Qrow.

Chapter 57 | The Vault

Finch had disappeared for a few days. He'd kept himself locked away in his office and bedroom, trying his best to keep his sadness to himself. Nearly everyone was very used to his warming heart. This wasn't a state they should be seeing him in. However, he still had a job to do. He forced himself to push past his brother's death and return to work. 

Firstly, it was time that the evil book in his possession was finally returned to the vault. To his knowledge, anyone that knew what the pages really contained was either dead, or on his side. He had no reason to worry. Regardless, he wanted a strong power to lock it away. There was only one witch with the ability to put the lock on it that it really deserved.

"Fine," The drama queen huffed, crossing her arms, "But I want two things in return. First, now that Colton is dead, I want you to be my new doctor. I heard you're a pushover, which I'd much rather prefer over that stubborn old Irish crow. Second, I want a few minutes to read over my grimoire."

"The first, I can understand, but I do not have the authority to grant your second request. I'm sorry. Why would you want it, anyways?" Finch asked. 

"Over the years, I've forgotten a lot of my good spells. I need to re-learn one or two if I'm going to do the kind of damage the master wants me to on my trip to earth." Dusk replied.

Jasper leaned over the staircase above them, smiling like a snake. "In that case, I suppose there's no harm in it. Only a minute, though. Understood?"

"Yes, Master Knight. Thank you." She responded respectfully. The word impressive doesn't even begin to describe the way he could control even such an evil spirit like Dusk.

"Finch, while you're down there, why don't you take Ryan to view it finally? After all, he is an official member of the society now. He deserves to know our secrets." Jasper suggested. He backed up from the rail, disappearing as quickly as he appeared. It wouldn't be a normal day around this manor if he wasn't popping up in random places.

Finch beamed his unforgettable smile as Ryan walked in the foyer, "Were your ears burning? We were just talking about you."

"Hm, really?" He scoffed, "What about me?"

"Jasper would like me to show you the vault. Follow me." Finch started to walk in the direction of Rest Point. Beyond that gate was the only way to the underground levels. He spoke over his shoulder, "Anyone who's a member of the society has access. It's a collection of extremely powerful artifacts from the supernatural world. Everything from the nail that went through Jesus' hand to a horn broken from Satan's head. I'm speaking metaphorically, of course. Jesus is only a mirage, and Satan," He chuckled, "He's in a very dark place."

"You're saying The Devil is real?" He asked.

"Very much so. However, he hasn't ruled the underworld in centuries. He isn't powerful enough to." 

"Aside from that, there's no underworld left. It's frozen over." He grumbled.

Finch stopped in front of one of the many locked doors in Rest Point. Being near it caused a symbol to appear on the palm of his hand. He waved it over the lock, causing it to pop open. "Even the demon who was the cause of our home's end is now dead. I honestly never thought he could be overpowered, but for once, I was happy to be wrong."

"I don't like the thought of someone that powerful being out there and not knowing who it is." Ryan said.

Finch smiled, glancing back at him as they walked down the stairs. "You may think you don't know, but you know him much better than you think. Isn't it funny how we can know someone so well, yet not know them at all?" 

Ryan figured a vampire as old as Finch, his mind must finally be turning against him. He sounded like a loon. At first, at least. They had a long walk down to the vault, which gave Ryan to think. They didn't call Lumi the Cold Lord for nothing. He was known to be more powerful than all the ice wizards combined. If there was any demon capable of freezing over Hell, it would've  been him. If that was true, that meant Croc was much more powerful than he ever led on.