Hello all, and welcome. So this story was just going to be a romance with a bit of smut, but the story took on a life of its own. So I decided to turn it into a proper story. That's not to say there won't be any fun. But not have it as the main point. But trust me there will be some fun stuff down the road. This turned out longer than I thought it would and will have shorter chapters maybe, I don't know yet. Note Sex and Violence will happen so you been warned. Also RWBY is Rooster teeth and Monty Oum I do not own it. So with that said please enjoy.

Prologue

At the start of it all Monstrous being called Grimm ruled the land. These creatures of hate and chaos destroyed that land and drove humanity to the brink of death. But hope was rekindle, Gods from long ago woke from an ancient sleep. Seeing the madness before them intervene to save humanity. As they descended and touch the ground a cleansing light swept the land removing the Grimm and giving humanity a chance to grow and prosper. The land touched by the gods was claimed as holy and cities took root there. With knowledge of their departure they bestowed gifts to humanity to protect them in their absence. These gifts where the building blocks to survival and society. Another gift was given to a special few, these gifts were unique to those that inherit them, and would pass from person to person. At the time they were known as the chosen. As time passed the gods and the light started to fade. With the hope in the gods protection failing the chosen were called to protect the land, but they alone were struggling to protect it.

The few gods that remained loved humanity too much to see it crumble into ruin. With the last of their power they created a new light, but this weak light splintered and scattered. With thoughts of failure in mind they left to rejoin the other, but the light they made did not fade. Instead it spread throughout the land finding a home in the hearts of humanity. Giving them strength to face the Grimm with the chosen. Battle after battle raged but eventually the cities grew into castles and strongholds. Building walls and armies to protect them humanity finally found salvation against the Grimm.

As the cities and their strength grew, the chosen were called less and less. Praise and admiration turned to envy and fear. Slowly the chosen and their follower where pushed from society labeling them monsters and freaks, or used for tools of power and leverage. In the present, the stories of old passed to fables and legends. The Grimm are not the only threat now to the cities, other cities fight for power and resources by a hunger of greed. As the infighting worsened the city called to the chosen to protect the cities again, but years or abuse and mistreatment left a mark on the chosen and they refused to help. After that the chosen were renamed the fallen and casted out. The fallen with their followers left the cities, to find their own home. Ten years pasted and the fallen pasted from the minds of the people till five figures appeared. These figures with a small army of soldiers lead a campaign to retake the lands they lost. They were called the Broken Fang, and would attack without mercy taking from the kingdoms and disappearing into the forgotten lands. The five figures leading them were thought to be monsters in their own right, each powerful to take on an army alone. The figures were given names describe by the stories told from survivors.

The First one was called The Red Reaper, A small figure with a blood red hood and cape hiding their face, covered in red and black armor, wielding a scythe, said to move so fast that a trail of red is only left in their path. It's called not only the Reaper for its weapon but, it will point out, a loud sound will be heard, and the target will fall died. The next figure was named the White Witch, said to glide across the ground as if floating, a being that is covered in a white light that transfixes those that see it. Blinding them as they fall prey to the witch's magic. Summoning spikes of ice from a silver wand "piece" men's souls, flinging objects and people or trapping them were they stand. A cold and merciless one. The next figure contrast to the other is shrouded in shadows thus the Shadow Beast was named, the only visible sign is a white mask of an animal, that pops out of the dark as its victim is slashed to pieces, running will do no good as the arms seem to stretch to reach it's victim and any attack seem to pass right through. The most imposing of the five is the Yellow Temptress, wearing a gold helmet that has a flame sprout at the back thought to be her power since her hands produce fire with each strike. She is called a temptress since she distracts men with her womanly figure, with an open crest piece exposing most of her cleavage, wearing very little armor to just cover herself. She is a fire storm of destruction as any attack just seems to feed her burning power. While some try to destroy the flame this just enrages her further. The final member of the group is called the Bronze Blade Terror. Covered in bronze armor the figure cannot be touched by any weapon. Any such attempt with a swing of a sword it moves around as if afraid to touch it. That is even if you get lucky enough to try since it uses a weapon that extends following its target and piecing their armor, and a shield that draws your weapon to it, or is through to strike from a far only to return to its master's hand.

Together they are called the Erinyes or the Furies and the warriors that fallow them are skilled beyond normal. Each a master with their own weapon and technique. The only reason the cities have not been crushed is that they are few in number. Normally the Broken Fang goes after resources and key locations. But something changed, they started to go after squads of soldiers. Ambushing them and whittling them down to a select few. Were member of the fang face off against the survivors one on one, testing them. No one knows why but some are killed and other are taken. Some say they are tested to see if they are worthy of being sacrificed to the forgotten gods. Other think they are eaten. But none the less they are to be feared.

"BULLSHIT!" As a fist strikes the table. All eyes move to the end of the table were Sir Dove stood. "Old man I ought to cut your tongue out, for telling such fables! The Erinyes are lies told by the Broken Fang to scare the cities" Dove's hand moving to his blade.

"That won't be necessary sir." A voice from the table spoke. The soldier's eyes again moved across the table to were the sound come from. Lifting his drink a blonde man got up from his seat and continued.

"We were sitting here a bit bored when this man came to us. In exchange for some food and drink he offered to entertain us with a story. Seeing that the bard was busy I took his offer. So instead why don't we enjoy a drink and relax a bit sir."

A small laugh escaped from Doves mouth as he walk towards the blonde man. "Jaune, why am I not surprised that you would listen to the lies of an old fool." Grabbing Jaune drink dove poured it on Jaune's head. "Now that you enjoyed your drink move back to the barracks. The captain got new orders for us." Looking at the table. "That includes you grunts too, now get going!"

Turning around Dove headed to the door. The soldiers at the table started to follow him out. Leaving Jaune to dry himself. Trying to wipe his face with his hand he heard a friendly voice. "It might be easier with this."

Looking up Jaune saw the face of his old friend Ren holding a cloth out for him. "You know for a guy that got promoted just because he is friends with the captain's son, he would not be so willing to start fights." Ren said with a bit of anger in his voice.

Putting a hand on Rens shoulder, Jaune smiled. "I know, but he's not worth the trouble, he just run to our superiors and blame it on us. Go on back, I'll catch up." Turning to the old man. "Well guess I won't hear that end of your story, to bad I was really getting into it." Digging in his pocket Jaune took a few coins out. "Here. The old should not have to sleep on the ground."

Taking the coins the old man smiled, "Don't worry about it stories never end. They just pass on to the next teller. You have done more for me them most would this day and age. And I intend to repay you with a gift." Untying a thread around his neck the old man removed a rough looking stone that had a faded crescent moon on it.

Placing the stone in Jaune hands he felt it give off a faint pulse, the old man's tone changed from a tired, fuddling old man, to a warmer and deeper voice. "Listen, wear this around your neck under your armor. Do not take it off. This will protect you but only if you truly need it. I have been looking for someone to take this." As the old man continued he returned to his tired and weary voice. "Now that you have it I can rest at ease knowing it's in good hands."

Jaune, a little taken back paused for a moment. But thanked him none the less. As he took his leave he turn to the old man. "I never got your name, what is it?"

The old man simple smiled and turned around heading up stairs to the rooms. "It's been so long I forgotten it myself, but my wives say as long as I remember theirs it okay. Take care now that thing attracts trouble as much as it protect you from it." With that the old man laughing to himself disappeared to the shadows.

Looking at the stone Jaune could only chuckle. Guess the old guy had a way with women he thought as he tied the stone around his neck, tucking it under his shirt. When he left the bar he could swear the stone pulsed again, but thought it was just the drinks messing with him

Well I hope you all enjoyed it. Note This is my first time writing and posting something here so any problems please bring them up. I will try to update weekly but if people start to follow it I could start pumping out a couple chapter a week. But for now I will see how it turns out. Thank you all for reading and look forward to the next chapter. Note I updated it a little.