The Child of Grimm (Rewritten)

Epilogue: The Beginning

"A smaller more honest soul."

It's true that a single spark can ignite hope, breathe fire into the hearts of the weary. The ability to derive hope is undoubtedly mankind's greatest attribute.

Which is why, I will focus all of my power...

To snuff it out...

How does it feel?

Knowing that all of your time and effort has been for nothing?

That your guardians have failed you?

That everything you built, will be torn down right before your very eyes?

Your faith in mankind was not misplaced. When banded together, unified by a common enemy... They are a noticeable threat.

But divide them... Place doubt into their minds... And any semblance of power they once had will be washed away...

Of course, they won't realize it at first.

Like you, they'll cling to their fleeting hope... Their aspirations... But this is merely the first move...

So you send your guardians...

Your Huntsmen, and Huntresses...

And when they fail, and you turn to your smallest soul...

Know that you send her to the same, pitiful demise...

***

-Somewhere In Remnant-

The land had been soaked in nothing but the color of red as if it had been bathed in blood.

The sky, the ground, even the clouds as an internal shattered moon shined over the horizon. Grimm laid around every corner of the land; Beowolves, Nevermores and Ursa as far as the eye can see. Only one building stood among it all; that had been but a single castle, among a forest of purple crystals.

Candles glowed dimly in the halls to keep the path a lit as a single person, a woman wearing nothing but black stepped down the hall, until she reached a particular room. When she entered there had been a tall middle aged man, with a tan complexion, with his hair short and possessing a thick moustache above his upper lip.

He stood beside heart monitor and computer which sat beside a bed that looked to be occupied at the moment.

"Ah, your Grace." The man greeted as he bowed, "I've been expecting you."

"The girl Watts..." The woman had said as she sounded calm, "... What's her condition...?"

"Stable, which is shocking, of all things considering." The man named Watts replied, "The surgery has been a success and she's only resting now. I'm still surprised that she's alive even after her hosts passing.."

"Never underestimate the spirit of a fighter Doctor..." The woman told him, as she approached the bedside of the doctors patient.

"Indeed..." Watts said, "... It is fascinating that a damaged didn't die instantly, even after she was exposed to the girl with silver eyes."

"... She is the evolution from the others before her." She told him, "Or rather... She's a special case."

She minded the wires on the floor connected to the girls chest where bandages had been seen wrapped around, and half of her face had been covered in bandages as well. She brushed a hair from her face; she looked to a pair of white horns on the side of her head. Veins in black and purple that looked like branches covered the woman's deathly paled hand.

"Forgive me for questioning you but..." Watts said, "... What makes you think this girl is a special case?"

The woman saw for only a brief moment an image of a small butterfly that looked to be that of a Montezuma Cattleheart in the color of black, appear for a brief moment before vanishing. Along the girls horns she saw a faint red glow, as it had vanished with the butterfly.

She looked to Watts, as her eyes had been in the color of red in pools of black; the veins had been seen just around the eyes as well as a black diamond had been seen in the middle of her forehead.

"... She will give us the edge we need to our victory." She said as she went to take her leave, "When she wakes... Bring her to me."

"Of course..." Watts said as he bowed again, "... Salem."

The woman, Salem soon left the room as she once more, couldn't help but smile.

"This is the beginning of the end Ozpin... And I can't wait... To watch you burn..."

(Opening Theme: RWBY V3 Opening-When It Falls Performed By Casey Lee Williams)