Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, just Dylan and the idea of team DARK/C. Rest of team DARK/C belongs to my friends. Concepts taken from FairyTail and Highschool DxD, which are also not mine.

The Belladonnas plus Sun were eating dinner when the heard Blake's scroll go off with a message tone. "It's from Dylan. She told her family and Sun, who nodded and went back fo eating. The sound of a scroll hitting the table resonated throughout the house, along with the tears of Blake Belladonna. "Blake, did something happen?" Kali asked her, only to have Blake get up and start to run out of the house. She was unable to open the door, and just slumped against the wall adjacent to it and started sobbing.

Sun picked up Blake's scroll and saw the images sent to her. He gasped. "No..." he said, his eyes also portraying sadness in them. "What is it!" Akeno yelled, grabbing the scroll and almost dropping it, having the same reaction as Blake. She handed the scroll to her parents, whose eyes widened in surprise. The images she had been sent to her were from Rapha, who had taken Dylan's scroll from his dying body and sent it to her, along with the picture of the engagement ring that Dylan had been planning to give to her later in the evening.

"That bastard! Dylan was his leader, what the hell is wrong with him?" Sun yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Kali and Ghira went over to Blake, who pushed them away and went to Dylan's guest room, curling up into a ball on his bed. One that would never be occupied again.

Rapha kicked Dylan's body over, making him fall flat onto his face. "Like I said. Beneath me. I'm basically a god, and what are you? Dead, under my feet." He turned around towards Apollo and Leah, "Weaklings. All of you." A murmuring could be heard. The three faunus looked around. "What the hell?" A large clawed hand grabbed onto Rapha's leg, surprising the teenage faunus. A female and male voice spoke,

"I, who shall awaken,

Am the Dragon of Heaven who has ascended

beyond the boundaries set by humanity

I seek the "truth" and neglect "ideals"

I shall become the Black Dragon of Heaven

And I shall unleash upon you my black holy wrath!"

A massive figure, rivaling Ghira in height, stood in the place where Dylan's body once occupied. It was a dragon. Yet it seemed humanoid in stature. Two red horns protruded from the top of its head, pointing forward, and small red spikes lined his spine. Its claws were also red. The main body was jet black in color, scales covering the body, and a grey underbelly with a shendyt-like garmet made from leather and cloth. Instead of Dylan's red eyes, it's eyes were purple. "You claim to be a god, yet you act like a child. Pathetic." Its fused voice rang out, Dylan's voice being more prominent than Mávros' voice, even though it could still be heard. "Oh really, and who are you supposed to be?" The humanoid dragon laughed. "My name? It is Draconius, the Dragon God. You will not have heard of me, seeing as how my story was forgotten long ago. Very few people know of me. However, that is not of importance. You tried to kill my vessel, and for that, you must pay!"

The deity walked up to Rapha and place his hand on his head, and began to say a ritual."For it is in passing that you understand your worth. Through this, you become an ebodimemt of malice and dishonor to fall beneath all. Limited in distance and bound to death, I capture your soul, and by my hand, imprison thee." Rapha screamed out in pain as his aura was forcefully sealed into his body. The rogue hunter fell to the ground, the exhaustion from the fight before catching up to him and taking a toll on his body. "W-what did you do to me?!" He yelled at the dragon, who glared down at him. "Your aura has been temporarily sealed. If you wish for it to be returned, you best ask Dylan, if he isn't dead from the injuries you caused him." With that, Draconius spread his wings and took flight, flying in the direction of the Belladonna house in Kuo Kuana.

A knock on the door of the Belladonna house made Ghira get up from his slumber. Blake had not left Dylan's room in hours, and she had still been crying from what he last heard. After recieving the news of his death, no one left the house, so Ghira wondered who could be at the door. He opened the door, finding a cardboard box with what appeared to be Dylan's armor, clothing, weapons, and a small velvet box. "For Blake" was written on the top of the box in crude handwriting. Ghira looked around, and saw nothing, except for what he assumed was an oddly shaped black bird flying away from the house. He sighed, and left the box in front of the deceased hunter's door, hoping Blake would open the door and take the box.

Draconius flew across the ocean and over a few continents before reaching the continent of Mantle. He set his clawed feet on the ground and casually made his way around the city. "Mantle is much different from what I remember. I don't recall there being many people here. Or these massive structures called 'Buildings'." He said to himself, looking around. The people of Atlas saw him and ran the other direction, screaming. A few people called the police.

A voice began to speak in Draconius' mind. 'Am- am I dead?' It was his vessel, Dylan. Draconius sighed and flew up to a rather small building and sat on the roof. 'You're dead. Well, you're on the brink of death, so I took over. You don't mind, do you?' Draconius spoke to Dylan's soul using telepathy. 'Where's Mávros?!' The dragon faunus asked, calming down once he heard her voice. 'Our bodies fused together so that Draconius could be summoned. Our souls are still seperate, so there is no worry.' The spirit dragoness explained, trying to ease Dylan into the situation. 'Ok but what's going on? Last thing I remember was getting stabbed through my chest, and the next thing I know everything I see is black.' Dylan asked the two dragon entities, still a bit confused. 'You were indeed stabbed through the chest, but Mávros possessed you and used your dying breaths to begin the chant so that I could come forth. Do not worry, I have taken care of that Rapha character by sealing his aura and allowing those other two faunus to take him away.' Dylan nodded, although he didn't fully understand the situation, he knew he was alive, if barely. Draconius let out a sigh, he was thankful that Dylan was to some degree understanding of what was going on.

Sirens wailed as lights shown on Draconius' face. "Uh... In the name of the Atlas Military Force, I command you to surrender or you will be fired upon!" A blonde haired military officer exclaimed, pointing a rifle at the dragon. It was obvious he was frightened of the large dragon. "Surrender? I did nothing to warrant an attack on me. Might I assume that this is a threat?" Draconius asked, standing up from his seated postion, dropped down onto the street and looked around at all the military personel holding weapons aimed towards him. The blonde captain halted for a moment. "Uhhh... Yes?" He said, although he was unsure of how to answer that question. Draconius nodded, his purple eyes closing for a moment before opening again. "I apologize in advance for this." He said, actually sincere. The dragon opened its mouth was about to exhale a massive wave of fire when a new person approached them. "Jones, you idiot!" It was a female with white hair, standing around 5'8, walking towards the commotion no fear in her blue eyes. "Cease your fire!" She commanded the troops, who immediately obeyed. "Jones, what are you doing?" She asked, irritation obvious in her tone. The captain gulped nervously. "Specialist Schnee! Uh... I was taking care of a threat? He was about to incinerate us!" He exclaimed, his fear of the dragon behind Winter overwhelming him. Winter sighed, "I'll handle this," she said, dismissing the soldiers and the crowd of people who had gathered around.

'That's Winter! Maybe she can help us! ' Dylan's voice exclaimed in Draconius' head, who decided to follow his vessel's advice. "You are Winter Schnee, correct?" The dragon asked, looking down at the white haired young woman. "I am, and I take it you're not here to cause problems, or you would have done so already, right?" She asked the dragon, who nodded. "Alright, come with me." She said, motioning for the tall humanoid dragon to follow her. He complied, his tail idly swinging back and forth as he followed behind the Atlas Specialist.

"So you say your name is Draconius, right?" Winter asked the dragon, who had a cup of tea in his hand. He nodded, and Winter wrote it down in a notepad. "You say you're a deity, but you came here because your 'vessel' needs help?" The dragon nodded again. "My vessel, I think you know him. His name is Dylan Dragnox. He believes that you can help him." Draconius explained, putting the small cup of tea down "Dylan? What happened to him?" The dragon deity frowned, "Dylan's dead. Well, he will be. His former teammate betrayed him after being influenced by some type of gem that doubled his power. I belive the boy's name was Rapha. He thrusted Dylan's sword through his chest and severed his spine. The boy needs surgery if he has any hope of living. And probably a blood and aura transfusion." Draconius said, Winter writing everything down on the notepad. "Usually I would dismiss this as a side effect of some type of drug, but part of me thinks you're telling the truth. Also your appearence makes it hard for this to be a lie." Winter told Draconius, who had an idea. "I can prove it to you, if you'd like. Although it won't last long." Winter nodded and allowed Draconius to lay a hand on her head, transferring her mind to his, so she could see the events that had transpired.

Once she had gotten sucked out, she staggered for a bit, before grabbing her scroll and calling for a medical team. "I'll have to stay with you, seeing as how you're a creature that no one has seen and the medical team needs to be assured that you won't kill them." Draconius nodded, and waited for the Bullhead transport. Two medical workers came out of the bullhead and came to a screeching halt once they laid eyes on Draconius, who looked back with mild interest. "They're going to need you to revert back to Dylan if you want them to treat him." The dragon shook his head, "I'm afraid that will not be possible. The amount of time it would take for the bullhead to reach the medical center would cause Dylan to bleed out. I will fly there myself, then I will revert back into Dylan so he can be treated." Winter sighed, "Fine, the medical team and I will catch up." Draconius shook his head again. "I will just take you with me." The humanoid dragon grabbed the woman and placed her on his back, spreading his wings and flying towards the direction the Bullhead came from, Winter screaming the entire way.

Draconius landed, and ducked his head as he walked into the hospital, drawing looks from the workers. Winter quickly assured them it was nothing and had Draconius lay in a stretched as soon as they reached the pre-prepared surgery room. "Draconius, you have to revert back to Dylan now." The dragon nodded and closed his eyes, a faint black glow covering his body as he shrank 2 feet and Dylan's bruised and cut body took its place. A wound in the center of his abdomen was made very evident.

Winter clasped a hand over her mouth as she gasped, tears coming out of her eyes. She had seen what had happened because of Draconius' flashback but seeing it close-up was different. "Is he..?" The medics shook their head, "He's dead." The heart monitor that was showing a flatline started to give small beeps and showed that his heart had started beating. The medics stood in shock before the head surgeon took control, "Quick, turn him around. Gently, we have to assess what happened to his spinal chord. Ms. Shnee, I have to ask you to leave." Winter nodded and walked out of the room.

She informed Ironwood of the situation and why she hadn't answered any calls. The general actually came to the hospital to give her his condolences, having misunderstood the relationship between the two. "General Ironwood, we're not- I give up." She sighed, knowing the general had been pulling her leg to get her to lighten up.

12 hours passed and Dylan had been moved to a regular room to recover. Winter had been allowed to be in the room, seeing as how she held authority over them and probably could have gone inside of the room regardless. She looked at Dylan's sleeping body and traced the scar that went over his right eye. Her mind came to a halt when she realized something. She exited the room and sat outside on the chairs. "He's like 3 years younger than I am, I can't be thinking these things. But 3 years isn't that much time. Wait, he has a girlfriend. Who thinks he's dead." Winter paused as she processed the information in her mind, "Oh no poor Blake, she doesn't know he's alive!" She exclaimed to herself, the walked back into the room, debating if she should wake Dylan or leave him to rest. She decided on the latter and fell asleep on the chair opposite to his hospital bed.

Dylan stayed in the hospital bed for a full week before waking up, and when he did, Winter was there, eating a biscuit. He opened his mouth, finding that his throat was dry and voice raspy from lack of use. "W-Winter." He rasped, drawing her attention. The biscuit dropped out of her mouth as she hurriedly went and got a glass of water. Dylan frowned, he had a question. Winter came back and handed Dylan the glass of water. The dragon faunus went to grab the glass, but his hands kept trembling. The older Schnee went over and helped him, tipping the glass to his mouth.

"Thanks Winter. But I have a question." Dylan said, causing Winter to turn and look at him, "What is it?" "Why are you doing this exactly? I only helped you that one time and we met again at Beacon but we were never close enough to warrant this." Dylan asked, trying to sit up but failing. "I-" she was cut off as the doctor came in and saw Dylan's struggle. "I wouldn't suggest moving around too much. Your spine is still healing from being cut through. Give it a few more days. We reattached it and thankfully, we didn't have to use many cybernetics, as your spine was already starting to heal itself as the surgery was happening. You're a very lucky young man." With a smile, the doctor left the two back into the awkward silence.

Dylan looked towards Winter. "So, what was it that you were saying?" Winter's eyes widened and her pale face was covered in a blush. "I- uh.. Well you see its just that-" she sighed. Winter, contrary to popular belief, never had any romantic relations with any man, and being in the military made her unable to express the feelings she has towards the faunus. Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Winty? You okay? He asked her, raising a trembling arm to shake her from her zoned-out state. She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just get some rest, I'll come get you in 4 days. You should be fully healed by then." Dylan coughed. "Wait." Winter turned around, "Yes?" Dylan frowned at the slight cold edge to her voice but brushed it off. "Thank you." He said, before going back to sleep. Winter let out a sigh of relief and walked out, her mind wandering elsewhere.