Remnant's Sith Lords

2-The Dark Lord's Empire

1 year before Team RWBY formed...

Roman Torchwick sighed comfortable in his seat, his legs resting on the table of his office. Two guards were stationed outside his door while the rest of his men were loading crates, checking drug/weapon shipments, and data or any mandatory assignments assigned to them.

Roman reached up and grabbed a glass of wine as a personal reward for himself and his criminal enterprise. He didn't think he would enjoy the position he was in but this was one of the times he was happy to be wrong. Why? Business has been booming both massively and successfully nearly the past two years. Every criminal family and gang was under his control. Either willingly or forced to join him. This made his influence expand across and outside the Kingdom of Vale with hardly any problem. The police weren't a problem as long every one stuck with the plan to not draw attention or personal from Atlas would get involved. But he made sure everyone was component so the officials had no idea that every criminal in the Kingdom was part of a criminal empire that actually stretched to the Kingdoms of Mistral and Mantle. Because of this, he became much more notorious than he once thought he would be. He was both feared and respected by his subordinates as the alpha force of the underworld empire in the public eye, which something he enjoyed.

He had it all. He achieved what he had worked so hard to get. He paused and stared at his reflection in the wine.

Roman knew that was a lie.

True, Roman had a great deal of power in this great empire and was practically the face of it, he was not the real alpha force of it. He was rather the omega of it. The real boss preferred it like that. He hid in the shadows. So much that only the other high members of the empire knew of his existence while the low thugs thought he was another crime boss that was outside of Vale or a urban myth meant to scare them. Their theories weren't entirely inaccurate. Even after two years of service, Roman rarely saw the boss. He was recognizable though. Roman suspected that there weren't much people who wore a life support system and a black mask with a cape. Roman never saw his face but he would always focus on the helmet. It looked emotionless and blank, something that unnerved Roman from time to time. Despite that the black lenses had a clear message when he first met the boss. Join me or die.

As for the urban myth, many called the boss a Dark Lord like the one you read in fairy tales. Which was probably meant for his powerful, intimidating presence. That or because he was dressed like one. Not only that but he acted like that sometimes. 

And why would Roman be considered to be the omega? The boss had an apprentice. A young one. Younger than Junior's Malachite twins. Roman and the other crime bosses actually got to hang out with the kid more than once. It was mainly for the apprentice to train. Despite his age, the apprentice was both the second in command and the enforcer of the Dark Lord. Many believed that the apprentice was the Dark Lord's son until Roman saw how the two interacted and how the apprentice's personality was different than the Dark Lord.

One thing was for sure. When a group or a gang did not submit to Roman's forces or they rebelled against the empire, the Dark Lord and his Apprentice would deal with them personally. Sometimes they would bring a small battalion of soldiers or they would go alone. Or even it was just the Apprentice/Dark Lord. The rebellion ended the same. The usurpers dead and the Dark Lord and his Apprentice standing. If their success rate was to go by, their skills and really powerful Semblances never failed to stop the gang. After that, the members of the short attempts to overthrow the Dark Lord either submitted, or stupidly decided to fight on. Foolishly hoping to kill the Dark Lord and his Apprentice. 

Not a single one had succeeded. 

The last one to try was the Spiders of Mistral. Lil' Miss Malachite thought that bringing in a couple of professional Huntsmen would change the tide so now Mistral was now the main base for the Branwen Tribe.