AN: I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! LIFE HAS JUST BEEN REALLY BUSY AND I FINALLY HAVE FREETIME SO I WROTE A LITTLE QUICK CHAPTER AND I HOPE THAT YOU GUYS CAN FORGIVE ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I'm genuinely and truly sorry, I hope that this chapter is enough to make up for it, I'm sorry if it's lackluster. I'll try to be better from now on, just college and research are taking up all of my time. Anyway, thank you guys so much, I love you all.
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The sound of a hammer hitting metal rang out all throughout the Grimm castle. There was power behind the swings, one would think it was a machine doing the forging.
"Aaarrgh!" Came the feral cry of Abaddon as she slammed her forging hammer into a slab of glowing red metal, bending it easily. In her past life Abaddon would have done her forging with the aid of a power hammer, and other modern forging equipment. But she found in her new form that she can easily bend and shape even the biggest slabs metal to her will. The clanging continued as she started to fold the metal onto itself. Once that was done, she repeated the process again and again, continuously folding the metal and putting it back in the forge to get it up to temperature before she repeats the process again and again.
Abaddon wiped the sweat from her brow as she looked at the slab of metal before her, it was in the rough shape of curved blade. She wasn't done yet though as she picked up the blade and set it aside with several others, she had a new weapon to forge. Abaddon got herself new metal to work with as the door to the forge opened and in walked in none other than Mercury Black.
"Hey Abaddon, have you seen-" Abaddon flexed her wings.
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Mercury stayed completely still and silent as several razor-sharp feathers pierced the walls right next to his head. Understanding that he was not wanted he quickly turned and left. Abaddon let out a growl and continued to shape the metal to her will. She started to think about the situation that got her in such a bad mood in the first place.
"I must speak to you Abaddon." She heard as Salem entered her room. Abaddon was reclined in a chair with an old book in her hand, reading it.
"Of course, Mother." She responds as she sets her book down and stands up.
"Walk with me." Salem said curtly, allowing no objections as she walked out of Abaddon's chamber, Abaddon herself following close behind. She felt anger radiating from Salem, unlike the anger of a human or faunus, this anger made Abaddon shrink back in fear.
"M-mother are you alright? Did-"
"Quiet." Salem said, cutting Abaddon off. She shrinks back and doesn't say anything further as Salem leads her throughout the Grimm fortress. Eventually Salem leads Abaddon to her private chambers.
Abaddon stood over to the corner, fidgeting nervously, she had never seen her Mother act in such a way, it frightened her.
"What do you know about your Mother?" Salem's question brought Abaddon out of her thoughts, bringing her blood red eyes to meet Salem's own. She no longer felt fear when she looked into her eyes, but something in the back of her mind told her to be wary.
"You are my Mother." Abaddon answers with endearment and devotion to Salem in her voice. She could swear she saw the corner of her mouth raise up just a little bit.
"Your real Mother, Summer Rose." Upon hearing that name it felt like as if someone drove an ice pick through her head. She brings her clawed hand to her head as she feels the most intense migraine she has in a while.
"Abaddon?" Salem asks, there is worry to her voice. She doesn't hear her, Abaddon looks up but doesn't see her Mother, rather she sees a woman wearing a white cloak that looks just like her.
"I love you Ruby." She says.
Abaddon shakes her head, seeing Salem before her, a trace of concern able to be seen on her face.
"I...I do not remember much...In another life she left me and my sister...and she never came back." She sounds bitter. "I thought she loved us."
"She did love you Abaddon." Salem rests a hand on her shoulder.
"H-...how do you know?"
"Because I was there when she died." Salem says. Abaddon lets out a gasp and takes a step back, her eyes wide.
"W-what? How-" Suddenly Abaddon stops, a cold anger taking over her. "Who?" Her voice is laced with deadly venom. Salem hides a sinister smirk.
"What do you know of Ozpin?" Abaddon stays silent. Salem hides another smirk as she circles Abaddon like a hungry wolf.
"I-In another life...I looked up to him...he was everything that a hunter should be...righteous and kind." Abaddon's voice sounds small, scared. Salem lets out a cruel laugh as she continues to circle her like prey.
"Oh you poor poor girl." She lets out another laugh. "You've been lied to, misguided. Everything that you thought that you knew about him is a lie. How do I know this? I was wed to him several lifetimes ago, or rather who he used to be, Ozma." She spits out that name with disgust. "He is a Warlock, a liar, a coward that hides behind the faces of those who lives he ruins, the lives that he takes. And most of all, he's a cruel and heartless man." Salem stops before Abaddon. "I had daughters, four of them. Did you know that?" Abaddon shakes her head. "They were beautiful, they were the joy of my life, my little maidens...Ozma… killed them right in front of me."
Abaddon is speechless at hearing this, she never thought that Ozpin would ever be capable of doing such a thing. "He killed them right in front of me...just like he killed your Mother."
Abaddon takes a step back, she felt so many conflicting emotions. Anger, sadness, grief.
"N-no...he couldn't have…"
"Would I lie to you Abaddon? After all of these years I finally have a daughter, you, why would I do anything to hurt you when I love you so much?" Abaddon stays silent, she closes her clawed hand in a tight fist, so tight that her claws dug into her hand and black blood oozes from her hand and drips onto the floor. Her blood is literally boiling as it pools.
"...how did he kill her?"
She asks quietly. Salem turns away and smirks to herself.
"Ozpin sent her to do the impossible, a mission that no ordinary huntress could ever come back from. But Summer Rose was no ordinary huntress, she was a bright light within the darkness of my kingdom. I admired her for her tenacity and strength, so impressed was I that I let her go, let her leave my kingdom with what she came for, such a light as bright as hers would have been more useful turned to my cause then snuffed out. So I followed her with my Nevermores. Ozpin did not expect her to survive you see, so me made sure to correct that error. He stabbed her through the heart when she had her guard down, and buried her in an unmarked grave in the middle of the forest." Abaddon sheds a tear. "I can feel his presence, out there in the world, we are bound together...today I felt him take over the life of another, it won't be long before he decides to act."
"I'll find him. And I will kill him." Abaddon growls out, anger in her voice. Salem's smirk grows wider.
"I'm afraid that will be pointless Abaddon, he will just take over another poor soul."
"Then I'll capture him, torture him until we can find a way to end his miserable exitsance permanantly." Salem couldn't help but feel pride in what she created.
"First things first, my dear daughter, you need a new weapon."
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Abaddon placed a thick metal rod on a table, she runs her hand along the length of the metal and pressed a button, causing the rod to collapse in on itself, turning into something akin to a greatsword handle. She lets out her own cruel smirk and picks up one of the many blades that she forged, sharpened to a sinister curved blade. She places the blades on the table with the handle and gets to work completing her new weapon. The weapon of her past life, Crescent Rose was made to fight Grimm, the enemy of humanity. But this weapon, this...Brutal Thorn was made to destroy humanity. She lets out a self satisfied smirk as she grips the blackened iron grip on her weapon and lifts it up. Her new weapon was a sword, a curved sword with a thick and serrated blade that resembled the weapon of someone from her past life. She does a few twirls with her weapon, satisfied with the balance of the weapon. Then with the press of a button the sword shirts into a scythe. She lets out a proud smile at what she created.
"You and I are going to change the world."