Here we are again my lovely little omelets. Good to see ya again! Now, I finally have a plan for the end of this certain arc, so when we get there the quality of this writing should probably skyrocket even further beyond my normal limitations. I am still sorta in half a writer-block phase, but I am pushing through it because I am insecure about the thought of making you guys wait more than two weeks per chapter. I know there are some God-like stories out there, and not just from the RWBY fandom, that never get finished. It's part of my vow to never leave a story unfinished. So far, I have about three full complete stories to my name, and this is going to be the fourth, mark my words!

Attention everyone this is CrowSkull: Now for the purpose of that promise up there I need to do something, Gen has a lot going on right now, to sum it all up he's been trying to move out from where he's currently living, working 40 hours a week and also doing this plus all his other stories, also to mention how this year has been for everyone. He's tired, and we have come to the deduction that his writer's block has been the result of him going through a shitty situation and not having enough brain capacity to deal with all of it just like that.

And so as his friend I need to force him to take an extended break of maybe a week or slightly more, as this guy gets seriously itchy when he's not writing but so far he's so tired that it doesn't help him either, he was supposed to take a break the other week and he didn't, so now I need to force him to take a break so he can come back at full force. Don't worry he's fine, he just needs some rest that honestly, he needs. He also needs time to make plans and do other stuff. It shouldn't be too long, he likes all his stories, and very much as I still feel that I might not succeed in making him sit still and relax… but even a couple of days would be good for him. So yeah he's so far taking a break for a week. That is all for now.

Beta: CrowSkull

Detective Grimm

Chapter 38- Instincts

With a snap of his fingers, Diam teleported down into Beacon's secret basement. Though, he wondered just how secretive this really was. He knew the moment he stepped into that there was more to it than meets the eye, his brother did as well, naturally. Qrow knew, Ironwood knew, many of the professors know as well, and now a student knows. He was willing to bet that pretty soon, some more students were going to find out next. It wasn't really a secret anymore, more like a hangout for adults to talk about giving a teenage girl the power of a magical fairy that is actually an extension of Ozma himself. Spiritually, anyways. It'd probably be weird for them to understand, but each Maiden had a piece of Ozma, and therefore that meant that in a small way, each of them was all Ozma as every time a Maiden dies, that magical power transfers to another young woman anywhere in the world. Just how anytime Ozma dies, his soul transfers into any young man anywhere in the world. He wondered if that was what Ozma fully intended. Possibly. Unlikely. He doubted that Ozma knew what he was doing at that time. Splitting one's magical power was a forbidden tactic in ancient times for a reason.

Ozma's current form was the first to see him as soon as he left the elevator. He offered the God a gentle nod as he stepped forward and passed him. He was the only one who did so comfortably. Glynda found out the truth for her own, but even though they were friends she was certainly put off by him. He couldn't blame her for it. Soon enough she'd get used to what he was. Ironwood, on the other hand, managed to hide his fear well, but Diam smelt it radiating off the man's body. He had to respect that, despite fearing him, the General walked past him as if he was any other man. That took a degree of courage within itself and James did it well.

Immediately behind him was Pyrrha. The girl clearly looked up to him in some regard. Which was unfortunate as she was now much more willing to show her discomfort and fear for him. She skipped past him without so much of a glance his way, as if he was going to attack her as a Grimm would. He won't lie to himself, which brought an internal frown to his face. He didn't much care for the girl as he never properly met her beforehand, but the fact that she could go from looking up to him as a potential idol or role model to fearing him the moment she found out that he was the God of Darkness brought him a certain degree of discomfort.

As for Qrow, he stumbled out of the elevator last a few minutes after it went back up for him. Somehow in the few minutes that Diam left him alone up there, Qrow had managed to drink so much that he immediately got drunk. When he shakily walked up to him, he seemed to have forgotten that he was a God as he pumped his fist against his chest, thinking that it was another fist. Diam chuckled through his nose because of his antics. As depressing as Qrow was every time he stepped into a room, Diam did always find him to be one of the more amusing humans of the bunch.

"What is this place…?" Pyrrha asked as she stuck close within the comfort of Glynda and Ironwood's reach as if they'd protect her from him if he decided to go feral all of a sudden. "It's so massive… I can hardly believe this is real."

Qrow coughed into his fist as he said "That's what she said," Glynda enjoyed that just as much as Winter would, which honestly, Diam didn't know who would be more disappointed in him for it.

"This took many years of building some century ago," Ozpin explained. "Beacon used to be the palace of the old Kings of Vale, mind you. Though in the past century, knowledge of what was within the palace and its secrets have gone forgotten."

"I wonder how that happened," Ironwood said with a snicker.

"I could possibly garner a decent guess," Diam remarked as he teleported beside Ozma. Looking at him knowingly.

"Please, my lord. Some secrets are meant to be such," Ozpin pleaded with a very forced chuckle. "Do allow me that, at least."

"Hm, since you asked so nicely." He did refer to him as 'My Lord' after all. "Very well, your request is granted."

"This is Amber Fall," Ironwood introduced, gladly changing the subject for all those who desperately wanted it. He stood beside what looked like a metal oversized test tube that was big enough for an entire person to fit in, but instead of a cork at the top, there was a metal door that could open and close. Amber floated harmlessly in the center of it, the fluids within the chamber offering her a sense of buoyancy. Diam narrowed his eyes and zoomed in on the woman. This was the woman that caused all that trouble, hm? All because she was too pathetic as a fighter to fight off just a few normal humans. Hmph, Diam was thoroughly disappointed in the old magic of Ozma if that were really the case. "As I explained as we descended, the other machine here to Amber's left is where you shall be entering. Once everything is properly set up, then we will begin the transfer process and officially make you the fall maiden."

"Hey, she hasn't made a decision yet," Qrow drunkenly pointed out. "Let her decide for her own first at least…"

"Qrow, do you really think any aspiring huntress or huntsman would ever turn down the chance to potentially contribute to saving the world?" Glynda piped up. Qrow looked at her strangely, as if he didn't have any idea what moon she came from in a different galaxy far, far away. "I happen to remember you jumping at the chance just to be able to transform into a bird. Much less save the world years down the line, or fail to at least."

"Oof," Diam bit his knuckles as he felt the burn from there. "That had to hurt you where it hurts most. The metaphorical balls."

"Eh, she's right," Qrow said with a shrug nonchalantly. It was just about the only thing he could do to deflect the burn away. "Either way though, Pyrrha here is the one that needs to-"

"I'll do it!"

"Fucking Goddamnit!"

"Hey, I'm right here!" Diam cried.

"If it means that my friends and everyone will be safe and sound, then I will do it," Pyrrha said as she placed a hand on the front of Amber's tube. She looked at the woman and pitied her. To be in such a state… she wanted to become the maiden not just to protect her loved ones, but to make sure that Amber could finally die in peace.

"That is great news, Miss Nikos," Ozpin said with a flat smile. "However, it is not as simple as that. There is a reason why I wanted the God of Darkness to be present at this time. For the God of Darkness can offer us another solution in which could save us all the trouble, and you, Miss Nikos, from giving up a portion of your freedom."

"And there's the catch," Diam said with knowing laughter. "What do you want me to do, Ozma? Transfer the power myself? I see you humans have been able to create a machine that could do it for you, so it couldn't be that. It better be something good, or else I fear that I would have wasted my time humoring you all."

"I only hope that you would bless us with a boon of life," Ozpin said as he bowed his head and dropped down to one knee. To his utter surprise, Ironwood and Glynda followed suit quickly, and hesitantly, Qrow did as well. Diam raised an eyebrow as his eyes widened ever so slightly. This was something he actually didn't expect. "Please, God of Darkness, or as you call yourself now, Diam Grimm. I humbly request that you heal the injured fall maiden, restore to her the life that has been stolen away all too suddenly and unjustly. Do this, and I will be in your everlasting debt-"

"Get up, Ozma." Diam cut him off. Crossing his arms and looming over everyone there, he just about transformed into his Godly state, only stopping himself by pure self-restraint alone.

"God of-"

"Silence," Diam raised a finger and pushed it up against Ozpin's lips. The headmaster sealed them closed and hung his head in submission. "I want you to tell me and the others here one thing. I am going to ask you a question and you are going to answer it. What happened the last time that someone came up to me in worship and begged me to bring someone back to life?"

"D-diam… Amber is not dead."

"I'll get to that later," Diam replied. "Answer the question, Ozma."

"W-what is he talking about?" Pyrrha asked, confused, and scared by everything that was going on. Ozpin sighed, and with no other choice, obeyed the God of Darkness.

"Thousands of years ago, humanity was at its most powerful," He began. "You've heard of the tale of the Lady in the Tower, correct? Well, that too also holds to its own degree of truth. The princess's name was Salem, and her husband was a warrior wizard… named Ozma. After saving her from the tower, the two fell in love," From here, Glynda and Ironwood pieced together what he was about to admit. They gasped as their eyes widened, unable to believe it until Ozpin said it himself. "They lived together in a happy, loving marriage until Ozma was struck with a fatal illness. Desperate, Salem went to the Gods in the hopes of bringing her husband back to life but… something much worse occurred. After being refused by the God of Light, she turned to his brother, the God of Darkness… the very man standing before us right now."

"Salem begged the God of Darkness to bring her husband back to life but omitted the truth that she went to the God of Light first. After a moment of hesitation, the God of Darkness fulfilled her request, and brought her husband back to life… Which then brought forth the wrath of the God of Light. After learning the truth, the God of Darkness rectified his mistake, killing Ozma once and for all. However, it would not end there. Due to being grief-stricken and vengeful, Salem rounded up all the world's powerful Kingdoms and led a rebellion against the Gods. It… did not end well."

"How did it end? Tell me, I'm curious." Diam said as he raised a hand, a ball of dark energy formed within it. Ozpin looked at it and felt sweat rush down his face and make his suit feel much, much hotter. If Diam wished it, he could do it all over again. With that little ball of energy, the planet itself could and would be destroyed. "How did the Gods react to this rebellion?"

"They were invincible… and angered by their creations' betrayal, the God of Darkness… wiped the slate clean."

Pyrrha gasped and looked at Diam. Her green eyes widening further as tears began to form in her eyes. Now she knew. Not only was Diam the God of Darkness, but he had once destroyed the world. She looked at him in a much different light now. She thought him a monster. Worse than the Grimm. For at least Grimm wasn't capable of destroying all of humanity with a flick of their hand.

"Not entirely, of course," Diam said with a smirk. A smirk. It had everyone feeling chills run up and down their spine. "I held back, for whatever reason. Perhaps I didn't truly want to destroy all of humanity, I certainly didn't want to destroy the planet itself. But even as a remnant of what you once were, you still persevered. That intrigued me, and with the combination of me being ever so bored, I decided to return to this planet and see what was going on." He laughed, the ball of energy in his hand faded away, making Ozpin sigh out of relief as soon as it was gone. "Whatever the reason, you are all still here now. Because I broke the rules once because I pitied a grieving woman, it leads to humanity's destruction. Although I am aware that bringing this one back to life wouldn't lead to the same end, it is still going against the delicate balance that my brother and I sought to establish. Death happens for a reason. If humans lived forever, you'd have many more Ozma's and Salem's running around."

"And besides, Amber is already dead," Diam said as he turned and stepped toward the woman herself. Pyrrha jumped away the moment he took a step in her direction. He ignored her and simply stared down at the defeated woman whose face was still transfixed to look as pained as ever. "Her soul has left her body long ago. Her heart may be beating, yes. But she has given up the will to live. Even if I did heal her, I would also have to drag her soul out from the realm between realms. Or else she'd be an empty husk with no will do anything other than existing. Purely apathetic. I will not do it. I will not risk it. And my word is final."

Diam turned and faced all the still kneeling men and women as Pyrrha hid in the back of them, desperately trying to not meet his eyes. Diam put his hands behind his back and clenched once fist and held his wrist with the other hand. His stare was absolute. There was no talking back to him. This was how God should behave, his brother and Celeste likely would have been proud of him.

It didn't make him feel like a God though. It made him feel like an asshole.

"Resolve this matter without relying on myself," Diam declared. "I may have been too helpful as of late, especially after I stopped the Breach from ever happening. Be careful with this chance that I have given you. If you waste it, my time would have been wasted as well. Which would just not do at all…"

With a snap of his fingers, he was gone. Leaving Ozpin and his loyalists behind to meddle with their thoughts and options.

"Well…" Qrow sighed loudly. "That didn't go well."

"Qrow?" Ironwood called.

"Hm?"

"Shut up."

"That's fair."

As Diam reformed he let out a sigh as he fell back onto his bed. Cursing lightly when he felt his horns once again stab into the mattress. That was the fourth one that month, he really never did get used to that. His horns went from the front and curved back to the back of his head where the points were, it made finding comfortable positions to sleep quite the bother when there wasn't any.

Alas, he rolled over onto his side as he heard the sound of someone munching on something. Diam's eyes only widened ever so slightly when he saw his brother in his human form sitting on one of his neon pink bean bag chairs, also staring at him, while eating from a bowl of Pumpkin Pete's cereal. The box was even nearby, with Pyrrha Nikos on the cover as to further advertise their brand. Liam looked at him, hesitated to continue eating, and then continued eating anyway.

They stared at each other like that for a decent couple of minutes before Diam had the sense to ask what exactly his eyes were showing him.

"Brother," Diam called as he sat up in his bed.

"Brother," Liam echoed.

"What are you doing?" Diam asked.

"Eating, of course. I am starting something new. Have you tried this before? It tastes… sweet, and fruity."

"That's children's food, brother." Diam snickered. "The God of Light is eating children's food. On that note, what exactly are you doing in my room?"

"Where else do you think I go when nothing important is happening?" Liam countered.

"In space, where you usually go. Anywhere but here."

"Well, you assumed incorrectly."

"Wait for a second," Diam smirked as a realization came to mind. "I haven't been in this room for over a month, are you telling me that you've been in here, whenever you weren't training little abomination girl-"

"Ruby Rose," Liam corrected.

"Abomination girl," Diam thoroughly refused to acknowledge that. "Or just had nothing to do for that matter, you just sat there, eating cereal, alone in the darkness of my room where if you shine a UV light this place would light up brighter than the inside of your asshole."

"Well…" Liam thought about it, but it wasn't like he was wrong. " Okay, I'll admit I've been here a decent amount of time. But I certainly didn't expect you to return here anytime soon when you have that heiress and the Specialist to go to for entertainment. Or perhaps you sought me out?"

"Brother, all offense intended, you are the last being in the universe that I'd go to for entertainment."

"Rude."

"But not inaccurate."

"Perhaps then you simply wanted to talk perhaps, discuss some matters?" Liam asked his brother, even going as far as to placing down his bowl and then proceeding to vaporize it into nothingness with a very useful activation of his Godly powers. He gave his younger brother his full undivided attention.

"Oh yes, family reunions are the greatest! Because those have gone so well in the past haven't they?" Diam stepped up from his bed. "Every time we have come together is because one of one shit show or another, it's always about some important nonsense that in the majority of times has ended in complete headaches."

"Being too separated has done us favors either." Liam shrugged

"I specifically remember you trying to bring me back to the ass-end of the universe a short time after I arrived here."

"Times have changed,"

"That was three years ago."

"Three years ago is a long time in human terms."

"No, it isn't!"

"Compared to how fast time flies with us Gods? It certainly does. One century in human perception could last an hour in our time."

"Just shut up I don't wanna hear it!" Diam wailed. "I just got back from telling Ozma to fuck off and stop trying to make me commit the same mistake I did millennia ago, and now it's like I am the big bad monster again! I mean, seriously, does it not at least make a little sense that I'd be reluctant to bring another mortal back to life after the last time? Because I don't know if you remember, but I sort of destroyed the world."

"It does, is just that your following actions after said the event was… admittedly a little overboard, even if warranted. Tell me, brother, you have had ample time to learn how a human thinks and feels. If you met a God that had destroyed the world once already, wouldn't you be afraid that they'd do it again?"

"Oh, I know how they work… you know what, we all know I have learned a thing or two, how about you? Oh dear brother of mine, tell me if something has gone through your thick ass antlers and managed to reach your head for once? Has that happened? I'm curious."

"If you must know…" Liam cleared his voice and politely rose to his feet to meet his brother's height. "I haven't been completely hopeless as you may have- No, definitely thought. In my efforts of trying to understand you, I have put myself in your shoes and similar situations. Say, Miss Rose. I took her as an apprentice to learn how you feel with Weiss, and I feel as though I succeeded in the role so far."

"Brother, you can and have thrown the girl to the wolves and she still thinks you as a best friend. I'm not sure it's very hard to get close to that one."

"Perhaps, but I have also interacted with the other professors, tried different foods, drinks, and have even dabbled in a mission or two while everything was happening. It wasn't very difficult. An escort mission and a rescue mission that went along perfectly smoothly. I admit that it still may not be nearly enough because of how much you have done and how much longer you have been here as a human, but I am at least trying."

"..." Diam stared at his brother, narrowing his eyes. "Damn you," He said under his breath. "Damn you for making sense for once, I hate you."

Liam nodded. "I love you too,"

"Don't give me that!" Diam snapped, turning his face away and refusing to meet his elder's eyes. "Just be a distraction now since you're here. I have what Glynda has helped me identify as 'issues' and I don't like thinking about them."

"Because it makes you feel things you are not used to feeling?"

"First off, fuck you. Secondly, shut up."

"Hm," Liam accepted the answer hidden between the lines. He was a patient God, he had to be when his brother was literally his complete opposite. "Well… we could try and do something we both know how to do and enjoyed doing, together even."

"Oh?" Diam raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be,"

Liam clapped his hands together and then moved them in an arc above his head. Gold sparkles fell from his hands as he clasped them back together in the middle. "Creation!"

"Well then," Diam turned back to look at his brother, a smug smile on his face which was also reminiscent. "It has been some time since we created something, hasn't it? But I have one condition."

"If it is within my power, I shall grant it." Liam recited the familiar phrase.

"Since we are agreeing in my new domain, we do it according to my rules, we are drinking and we are letting alcohol affect us!" Diam declared as he snapped his fingers,

"Eh!?" Qrow yelped as he stumbled to the ground between the brother Gods. He looked up and rubbed his head, cursing under his breath as he wondered what the hell just happened just now. Once he saw Diam, what happened less than twenty minutes ago came back into his mind, and then when he saw Liam, his face drained of all color and his voice came out as a strained squeal of fear.

"I'm going to borrow this for a moment," Diam said as he tore open Qrow's shirt and heard the thud of Qrow's flask slamming against the floor. "Hope you don't mind that you don't have a choice in the matter."

"W-what-"

"Begone!" Qrow disappeared in a purple flash. Shirt torn open, dignity taken, and a feeling of dejection so massive his sister felt it from the other side of the world.

Liam wasn't all that bothered by that train of events.

"If you want to drink so badly and attempt to get me drunk, then so be it," Liam said with a shrug.

"Great!" Diam exclaimed as he popped open the flask, drank the entire thing in one go, and then refilled it with a snap of his fingers and handed it to his brother.

Liam took it and held it in his hand, expecting Diam to continue. "So, where shall we begin? I think we can start with something like this…" Flexing his hand and spreading his fingers, the God of Darkness proved that he was not entirely limited to total destruction. A little brown ball of fluff floated in the air before the two Gods, Liam looked at it with intrigue, getting ideas as he continued to analyze it."

"That looks good, but now we should think of where it should go… part of the forest?" Liam said as he took a small sip.

"Let's have it be able to swim too," Diam added.

"Fair enough." Liam extended a handout and the ball transformed under his will. Twisting and contorting until it was in just the right shape. Doing the work for his brother, he created the organs needed for this particular type of animal. "Four legs as usual?"

"Four legs as usual," Diam confirmed.

"Very well then all four should some ability to expand the swimming."

"No, no we did that too much with all the fish and weird shit that we won't speak of, don't you think?"

"Perhaps… hmm." Liam snapped one finger and four limbs extended from the creature. They were too long at first, however, and he made them shorter. He then went on to give it feet, starting from the stump, he continued on as if it were another mammal that could trek on land, perhaps similar to bears?"

"Wait… let's make it have different feet."

"Wait how so? How will that work?" Liam asked as he passed the flask to his brother after taking a short, responsible sip.

"We make them do different things, of course," Diam said before chugging the entire flask again and refilling it.

"Ah, a different function that's… very interesting." Liam didn't know how to react when his brother basically copied and pasted the feet of a duck onto all four limbs. But instead of bright orange, they were dark black. On an apparent second thought, he went on to make the back two feet slightly more er… raccoon-like? He honestly didn't know what he was looking at here. But it was something, at least.

"You know what?" Diam snapped his fingers. "I want it to have claws as well."

"Claws…?" Liam asked, recoiling back with a rousing confusion. "How and why?"

"Because I want to, that's why," Diam said as he gave all four feet claws. "And you know what? Now that you gave me that lip, I'm going to make them poisonous"

"Diam no."

"And beady little black eyes,"

"Diam… hey, it looks like the beavers I made… hmm. Maybe we can do something else different, instead of what I did with the teeth they could have… hmm…" Liam looked at the feet and claws that Diam had created, they looked similar to the ones of ducks… at least the front ones. "You know, a beak-like mouth could be useful for this creature."

"Hey but… they could jagged teeth." Diam said slightly annoyed.

"But they have poison claws."

"But… is the beak strong though?"

"I can give it a good bone structure. Similar to that of an alligator, for instance.."

"Yeeeaaah! Do that do that."

It just spiraled down from there. The two brothers went back and forth, passing Qrow's flask between the two of them back and forth until the added a flat tail - that was certainly not like a beaver's at all! The creature went through a variety of phases. The first one being the complete monstrosity that it became in the first draft, and then moved on to become more normal-ish looking. Then came the nostrils. Liam didn't know what his brother was thinking but it was genius! Nostrils at the end of the beak as a nose instead of close up to its eyes like any other normal creature.

This was not a normal creature.

Diam gave it electrolocation. Electrolocation is a modality of animal perception through the sensing of electric fields that can be used for: object detection. intraspecies communication. defensive and offensive behavior such as prey stunning and warding off predators.

"Why?" Liam asked once he saw Diam put it in.

"Because."

"Why?"

"I felt like it."

"Fair. We at least know it will have both preys and predators"

Liam then decided to pull a Diam and decided to make it sweat milk.

Not even the God of Darkness expected that coming. He looked at it as it excreted milk from its skin and dripped onto the ground. His eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. He turned to his brother with a single question inching past his lips.

"Why did you do that?"

"What? It makes sense if his exterior is really like an otter then it needs a different way to produce milk for its offspring."

"But why make it sweat it?"

"Well… uh." Liam realized he pulled a Diam far too well, and that he was slightly intoxicated for the fact that he even attempted to pull a Diam. "Hey, you gave me the idea to make spiders have, and I quote, 'butt ropes'."

"We don't speak about the spiders," Diam said, pointing a finger accusingly at his brother. "That was when I was going through a phase and I wanted to make the humans feel fear."

"Well, as far as I know, that worked out quite well. A spider was loose in one of the classrooms a few days ago and I watched as full teams of huntresses in training all ran away from it screaming as if they were about to be killed."

"That was my doing," Diam said with a laugh. "I invented arachnophobia, after all. It was all part of my ultimate master plan to annoy you with the requests to erase spiders from existence."

"Wait, you made plans for a creature while we were making another creature, and thought of their interactions?"

Diam just smiled at him.

"I'm actually quite impressed," Liam said with a proud nod. "Moving on… how should this… thing procreate?"

"Is it a mammal?"

"Yes… I think?"

"Well, just to be sure, let's make sure it has a uterus, well the females at least, or should we make the males have the babies?"

"No no, wait I was thinking." Liam stopped his brother.

"What?"

"We always make mammals have live birth correct?"

"Yeah…" Diam thought and suddenly realized where his brother was going. "And we made the insects have larva and the other bird and fish have eggs."

"And you said this thing can swim…"

"And traverse land as well." Diam reminded his brother.

"It already produces milk so it's a mammal."

"But this time."

"We make it lay eggs." Both of them said in unison.

"Oh and make it come in batches of eight!" Diam said.

"What?"

"Batches of eight, like it can eight tiny versions of themselves, like… eight eggs."

"Perfect."

When they were done, they had a creature rolling around in Diam's bed. It felt no pain, but it could stare it. Venom secreted out of its claws, its beak snapped as it gnawed onto the sheets, and its flat tail smacked against the mattress, attempting to intimidate what it thought was two large predators.

Then it made a sound.

"EEEEeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

"KILL IT!" Diam cried as he prepared to fire a planet busting energy ball at their newest creation.

"Ugh, no-no-no… when did it go wrong, what organs made it do that?"

"We botched it, we gotta…"

"No no, wait… we have just to change the vocal cords!" Liam said.

"Oh, right we can do that… make it like… purr like a cat. Everyone likes that."

"EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!"

"I'll get right on that," Liam snapped his fingers and rearranged a few organs, added a few and took another out, and the screeching high pitched squealing that had them wanting to destroy it before more could be born died a very ugly death that had no soul to hope to even have a possibility of being brought back to life.

Now it was a gentle purr, almost like a cat but not quite. Now, it was cute. Now, it didn't deserve to die. Diam let his energy fade away and sighed a comfortable sigh. Liam was just about to sit down again, but their eyes met and they shared a grin. Liam raised his flask and Diam clinked his own against his. However, before they could drink from them, Diam proposed a question.

"Wait, how did Qrow's flask become two?"

"Er…" Liam turned himself around to search for a reason why. "I don't know… Perhaps we created it by accident from within our focused stupor."

"Most likely… Which one is the original?"

Liam tossed him away and burned it to ash. "That one is," He said, pointing to the one in Diam's hand.

"Now it is, I suppose." Diam laughed. He turned to face the creation one last time, only now he had another idea. "I'm going to Grimmify it."

Before his brother had a chance to refuse him. Diam snapped his fingers and beside the creature, a Grimm version of it appeared. Its beady black eyes were now larger and red, its claws on its feet were long and oozed green poison. Patterns of white hair were etched into its black fur. Over its beak was another beak, only this one had teeth and was in its skeletal form. It looked up at the God and screeched its approval of its own creation.

"EEE!"

"Dear God…" Liam said, holding his face and sighing loudly. "Please tell me you didn't bring that back for the Grimm version."

"It is only natural," Diam sighed happily. "This Grimm is too small to be too much of a threat to even a normal human. So I had to give it something. Easy to kill but very very annoying."

"But you also wanted to kill it."

"That was an accident. This was on purpose. And therefore it shall exist." Diam snapped his fingers, sealing the deal. He littered thousands of both types of creatures all over the world. "Hey, we didn't name it… we gotta name it before the humans do so then we can imprint it into their minds."

"True, true…"

"Then what can name that…" Diam paused as he wasn't actually sure how to describe what they created. He created another one in front of him. "What does it look like?"

"Uh…" Liam thought for a second, he didn't quite know what he was looking at, they made but for sure it was one of the weirdest things they had made, he got a couple of ideas, however.

At that second Celeste appeared in front of them.

"I've been looking for you two, I didn't know where either of you was and suddenly I felt-" She stopped when she saw the creature and then heard it purr. "Yo-you… what did you…"

"Um, Celeste?" Daim tried to reach her.

"You two did it again… just what did you… make?!" She asked both of them.

"Well… I present to you the Ornitorrinco, it's a mammal and it lays eggs!" Liam said excited, after all, he did enjoy finished projects and experiments, and this one certainly was unique.

Salem looked out of her window as she heard an unbearable sound of screaming outside. She was surprised to see that it wasn't another invasion attempt made my Ozma, but it came from the Grimm. As she looked outside her red-tinted windows, she saw an army of black. Her Beowolves were buried under mounds of hundreds of creatures each, her Beringels were seen climbing onto the castle itself in an effort to get away and the Nevermore and other flying Grimm were making their grand escape. Behind and beside her, Tyrian, Hazel, and Watts watched along with her, unable to believe their eyes.

A new type of Grimm had been born.

And it was an invasive species.

"My lady…" Watts called as a few of the creatures slapped their fin things on the glass before them. "Was this… your doing?"

"It's so… beautiful!" Tyrian exclaimed, dropping to his knees and planting his face against the glass.

"No," Salem said as she peeled Tyrian's face away. "It was not."

"But the only other being that can create a Grimm is…"

"The God of Darkness," Hazel finished for him. "This is… unsettling."

"What does this mean?" Watts wondered out loud. "Is this supposed to be some kind of threat?"

"No…" Salem said as she clenched her fists. "This is nothing to him but a joke."

"EEE! EEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEeeeeeeeEEEEeeeeEEEeeEEE!"

Salem felt a vein bulge out of her forehead.

"Curse you God of Darkness!"

And there we go.

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