Chapter 1: Birth

It's been months, long ass months since I updated, let alone written anything for this story that started as a passion project. I remember distinctly thinking I wanted to do something interesting with Grimm within the world of RWBY. And I feel like I have achieved that but the more I revisit my work and previous chapters I take issue with some of the things I've set up. Majority of which being for me personally is the plot feeling like a shot in the dark, so in turn this story is starting over from the beginning, right here and right now.

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TheBigBadBangingBullet

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the intellectual property of Naruto or RWBY, and do not profit from the creation of this fictional story/narrative.

Her world was still, and ever so quiet. In the course of the millennia she had lived, she found herself both simultaneously running and returning back to this place. This place of silence and death, the earth here sapped of all life leaving the ground,grotesque and black unfit to bear life. As the air was thick with miasma discolored from the corpses that rotted here occasionally drug in by the Grimm that still remained here after being abandoned by their creator.

Yet unaffected she continued her march. Her pale-cold-lifeless alabaster skin clashed brightly against this dying backdrop as her black dress moved in mass making it appear as if it was a part of her body instead of an article of clothing. Nevertheless she stopped, Grimm watched her approach from all angles, their molten eyes following the bone-colored woman as she wandered toward their place of birth.

The pool, thick and foul black as the night yet alive. Writhing as each newborn Grimm would bubble to the surface crying out to the world like a babe begging for it's mother before wandering off to the unknown.

Having made it to the shores edge, she sat down and gasped upon this lake of pure destruction; watching as created creatures to poison the world.

"To think," her voice soft yet resounded with rings of hatred "this was once feared and ruled over by a so called benevolent god, shameful." As her pale fingers ran along the surface of the living liquid.

She would wince slightly as the lake retaliated, attempting to destroy the fingers that raked through its surface. Crushing, twisting, slicing, burning, freezing, gnawing but to no avail the moment she had removed her fingers from the pool there was no evidence of injury or even pain it was though her experience had never occurred.

Her eyes narrowed as her hands shook with rage, her throat roared with screams of anger as she waded into the pool splashing it's contents about in a fit of rage, as it struck back trying to destroy her lower-half for carelessly wading into its depths.

Having lost herself for the moment, she simply stood their num to the pain that the lake attempted to inflict upon her, she stood there eyes empty and mouth slightly agape as she gazed out onto the lakes surface watching an object of sorts bub to the surface.

The more she focused the more clear the object became...a corpse, a vile thing that should have been destroyed the moment it had entered this accursed pool.

Curious, she snapped her fingers and two beowolves came barreling into the putrid waters rushing towards the body that floated to the surface. Watching as they grabbed the carrion, The pale woman waited near the shore line patient to see what precisely had preserved the body from the lake's destructive nature.

Bringing it to shore, she discovered it was not a full corpse, just a torso with a head, and pieces of a crotch as it's skin was a chalky bluish-white and stretched like a wet rag along bone. A woman precisely her arms and quite possibly her legs have been devoured, as teeth and claw marks had dug deeply into stump appendages. Her chest had long since collapsed into itself twisted as a portion of a rib was impaled through a breast. Her eyes had long since been removed from her skull as her once read hair pulled away from her head and intangeled itself into a mass of thin knots that were slowly turning silver from decay.

Yet the most interesting feature was this corpse's belly; it was fully bloated and round. She was once pregnant and seemed to be expecting a child any day now but it would seem that fate had disagreed.

Having seen enough of what this body had to offer, she turned and decided to leave it as a treat to the grimm who had yet to devour.

But as she wandered away from the body, she did not hear the familiar sound of teeth on bone or skin being ripped from muscle instead she heard whines, barks,and an orchestra of sounds from the beasts as they watched the corpse with glowing eyes and closed maws.

She stepped back to the corpse, confused at the acts of the grimm.

"Devour it" she spoke with command, attempting to force the beasts to act yet none of them moved. They sat there staring at the body.

"Eat it." She spoke again, and once again she received nothing in response.

As her anger began to rise inside of her from their disobedience, she nearly missed the movement that rose from the corner of her eye. Curiosity rose where her anger subsided, giving the body her full attention she paused and waited for movement once again.

There within the pregnant womb she saw it a small kick; life.

She was taken aback, this body had been dead for at least a week or more. How could an infant let alone an unborn child survive in these conditions. Reaching out she dug her hands into the stomach, her fingers easily ripping through the rotting skin and tearing through weak muscles as she pulled it apart, rending the womb wide open as her once clean white hands were now thick with blood and entrails.

And there sat upon the center of the uterus was a baby girl, her hair a bright and offensive sunkissed blonde. And her cheeks marked with three harsh and jagged marks on each side.

Reaching out with steady hands, the witch pulled the bloody baby forward into her bosom and held her there. She rose to her feet quickly and left the lakeside with the child in her cold embrace. As the sounds of the grimm devouring her mother's corpse played within the background.

"You, intrigue me" Salem spoke as her eyes glowed down at the buddle in arms curled and slept close to her bosom.