This is a RWBY fanfic, enjoy comrades.
Maks just wanted to live in a happy family, He joins the military in search of his long missing father... Alexsandr Senaviev Tachanka. Instead he is thrown into a whole new world of problems.
Disclaimer- I don'...
Maks just stands there in shock, all the years his father has been gone but he's been trapped here all this time, thought Maks.
Maks looks at the dark figure swinging it's long sword arms at him. The dark figure that use to be S.G is now clearer and less blurry. With the truth bestowed upon his mind about the fate of his father, his eyesight of the shadow figure is now true and not foggy anymore.
(Imagine his arms are mutated into swords. Like the necromorphs from dead space, kinda)
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The swords draw closer and closer to him every millisecond. Years of sadness and pain of losing his father bubble up and turn into fury. This monster Salem is the cause of his death and is now possessing him. Turning him
*Swoosh*
Salem is surprised, she looks at Maks and sees he caught both of the swords with his hands by the blades. The mask isn't on his hands anymore, it's right there on his head. Maks looks deep in her eyes, Salem remembers this glare. The man who originally had that helmet gave her nightmares when she remembered his glare. Now she is reliving the past all over again but five times closer.
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Red crimson light flairs out of the visor of the mask. The grip he has on the swords gets incredibly tighter. Tighter until cracks start to form and the two swords snap. Salem uses a burst of speed to gain some distance from him.
She has never seen such a human show a display of power like that. She with only barely a noticeable hint of fear in her voice asked.
Salem: W-what are you!
Maks: Me? I'm am many things, I am the thing that makes monsters like you hide under beds, I am the thing that the boogie man has nightmares of, some call me a protector while other say a murder. I resemble a holy chariot with a deadly weapon strapped on it that can bring destruction wherever it goes. But do you want to know what I really am? I am the new reborn lord of Soviets, the decedent of the true lord and your death, Salem.
