Jaune Arc is Beacon's worst student and weakest Huntsmen in training. It's not all bad for our favorite huntsmen he has friends, people he can count on right? What happens when his secrets are spilled? How will the choices of those he consider frie...
There can be no life without Order. Good, Evil......... Darkness, Light. There must be Balance in the Universe. Such is the decree of the 5 Primordial Deities, the first very Gods born from Chaos to preserve the very fabric of existence. But the Balance has been broken. Even now, Remnant smolders in ruin, fallen to the Queen of Destruction to carve for a new world, a new Kingdom. Some say the 12 Gods triggered this Apocalypse, that they brought to Remnant doom to all their own Creations. In the beginning, before the rise of Heaven and Earth, there was Death, the first-born of the Eternal Void. Neither god nor mortal, Death was forged as the primordial force to bring balance to the universe, an impartial entity tasked with the end of all things. His role was not to be a villain, nor a savior, but simply the balance to life's fleeting beauty. In the age when the celestial realms and mortal worlds were woven together in harmony, Death watched the dance of creation unfold. But as Heaven's radiance grew, and the creatures of Earth multiplied, a terrible imbalance began to form. Life's vibrancy flourished in such vastness that the very essence of Death, once a quiet force, was now seen as an enemy. Souls longed for eternal life, and the celestial realm began to defy the natural course of existence. And so, from the rift between Heaven and Earth, a rebellion was born. In Heaven, a once-glorious archangel named Lucius grew disillusioned with his immortal life. He believed that creation was flawed, and that the promise of eternal existence in the realms above was a curse. Lucius saw Death not as a necessary force, but as a being bound to an unnatural decree that all must end. The more he witnessed the suffering of mortals and the unyielding nature of existence, the more he believed that Death's dominion was a tyranny. He gathered a host of like-minded beings, those discontented with their eternity, and waged war against Death, seeking to banish him from the heavens forever. In a fierce clash of forces, Death was cast down, his form shattered by the rebellion, his essence scattered across time. The realms of Heaven and Earth became intertwined in chaos, as the natural order of existence teetered on the edge of annihilation. Without Death to maintain the cycle, the mortal world entered a fevered state, where the dead walked as spirits, neither fully living nor fully gone. Souls remained trapped in limbo, wandering the lands, and all life was overrun by corruption. Heaven, too, began to rot at its core, as immortality without purpose proved to be a curse. But as the rebellion faltered and Lucius' followers began to suffer the consequences of their own desires for eternity, a greater truth emerged: Death could not be undone. Without Death, existence itself unraveled. The realms began to collapse. He needed someone who possessed the qualities of a Kingslayer, Executioner.....He needed Death to be reborn.
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A corpse was now seen falling down in Hell.
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The body hit the ground creating a powerful shockwave and a huge crater.
The corpse let a groan as it was covered in black slime like a shell before cracks started appearing as the person inside of that black slime broke out of it.
