "What do you plan on showing us."
"An alternate reality. You all know of our gracius grimm queen over here." A few eyes glanced at salem, some approvingly and others glareing, a voice of goddess rang out. "But have you heard of the Grimm Emperor?" Before anyone could speak out, the lights dimmed and the screen turned out, ushering silence.
Within the dead lands, somehwere in an ancient tomb forgotten by civilization and left to time, two archeologists stood in front of some large 30 foot door surrounded by stattues of weeping women in cloaks. There were some carvings on the door, depicting hundreds of warriors with spears driving back numerous monsters. In the center was a demonic figure in skelatal armor figure with his arms wide open. The tomb was surrounded by old skeletons and weapons of those departed in battle.
"Ugh, that's horrendously eerie." Ruby blurted, not digging the beginning of this.
"Must be right up these guys alley." Yang muttered looking towards the evil group.
Salem and her underlings paid the children no mind. Instead, her top underlings turned towards Salem. She had no answer for this. She, in all her years of existence had never seen nor heard this place before. It was clearly in one of the deadlands in Mistral, but this tomb was not of their reality. What secrets did this intriguing place hold?
Ozpin was in the same ballpark, albiet with far more worry.
The archeologists turned to the center of a ring behind them. Along with 20 tied up hostages and a large cloaked gunman watching over them.
"Are you ready?" The older lady asked, her brown eyes narrowing in determination. Her eyes were bloodshot and surrounded by bags.
"We've come this far, madam." The younger man answered, drawing out a ceremonial dagger. "History such as this is worth more than a few lives." He chuckled. His female cohort drew out another dagger and a wicked grin.
Oh what the hell?" Yang groaned. Two mad archeologists about to sacrifice people, what a lovely start.
"To think people would go this far." Weiss growled.
"You'd be surprised." Watts said. "Wealth, fame, recognition, a drive for history." He chuckled. "Oh, the horrors people will commit are limitless."
"So Jaune is a good guy who stops these guys right?" Ruby asked, really hoping for that outcome.
"You're aware this is called Grimm King right?" Emerald asked, alread aware of how this was gonna go.
"Just shut up and let me hope." Ruby shot back.
"A bloody sacrifice huh?" Tyrian munched on his popcorn with glee. "After the atrocity I saw before, this is highly welcomed!"
They strided on over and began to slit the throats of each hostage to allow blood to drain into the large circle. As they finished up their gruesome work, the blood surged throughout the ring and forward to the gate. The blood swirled in the door and into the maw of the center figure. If one paid attention closely, they could see the maidens crying.
{With bloodshed, my body is made to slumber, with bloodshed, my body shall rise}
"What language was that?" Pyrrha asked, voicing all of the Beacon student's currnt question.
"Latin. The dead language." Ozpin answered.
"Anyne else think that voice had too much of a tint of familiarity?" Blake asked. Everyone nodded, most worriedly, less happily, two indifferent. Hazel and Watts guessed it was this Jaune, but obviously had to wait for confirmation.
The archeologists stared in awe at the door as it rumbled and opened. Inside was nothing but darkness. Shining their lights inside the large room, they were able to see a large spire of spikes. The top was covered with fresh black liquid yet no body lay upon it.
"This can't be it." The man whispered, looking on the verge of tears. The women said nothing as she just stared at her bloody dagger like she was contemplating using it on herself.
"Hehe... hahaha. HAHAHAHAHA!" The pair turned around to see their bodygaurd laughing in a hysteric fashion, his voice becoming deeper and multi-layered as it went on. His form grew larger and beastly with armor atop of it. A sentient grimm stood before them.
"That motherfucker again!" Ruby yelled and surprisingly gave a harsh curse. She put five lien into the jar. Clearly, she was still sore after that Grimm Heir chapter and not too keen on seeing Overlord again.
"Great, why's that freak here?" Nora asked with a harsh glare at the screen.
"Most likely the one who orchestrated this." Ren answered and Hazel nodded.
"No doubt set this up to awaken something within the crypt. Clearly it was meant to keep something in." The Big H concured.
They backed up in fear. Right into the naked male figure. Jaune's pale naked, black veined form, his ethereal blue pupils boring into them. Like the two digits of his hands into their skulls. "Humans." His warped voice spoke. "I thank you. But now, I only have one more task for you. Die." His thumbs lowered and the archeologists skulls exploded in a shower of greymatter, eyes, and bone.
Silence for a moment until Yang stood up. "Okay. I'm torn between liking the fact Jaune is naked and wasted two psychologically compromised monsters and not liking what he is and how he wasted those two said monsters. Also, please tell me the size has always been constant." She final said looking up to DB.
"That is the one thing that hasn't changed."
'Yes.' A good chunk of the ladies in the room mentally cheered. Ruby coughed in an effort to mask the nosies of her taking some quick scroll pics. For research purposes. For health class, she swears! Pyrrha was... well what did you expect, she needed tissues and not for mucus.
Meanwhile, Mercury was tipping his nonexistent hat to this guy. "From one player to another. Respect."
Emerald rolled her eyes. "But unlike you he actually has some game apparently."
"You're clearly proof that statement isn't true." Emerald's reply to him was a soda thrown to his face.
Without pause, he looked to the sentient grimm who bowed before him. Jaune smiled in his lighthearted fashion. "Rise overlord, my faithful servant. You're emperor has returned." He stretched out in multiple ways and cracked his neck. "Tell me, how long have I slumbered?"
""Emperor!"" Was the collective shout in the room.
"Eons, my liege. After you had fallen, a new figure of your kin rose to power after a millennium of your apparent demise. Her name is Salem and she now resides in your former home." His tone was one full of bitterness towards this new power. "She is nowhere near your godliness unfortunately. Under her rule she was thwarted on several occasions and many of our forces receded under her."
"Unsurprising. No doubt just a scavenger." Jaune replied dismissively. "I had hoped a worthy one would take my place. It seems I may be wrong." His eyes narrowed. "What of the silver eyed dogs? What of their champion?"
"Oh snap, you're not on Jauney's level here!" Nora cheered, high fiving Ren as a few of the Beacon students couldn't help but giggle at her expense.
"Blasphemy!" Tyrian shouted back. He looked towards his goddess and to his surprise, she was intrigued rather than infuriated by the comments.
"How strong is he?" She mused allowed to herself. If her strength incited a scoff from him, how strong was he?
As one could guess, this recieved heavy interest from Cinder. 'Honestly, this boy can be quite the intrigue under good circumstances." Then again with multiverse rules, anyone could.
"Hey, real quick, what did he mean by silver eyed dogs?" Ruby asked. Only Ozpin and Salem knew the anser to that one.
"Near extinction." Jaune chuckled at Overlord's answer. "However, their champion's bloodline still lives through a descendant."
"One of those dogs, even an alpha, holds no chance against me alone." He stroked his hair and flipped it back. "Is that all?"
"Maidens. Women can now harness the power of nature inside of them. The god of light has also made a champion of reincarnation. Not only that, but the forces of light harness the power dust to its full potential."
"These concepts are new to him." Ozpin stated, a little shock in his tones. Everyone was atsounded by the mere thought of him being older than Salem, especially with his rather youthful features and feel.
"How old is he?" Nora asked.
"Long enough to classify him as beyond ancient." Ren replied.
"Indeed." Watts muttered.
"So apparently that was all. As if trivialities such as that conern me. Though the dust part is somewhat concerning." He said with a sigh. He walked over to a skull and kicked it up. He held it to his face and looked it in the eye sockets. "You fools. I gave you food, shelter, drink, and most importantly, alive." He crushed it into dust. "Freedom worth death. How laughable."
Yang winced at his words. "And the hotness factor-"
"Just went up a few notches." Cinder finished to herself.
Salem shrugged. "He sounds pretty generous for what you would conider an ancient horror."
"He kept slaves." Weiss deadpanned.
Salem nodded. "Yes. Rather generous given what he is."
The Beacon peeps were torn by that statement. If this was essentially evil Jaune, then how evil was he exactly. Slavery is aweful, no one thought otherwise. But, it can be argued in cases that it's better than death. Just look at the treatment between human and faunus slaves in the days of old.
Black liquid rose from his back to form wings atop his back. "Let us be off, Overlord."
"hmm." Salem hummed. 'Not bad.'
His servant let out a bit of a sweat drop. "My liege, are you not forgetting something?" He asked, pointing to his state of dress.
Jaune's eyebrow rose before he face faulted and blushed, dark blood rushing to his cheeks and ears. "Ah, hehe. In my haste, I nearly forgot I was in my birth outfit. Excuse me."
Everyone sweat dropped at his lack of personal awareness, Pyrrha, Ruby, and Nora holding back a giggle.
"Really gives off a feeling of royal superiority doesn't he?" Emerald deadpanned
"Even as a king of monsters." Weiss facepalmed. Deep inside, it was nice to see Jaune was still Jaune even as a horror, a feeling shared by all of the Beacon students and Ozpin.
Black liquid surged around with a raise of his arms. Skeletal armor similar to Overlord now covered his body excpt his trim was red and there was a skull in the center of his armor with glowing yellow eyes. "Aesthetically much more pleasing, albiet less free." He chuckled. His face turned serious. "Let's go. I have a home to most likey restore and a squatter in need of assessment."
"hmm." Hazel hummed. 'Rude statement of Salem aside, I dig the armor he conjures.'
"Aw man, that's freaking cool." Nora gasped. "Not exactly my color choice, but hot dog how I would cosplay in that!"
"You cosplay too?" Tyrian blurted out.
They flew off like pitch black shooting stars.
Salem's eyes shot open and a strangled breath escaped her. She put her hand to her blackened heart. "The disturbance in the dark forces... what is this?" Realization struck her. "The awakening."
"Goddess, are alright?" She realized that she stood in the throne room, Team WTCH before her. Tyrian stood closest to her in concern.
"No... I am not." She shook her head. "I sensed an awakening. The ancient greater than me." WTCH went wide eyed. Tyrian wanted to tell his goddess that wasn't true, but knew her words were absolute, especially on this subject. Thus, fear gripped him. Cinder began to break out in a little cold sweat while Hazel and Watts held back a tremble in their spines. "He's coming this way. I can feel it."
"Is it the one... from the crypt?" Watts asked.
"Who else could it be, Watts." Salem couldn't help but be sarcastic in this case. She walked and her underlings followed "There was only ever one. Son of the dark god, lord of damnation, sapphire deity of fear. Jaune of Arc."
"He garnered quite the name for himself." Watts muttered. Admittedly, he was impressed with this alternate version of the so called wannabe knight.
"And his build up clearly isn't overhyped." Tyrian replied, oddly more serious than usual. "Look at us. Look at our goddess! We're genuinely afraid of him."
"As you should be." Ozpin spoke up through his mug of coffee. "Here is a threat greater than Remnant has ever seen in a long time."
"Yikes." Pyrrha muttered. "Imagine what it took to put him down for that long."
"And imagine what it would take to finish him off." Hazel added on.
They walked out to the courtyard, an army of grimm around them and the spawning pools in the distance. A large berth was given for the arrival. "He's here." Salem muttered.
Without a nanosecond, a black cloud erupted in the middle of the courtyard and from spring forth the youthful armor clad form of the ancient and his knight. At first, WTCH felt underwhelmed at his looks until a feeling of true dispair hit them. The grimm around them froze and ceased any noise. His eyes focused solely on salem. She would never admit it allowed to her underlings, but under his gaze... she felt like a paper tiger in the midst of a cyclone. "Salem." He whispered. In the dead silence, they could here him.
"Eerie and creepy." Ruby squirmed in her seat and Nora held onto Ren's hand tighter. He held back a wince of pain.
"Ancient one." She answered back. She kneeled. "Your return is most welcome." She glared to the sides to her underlings with an implicit message. Bow. And they did.
"And your presence is mildly infuriating." He nearly snarled before taking a smirk with underlying distaste. "Had we been under different circumstances, I'd be intrigued by your enchanting looks."
Everyone turned towards Salem to see a reaction. She had none. A least not visibly. She has seen Jaune as both her Grandson and now as someone of her higher peers with visible attraction to her. It was just plain weird.
His piercing leer returned. "However, your looks are betrayed by your lack of preservation and might. Look at this place!" He gestured with arms around them. "What happened to the scores of terrors I had left behind? The powerful wyrms of old? My lesser ground troops could rip open scores of these... beowolves. And speaking of which, what happened to them? Your current alphas were nothing compared to my betas." He shook his head. "I knew my slumber would yield results of deterioration in my absence, but I had also anticipated that my place would be taken by a similar being. One who had a fraction of my competence to restore our lands and glory."
"Yeesh, comfortable in your glass house." Tyrian muttered.
He stopped railing a slightly shrunken Salem after hearing Tyrian mutter something. "What was that, scorpion faunus?"
Tyrian shuddered. That was way too close.
"N-nothing." Tyrian said looking up to find Jaune already in front of him. Jaune picked him up by the nose. "Owowowow!" He cried with his currently nasally voice.
"Glass house, right? I am aware of the term." Jaune squeezed harder. "My defeat was one of chance and deception by powerful warriors and slaves. The lowliest among them could break you in two with a single hand, worm." He growled before tossing Tyrian away like trash. He looked towards Salem again. "You dog's loyalty is admirable. But a good master would teach them far better."
"I know I taught them better than that." Salem replied tossing Tyrian a glare for speaking out like that. "Please, elder. Forgive my lack of power. Depite your generous left overs, my ascension to power was delayed by problem after problem and the forces of light went out of their way to stem the tide of your powerful army. Without you or Overlord, they were left in disarray and many were put slumber or somehow killed after being scattered. I hadn't enough control to keep even a handful around or nourished."
"Just what grimm did he have under his command?" Salem pondred aloud. If she could not keep them nourished, how much power did the manifestations of negativity hold.
"How much power did he hold over the people?" Ozpin pondered himself.
Jaune sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I do not... blame this deteration solely on you. Tell me, was this all achieved by light's maidens, reincarnates, and dust?" Jaune asked, his hands behind his back.
Salem nodded. "Yes, the two formers played a key role in my personal hinderance, my liege."
Jaune nodded. "Forgive my earlier dismissiveness earlier, Overlord. Perhaps that bonus of intel wasn't so trivial."
"It is compared to you." Overlord responded. "You are here now. The grimm can restore themselves and perhaps your bloodline may yet again flourish."
"Perhaps." Jaune muttered. "What of the relics?" He asked, gesturing for Salem and her underlings to rise.
"Scattered still. I was to begin there retrieval today." Salem answered.
"You do that. I will attend to some renovations." Jaune's jaw then dislocated like a snake and fangs became bared. He unleashed a terrifying howl, causing WTCH to cover their ears. His call was answered by another call. A dragon. No, the dragon of mount Glenn, landing before him like an obedient pet.
"My god." Watts gasped.
Mercury held back a slight shiver. "Ugh, that thing with his jaw... that was just unnerving."
"As if this whole thing wasn't unnerving." Weiss snarked. She earned a nod of agreement from Emerald. "Just look at that beast."
"Even I'll admit I would be a bit reluctant to fight that." Ruby mumbled and Tyrian actually nodded in agreement.
"Hopefully won't be much of a fight by the time I have it." Cinder whispered to herself. She had to admit, she'd give an eye for a dragon like that.
"Look at you, withered and faded compared to your once proud appearance." Jaune said as his jaw returned to normal. He petted the dragon a bit. To the shock of of WTCH and Salem, he shoved his hand into its head. Black aura poured into its body from Jaune's hand. Once he ripped his arm out, the beast shook violently and a metamorphosis took place.
"By Oum!" Weiss screamed. Everyone was shocked and some frightened by this action.
"What's happening to it?!" Pyrrha gasped.
"It's growing." Blake whispered, terror in her eyes.
"He's surged his power into it, inciting a powerful transformation." Salem answered.
It's body began to extend and enlarged, the lower legs becoming arms and legs began to grow. The bones began to grey and grow into rock like formations on its limbs and its head. Its mucsle mass grew, the rib cage becoming less prominent on its abs. The horns on its ead also extended a bit. Once the transformation was finished, the beast was nearly halfway bigger than its previous form which looked malnourished in comparison to this one.
"What is your name, my glorious encforcer!" Jaune bellowed.
Its red became blue after Jaune asked his question. It bowed. "Midir. The dark bringer and your humble enforcer." He answered.
"Amazing." Salem breathed. The power emulating from this dragon was unreal. They could all feel it. For most, it was terrifying, for a minority, being Salem, it was magnificent.
And they all knew Jaune had yet to show off his power to the full extent. If he could do this with ease, what else could he do?
"How it feels good to be back." Jaune sighed before turning to Overlord. "Have a look around the area and beyond to assess my diminished holdings while I procede with renovations." He turned to Salem. "You just continue with your current status quo. I want to see what you can do during terms of lights brief time of relaxtion from their threat."
Salem nodded. "You will not be disappointed."
"I hope your words are true." He replied, though it carried little malice or condescending bite.
"Again, rather generous considering what he is." Salem reiterated.
"Jaune can be evil, but apparently not a full on asshole. Admirable." Mercury concured with sip of some lemonade. 'Unlike some people.' That comment he wisely kept to himself.
"That's our Jaune for you." Ruby laughed, a bit nervously though under the circumstances.
"Albeit far less nagative and articulate." Blake mumbled.
Midir lowered his head and Jaune jumped on. "Ascend, Midir! Let's awaken your brethren and restore you lesser siblings to their true potential!" With a powerful roar, Midir did as his master commanded. They were off with a single purpose. Restoration of pure grimm might.
'Once again, our time rises like the dawn.' Jaune though. Images of him walking in dead forest were shown, a possible flash back. Through the darkness and fogs, multiple glowing blue markings were shown following him. Massive monstrous figures.
Tyrannus rexes, cyclops, titans, ashuras, manticores, all powerful grimm once and soon to be under his disposal. 'We'll restore our home and take back all of remnant. Just as father intended.'
The screen faded off.
"Those are the grimm he once commanded?" Blake asked. Everyone had their own reation to this sight. The Beacon kids were horrified by what they saw, Ozpin almost swallowing a lump in his throat.
WTCH was certainly not comfortable and Cinder's underlings were in the same lane as the Beacon students. Salem on the other hand.
"No. The grimm he will soon command." Salem was relishing this universe. Demotion of her hierarchy status aside, it would bring her much joy to work under such a being. No doubt their goals are similar. Imagine the progress that could be made!
That last statement only had the attention of two select people. Salem and Ozpin both wondered, "who is his father exactly?"
"Hope the New Challenger digs that one, hehe." DB chuckled. "That's it for today, folks!"
The lights went completely out and magical poofs was heard.
OMAKE: Where da Grimm Gals at?
"Hey, how come the grimm ladies aren't here?" Ren asked. "It's not that I want them here."
""Damn right!"" The Beacon babes all simultaneously said at once. There was definitely a common sense of comraderie amongst them.
"But shouldn't they be here for this?" Ren continued.
"Well..." DB coughed. "I had a gut feeling, so I put them in a seperate room to see what would happen."
"What happened?" Ren continued.
"Well... they watched and when they got to the part where Jaune revealed himself-"
"Ah, we got it. Thank you. You can stop." Yang said, sparing glances toward her little sister. Everyone was beat red, except for Ruby, more focused on Yang's baby-ing of her.
Ruby gave her a blank look. "What? I know what the implications are. They started to mas-"
"Look, for my heart and your pure image... just pretend your not fifteen. For me?" Yang pleaded to Ruby's visible annoyance.