The Goblin King of Eight Peaks (Abused goblin-human hybrid male reader x RWBY)

Prologue: Rise of the Eight Peak King

Authors Note: I know that this picture is the same as the one on the cover, I just simply couldn't find a better picture.

Y/N's POV

I was thrown into the wall by my 'father', Ghira Belladonna. He was beating me because I had attempted to escape from my abusive household, but my father would have none of that.

"Get up you worthless excuse for a human being!" Ghira shouted as he came closer. I tried getting to my feet, but I got a kick to my chest, and thrown into the other wall. "Honey! Dinner is ready. Leave the little monster be for now and come eat," my 'mother', Kali Belladonna said as she came into the room.

Ghira just grumbled before kicking me again then heading downstairs to eat. I thought it was over, but then my mother came over to me with a knife. She straddled my waist, then lifted my shirt up to my chin. "Since you've been such a bad boy, this will serve as a good reminder!" Kali growled, then proceeded to carve a large symbol onto my chest.

I screamed in agony, something my mother savored. When she was finished, I had the symbol of the white fang on my chest. She gave my a kick of her own before leaving.

I crawled over to what I had for a bed and laid there. It wasn't always this way for me, before my family cared for and loved me, even though I was adopted and wasn't a faunus. But that was 5 years ago.

My family turned on me because of something told to them by a strange 'creature'. This creature for told that I was the last descendant of the great Warlord Skarsnik, King of Karak Eight Peaks. Skarsnik was a legendary goblin Warlord, who had conquered and killed all of the ancestry lands and mountains of the kingdom of the Dawi, or Dwarfs, including the great mountain of Karak Eight Peaks.

Skarsnik's reign of terror didn't stop there though, and he soon turned and attacked the neighboring human and faunus kingdoms, conquering and killing all who opposed him. He didn't stop until he was finally killed.

Upon his death, Skarsnik's remaining goblin tribes and clans that followed Skarsnik under his brilliant leadership, all fled back into the deepest, darkest parts of their mountains.

These clans and tribes soon started to fight with one another over who was to be the next Warlord. While that transpired, the humans and faunus worked together to make sure that the goblins never became another serious threat.

Humans weren't to fond of the Faunus, with the same being said for the Faunus about Humans. But they're hatred for goblins burned much, much, much, brighter. So they organized groups in each of the major kingdoms, who were tasked with seeking out and killing any person associated with goblins, or was attempting to help goblins.

My mother and father just so happened to be the leaders of one of these such groups, called the White Fang. They were a group of faunus who specialized in capturing an torturing people who had been accused or seen helping goblins.

When my family found out that I was the last descendant of Skarsnik, they dedicated everything they had to ensure I never turned into the legendary Warlord of the Eight Peaks.

Only two kingdoms fully supported the capture and torture of goblin associates, Atlas, and the island kingdom of Menagerie. The other kingdoms only gave little to no support of these actions, but allowed Atlas and Menagerie personal to operate in their borders.

My mother and father would torture and beat me constantly, in some of the most brutal and uncivilized ways imaginable. They would even heal me just so they could do it all over again, and again, and they wouldn't kill me, because my suffering was two entertaining to them.

My younger sister of 1 year, named Blake, never tortured or beat me willingly, but was forced to by my father and mother in fear of that treatment happening to her.