Is it really that time, again? (G-man male reader x RWBY)

Chapter 22: When Satan answers a prayer meant for God

Authors Note: Fun fact, this was originally Mini Chapter 8.

Daily Quote by Y/N: "The devil will appear to you not in horns or red skin, but disguised as everything you ever wanted. God on the other hand, will rarely reveal himself to you, but rather prefer to speak to you indirectly through other people and worldly events. I, on the other hand, will do neither. I will appear before you as myself, and tell you what I want you to do. Whether you choose to follow or stand against me, will decide your fate. Now if you sign here, we can officially finish preparing your W-4 tax form"

In a world filled with deadly man-eating monsters, magic crystals, and mortals with the powers of gods at their beck and call, there wasn't much left to wonder about in the world of Remnant. While numerous Spruce Willis movies did manage to create a new world of imagination, and some novels like King of the Circles inspired many to indulge in greater fantasy, almost anything thought of could be brought to reality with the power of a semblance or dust. AI controlled robots? Done a decade ago. Cure for cancer? Solved last February. Time travel? Rumors spread around that Atlas R&D was already working on it.

In fact, the only problems Remnant really faced were, of course, grimm, politics, and logistical issues. Sure there was a cure for cancer, but could you afford it or make it to Atlas in time? New huge Dust deposit discovered? Sorry, the SDC already snatched it up, and the White fang are probably going to target it.

So if you happened to be a poor unlucky sap, like most of the population, you never, if rarely ever got to experience the privileges of the upper class. That was the issue Oscar faced.

A farm boy in the middle of nowhere, destined to forever reside on the land he was born on. Sure he got to visit the other kingdoms, mainly Vale and Mistral, but never for luxury. Only business, emergencies, or just to see family once a year. It was so long ago now that the memories of witnessing the wonder of the outside world now seemed to be only a dream, a false vision. Oscar was olde enough to understand the vital role he had in producing food not only for his own family, but for others as well. But still, he couldn't brush of the teething pain that was his eternal complacency.

The desperate aching of something new, something fresh, ate at him every day. It drove Oscar to a practice not seen in over a millennium, prayer. Every-night, when his parents were asleep and the ranch was silent, Oscar would send a verbal message to the brother gods, pleading for salvation. Of course, if this sudo ritual were discovered by anyone, they would promptly remind Oscar that either the brother gods were a myth, or abandoned humanity centuries ago. But ever in the face of defiance, Oscar continued to carry out his unsustainable habit every day before he went to bed.

On one particular night, however, his prayer was unusually desperate. Oscar had earlier got in a scuffle with his parents, expressing his frustration and ambitions in a rare moment of vulnerability. He of course was scolded. Who was a preteen to question the word of an adult, who lived through so much of the world, both the good and bad? So that night, Oscar prayed not for deliverance from his farming limbo, But rather damnation, upon his farming community, so that it would never trap him again. But against his better judgement, those prayers would finally be answered.

Late in the middle of the night, he was shook awake by his mother, who was very much distressed. She told him to pack his essentials, and rush over to the town's emergency bunker, the worst had happened. Grimm had attacked.

It wasn't like the vast amount of close calls they had before, which was usually a lone Beowulf, a small pack of them, or the occasional Boartusk. This was a full on swarm.

Swiftly, Oscar gathered his emergency travel kit, as well as a few mementos. Not for keeping, but rather for selling in case the worst occurred. Once everything was checked over, Oscar, his mother, and the rest of their small farming family bolted out of the house into a cesspool of carnage and blood.