Grimm of War

Creation of the Great One

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(34 years before the start of RWBY)

Deep in the heart of the Grimm Lands within the dragon continent, was an enormous castle. Its colossal walls stretched for miles around the plate of red rock the main tower was situated upon and easily reached over 100 meters in height and 50 meters in width. The inner workings within the walls consisted of dozens of large fortresses easily taller than the wall around them as they circled the central tower. Countless Grimm traversed the structures in endless tides. The central tower however was the mightiest Overall. Its tip touched the red and black sky and was made of the same near pitch-black stone that formed the structure's around it. At the top of the tower, behind a stain-glass window of reds and purples sat a woman. The Queen of Grimm herself, Salem.

Salem as of late had been... frustrated. Every time it seemed that she was winning, Ozpin would come up with some way to even the playing field. The Grimm and her subordinates were not working. the Grimm were mighty in numbers but were taken apart by Ozpin's hunters. Her subordinates were skilled in their craft and followed orders but Ozpin had more just like them. She needed a way to gain a concrete advantage that Ozpin could not get around. She needed something or someone to be on the front lines to act as a direct influence of her will. Then it hit her.

From the perspective of Her subordinates, it seemed as if she had left to the deepest parts of the castle's dungeon and had not come up for months. during their usual meetings in the main Hall she herself would not be present and instead in her place was a seer Grimm. Even then the Grimm she spoke through would only reiterate the already given orders.

(2 months later)

She... had done it. In the deepest part of the Castles Duegneon, miles underground sat Salem in a chair, absolutely exhausted and drained of magic. In her arms was a baby, its skin and hair as white as the snow with its pupils red and sclera black just like herself. She had created a son. Combing her essence and magic with male DNA and forcing growth that she constantly monitored she had done it. His eyes looked up at her innocently as she held him and for the first time since her previous children she felt... love. He raised his small hand up to her and she quickly held it. " oh you and I are going to accomplish great things my child" she said and she smiled warmly.

It had been 9 months now since hazel and Watts had seen their Mistress and they were getting more anxious by the day. The seer was showing up less and less frequently by the sixth month. The both of them sat in their seats at the table in the main hall. " Looks like the seer is gone again today" spoke Hazel matter of factly. " well let us hope she shows back up anytime soon. I did not join her just to be-" Watts was not able to finish his sentence and the door to the hall opened.

Salem strode into the room carrying a... baby? what was this? They had questions but would not dare speak until she had got to her seat. She sat on her throne and nodded to them, anticipating their curiosity. Watts spoke first " master why do you have a.. baby with you?" Watts asked with hesitation and a bit of annoyance though he tried to hide it, had this one baby been the reason why they had done almost nothing for 9 months?! Salem was however not fooled and caught the annoyance and she squinted, he was annoyed with her son? She would have to correct that. " this child Watts, is the key to our victory!" She finished the sentence with a bit of pride in her voice. Hazel spoke up next "how will this child help our cause?" Hazel asked in a questioning tone. "Do you not see his resemblance to myself? He is just like myself, immortal, capable of magic, a controller of Grimm. He will be the general of my Grimm, leading them to victory over Ozpin with my guidance."

They looked shocked at the revelation as Salem finished. She looked down at her son and smiled, but only for a moment before looking up. "where is Cross?" She spoke." He is still looking for the silver eye you sent him after." Hazel replied. Salem nodded before speaking " the meeting is over. you may return to your duties". Before they left Watts asked one last question " what is his name?"  She looked at him before back down to her child with a thoughtful look. Still looking at him she came to her decision. " Maxamillian," She said. "Hmm?" Hazel was curious " does it mean anything master?". " It was a name used in the old world, of a great empire. It means "Greatest". Hazel nodded before both he and Watts left the room. Sometime after Salem also left. To the top of her tower with her son. The name she gave him was not just a spur of the moment. Her son would live up to his name. She would make sure it would.

(18 months later)

Salem since that night had been teaching her son to use his gifts. when she first created him she felt a pool of magic within him, she just needed to draw it out. it helped that due to the regenerative properties of her immortality he was growing faster than a child of his age should. He was about two years old and he already was developed enough to where he was officially a "toddler". Hell, he was already speaking a one and a half years old. His first show of magic was a week ago when he attempted to copy her hand movement when she used fire magic to create a fireball and instead caused the few decorative plants in her bedroom to wither and die. He apparently had an affinity for death magic. at the moment they were in her room at the top of the tower with him on her lap.

"Okay Maxi, I want you to try and get that feeling from last time okay?" she spoke in a soft tone as he looked up at her and nodded. He closed his eyes and mimicked her hand movements from before "what does it feel like?" She asked. "It feels... cold, and contained" His words were slow and quiet. "Good now try and make that cold feeling a bit warm," she said. He nodded and focused, for a few moments nothing happened before a small fire formed in front of his hands. It got larger before it was nearly the size of her head. "Good, very good! now hold it." She was very excited at his progress. 

There was a knocking at the door. Maximilian lost his focus and the fireball extinguished. She looked to the door with an angered expression before speaking "it better be important!". The door open before Cross walked in. Cross was a strange yet practical old man. He used to be a knight of vale during the great war and used to be apart of Ozpin's inner circle a decade ago. He was however disillusioned with the wizard's cause when he was forced to kill another member of the circle due to Ozpin's suspicions of the member's further frequent absence from circle meetings. He still had his old armor. made from high-quality steel it covered him head to toe with movable metal joints where normally armor would not be at his side was the polearm that he used even during the war. his head was bald and his face wrinkling. his once bright green eyes had dulled and the skin under him sagged. the only reason he was still here was despite his age he was a skilled fighter. Holden Cross would teach her son to fight and strategize. though the fighting would come when he was older so it was just strategy and tactics for now.

" it is time for his lessons with me ma'am." his tone was respectful and his voice coarse. " Ah yes I must have lost track of time" she spoke burying her annoyance. "you may take him". Holden nodded and looked to Maxamillian. " young master it is time for your lessons with me". Maxamillian looked at him and nodded. He jumped from his mother's lap and walked over to holden as he walked out the door. before He left he looked at her and smiled. " By mommy!" he then turned around he quickened his pace to keep up with Holden. She felt butterfly's in her stomach when she heard him say that and blushed slightly. He would be ready she thought as she waved her hand and the door closed.