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v.2 Beta: Sir Attlich

(Unknown Location, Argent D'Nur)
(Several Millenia ago…)

He was 5, and his little brother was 3. Too young to be hiding in a dark corner of an airship, behind some broken crates. Too young to experience the trauma of being kidnapped by madmen that took them in the most convenient time as their parents were talking to a 'government rep', or so their Father said.

Too young to earn the first scars that will mark him for life.

William could still feel the cut across his face that he got when he tried to stop the bad people from separating him from his brother.

His little brother Hunter was sleeping on his chest, possibly tired from all the tears he had shed. William knew that he could not afford that luxury, as he was on a constant alert for the kidnappers.

'Count to four, inhale...' William repeated the breathing exercise his father had taught him, repeating the words over and over in his head. 'Count to four, exhale.'

He almost flinched when he heard the combination of shouting and screaming of familiar voices of the men who kidnapped them. Sounds that were soon followed by a repeating cracking tune of breaking bones, over, and over... and over again.

William held Hunter tighter when the sound of open doors revealed the desperate face of a kidnapper.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, oh fuck…oh fuck me…' the man slammed the door shut. The madman was on the verge of crying, 'Wraiths, please forgive…please forgive me for taking someone else's children…forgive me for mutilating a child…'

'Mmm…B.J?' he muttered tiredly as he rubbed his eyes.

'Shhhhhh….' William frantically tried to hush Hunter. His actions did not matter as he soon came face to face to one of the kidnappers, who looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown.

The man's despaired face suddenly morphed into an enraged state as he teared Hunter from his brother's arms.

'NO!' William cried as he scrambled up on his feet and tried to grab his brother back, the kidnapper kicking him in the face and knocking down him down on his stomach.

'It's your fault! It's all your fault!' the kidnapper maniacally exclaimed as he held the crying Hunter who kept calling out for his brother. The man firmly covered the toddler's mouth with his hand.

'Shut up, you little half-bred bastard!' William groaned and clutched his profusely bleeding face. He looked past the blood in his eyes to see the man draw a bloodied knife that he held it to Hunter's throat.

'You stay there!' The man yelled as he waved the knife at William.

Suddenly, the light shined on both the kidnapper and the children as the door was violently kicked open. The six-foot tall, muscled figure that emerged had blood all over its green armor and grey helmet, and the barrel of the shotgun in its hands was still hot, if the fresh smoke coming from it was a good enough indication.

'D-Daddy?'

The kidnapper had the point of the blade against Hunter's throat.

'J-j-just stay back, stay the fuck back Blazkowicz!' he shouted, as if was trying to sound intimidating. His voice, however, betrayed fear and terror, 'T-Terran scum, a-all you had to do was send them to Empyrean peacefully and all t-this could have been avoided!'

A seething, enraged glare that could be seen through his helmet's visor was the only response the Marine could give. His eyes darted between his children, the kidnapper and the blade he held against his youngest son's throat. He then took a step forward.

'…'

'I SAID STAY BAC-!' William instinctively reached up at the kidnapper and grabbing him by the arm, pulling the blade away from Hunter's neck,

'NO-!'

The kidnapper found himself lifted off the ground when the Marine punched him with a heavy left hook. As a result, he bounced off the steel wall and landed on the ground. The Marine quickly turned to Hunter, only to see that William already had his weeping youngest son in his arms. Hunter's face was buried in his brother's chest while William looked up at him.

His face was bleeding from a cut across his face - a cut that looked deep enough to leave a permanent scar. It was bad enough that those Empyrean fucks had abducted his kids - they have also hurt them.

They hurt his children. HIS children.

The Marine's rage took over, as he seemingly forgot that his children were a few feet away when he rounded on the kidnapper in a heartbeat.

'NO NO WAI-!' the kidnapper wailed before he felt the butt end of the Marine's shotgun against his skull, breaking his jaw and knocking him back down on the ground. The kidnapper shielded his face with his arms only for the Marine to bring his foot down on his stomach causing him to double over on the floor, which left him open to take another shotgun butt to the head. As he was knocked senseless, the Marine took the opportunity and continued beating him with the shotgun until blood caked the walls and the kidnapper's skull split apart.

William watched the grisly spectacle - his father was punishing the man who had took him and his brother, beat them when they didn't agree to come with them to the Silvered Citadel, locking them in this dark hold for almost an entire day. He didn't watch with horror or fear of him when his father – the kindest, gentlest man there is – became a berserker.

He watched with fascination.

His parents did say that bad people deserved to be punished.

And there were no worse than those who would hurt his family.

(RWBY)

At Doom's Gate I:
B.J. Blazkowicz III

Semper Fidelis!
(Always Loyal)
- Motto of House Blazkowicz
Noble House of D'Nur

(RWBY)

(Vale City Police Station, Hallway)
(Present Day)

Ruby hissed as she held the icepack against her leg, more from the cold than the pain that came from twisting it, barely getting away from a crashing Atlesian airship filled with the 'Possessed', or what Ruby referred as 'demon zombies'. She sniffled, prompting Yang whom was sitting in the chair next to her to wrap her arm around her shoulder and hold her even tighter to herself.

'You can let go of me now,' Ruby said.

Yang shook her head, 'Nope, nuh-uh. As long as I'm around, you're not leaving my sight. Ever.'

Their whole group had been separated right after the Atlas medics managed to strip William of his armor and ushered him towards the hospital. Professor Goodwitch had ordered Team CFVY to return to Beacon Academy while the rest of them were instead taken to the police station. And here they were in the interrogation wing in the basement, waiting for their turn to be questioned by Goodwitch Specialist Schnee.

Ruby glimpsed at the Atlas Marine standing guard outside the door leading up the stairs toward the waiting room on ground level above them. She turned toward another Marine guarding the door into one of the interrogation rooms where she last saw Weiss being taken into, and one more Marine standing guard outside another room where Jaune had been taken in. She swore he had looked terrified for a second, like they were back in that room filled with demon zombies chowing down on innocent Vale folk. Ruby felt her stomach doing flip-flops.

Taking a deep breathe she sighed loudly, 'I hope William's ok?'

'He's in the hospital, why wouldn't he be ok?' Yang said. She pursed her lips, 'Wonder what could have laid him low like that? He tears through Grimm and zombies like they were nothing and suddenly he's down for the count.'

'I don't know,' Ruby held her head in her eyes. 'I just…I just worry…'

Yang looked at her curiously, For a stranger?

(Interrogation Room 1A)

Sitting down on a wooden chair at a table with the room light shining down on them Weiss nearly jumped when she heard that blonde shout at the Marine standing guard outside. Standing beside the door was Professor Goodwitch, having swapped her torn blouse for a plain white shirt that police had provided her, riding crop still in hand at the opposite end of the room was her sister Winter, her back turned to her as she examined the so-called Grimm Marine's weaponry and equipment, including pieces of the Praetor suit. 'Eyes forward, Weiss.'

Weiss grimaced, 'I don't know what else to tell you, Winter. I just met Blazkowicz today. And before all that-'.'

'You were the only one to escape transformation into one of those things. You just told me,' Winter queried as she examined in her hand a blue-colored Marine doll as part of a whole collection of other dolls of various other colors, each one playing the same low-quality tune whenever she picked one up. Her eyes formed rather contemptible slits as she stared at the doll, aware that Weiss stood up from her seat to try and look over her shoulder. What kind of a narcissist collects toys of himself? she thought, her already poor opinion of Blazkowicz taking another hit. Putting the doll down with all the others she turned to her sister, who had already sat back down. 'I could imagine how it felt to cut down to our former countrymen?'

Weiss swallowed, 'I don't think 'former' is a strong enough word to describe the monsters they were twisted into.' Their eyes sinking deep into their skull, their flesh melting and fusing with their clothing and their twisted faces snarling as they tore the flesh from those who hadn't turned came to mind. 'It…it was horrible.'

'And whatever was responsible could most likely be on its way to Atlas. Or anywhere else on Remnant!' Glynda pointed out. 'This is…not like anything the Grimm have ever-'

'It's not the Grimm,' Weiss cut in. 'It's something worse.' She frowned, 'Why don't you ask Blazkowicz?'

'Yes,' Glynda turned to Winter condescendingly. 'Why don't you?'

'I intend to question Miss Rose shortly about these creatures shortly,' Winter said. 'As for William Joseph Blazkowicz III, as he so refers to himself, he will be kept sedated long enough for transport to Atlas-'

'That's not up to you, Specialist Schnee,' Glynda stated. 'Professor Ozpin-'

'General Ironwood was adamant that the Grimm Marine be taken to a secured location and kept in a permanent state of physical and mental inactivity until it can be determined if his presence does not cause Grimm activity to escalate!' Winter hastily exclaimed. 'There is nothing that Ozpin can say that will dissuade the General.'

Weiss blinked, shocked, 'What are you talking about?' She turned to Glynda, 'I don't understand. What's Blazkowicz got to do with the Grimm attacking Vale?'

Glynda sighed into her palm, 'We…believe that Blazkowicz's emotions triggered the Grimm's spike in aggression over the past 24 hours.'

'That's impossible!' Weiss retorted. 'One person's negative emotions aren't strong enough to trigger all the Grimm on a single continent!'

'That's enough, Weiss,' Winter cut in. She turned around towards the dissembled Praetor suit pieces on the table. 'Is there anything you'd like to add to the conversation?' Winter glared at the chest piece when she didn't get answer. 'I know you can hear me, AI! Who created you and what purpose do you serve?'

'This is getting ridiculous,' Glynda said. 'Blazkowicz just needs to feel comfortable, and safe, enough to not set off another Grimm incursion and he will answer all your questions.' She stepped right in Weiss' space. 'And if the first person he sees is someone he trusts, such as Miss Rose, he won't give us anymore cause for concern.'

Winter narrowed at her eyes at the professor. Winter called out towards the door, 'Send in Miss Rose!'

'Winter!' Weiss exclaimed. 'Why are you so-?'

'I'm surprised you're going out of your way for a brute who manhandled you,' Winter said, her sister flushing red in a combination of embarrassment and outrage. She threw in a smirk for good measure, 'Like some princess that needed to be carried out of a burning castle.'

'I'm not!' Weiss shot back. 'I believe putting someone in a coma is a poor reward for saving lives!' The Marine standing outside opened the door and beckoned Weiss to leave. Weiss huffed and stood up. 'Is there a reason why you feel the need to act like father? Did Blazkowicz show you up somehow?

Winter stiffened, before pointing to the door, and sternly ordering her, 'Out.'

(Interrogation Room 2A)

'The blade's still sharp.'

Jaune was nervously twiddling his thumbs underneath the desk as he sat in the barely lit room, guard standing out the door while another stood beside him. He watched Sergeant Thomas Kelly draw the still bloody sword of Crocea Mors from the sheath and quietly look over the sword, the bald-headed Atlas Marine looking unimpressed by it. Jaune felt like he needed to say something. 'It's…uh…my great-great-grandfather's back from the War.' He smiled self-deprecatingly, 'And I know it's…uh…not quite as flashy as a lot of other weapons-'

'How many of the shambling bastards did you hack down with this? It doesn't look like the blood's dulled the blade one bit,' Kelly pointed out. He looked at Jaune sternly as he slammed the sword back into its sheathe and put it on the table. 'Flashy or not, if you can get your hand around anything you can kill a Grimm as long as you know how to use it. I trust you know your way around a sword?'

Jaune nodded, 'Y-yes sir.'

'Granted you answer my questions as truthfully as you can and if I decide if you're allowed to leave this room without the need for any scrutiny you'll be able to continue swinging it,' Kelly added as he sat down at the opposite end of the table, sending a chill down Jaune's spine. 'Now, you were saying?'

Jaune swallowed. 'I…we were hiding from the Grimm when suddenly the airship crashed, heh…I thought we'd be flattened but we didn't. I-I told them I was going to see if anyone needed help. I found Ruby – that's the girl in the red dress I told you about - being attacked by zombies. Zombies, imagine that?' Jaune chuckled nervously, immediately wilting underneath Kelly's humorless stare. 'By the time I got back they were…were…' Jaune froze up and shivered when images of that cannibalistic orgy came to mind. 'I didn't think-'

'No, you didn't. You left several people to be torn to shreds,' Kelly silenced him, causing Jaune to flinch. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he continued, 'You didn't think they would be set upon by the previously unheard-of threat of the walking dead. I thought part of a Huntsman's training was to be prepared for anything?'

'Uh…I'm not a Huntsman yet,' Jaune replied, sheepishly. 'There's a reason I came to Vale: To attend Beacon.'

'Details. You-' Kelly could talk down to Jaune some more his scroll buzzed. Tapping his hands-free earpiece, he said gruffly, 'Report.'

'Ozpin's just arrived at the station, sir. Should we prep Blazkowicz for transport?'

'Do it!' Kelly shot back. He gritted his teeth, Godsdammit. He had been hoping that the airship crash on top of the Grimm attacks throughout Vale would have kept him busy long enough for him and Schnee to interrogate the people associated with the Grimm Marine. He turned to Jaune, 'I'm done dressing you down, Arc. Do yourself a favor and go home. We don't need cowards pretending how to be Huntsmen.'

'What?' muttered Jaune, right before he felt the Marine standing beside him grab him by the arm and shove him towards the door. 'Hey!'

(Hallway)

Ruby and Yang looked up to see Jaune stumble into the corridor. 'Jaune,' Ruby cried, happily.

'Hey,' Jaune smiled back awkwardly. 'You two haven't been grilled yet?' The door into the other interrogation room opened and Weiss stormed right out, very unhappy.

'Hey, you're name's Weiss, right?' Ruby asked. She cringed a bit as Weiss glared at her. 'Did they say anything about William?'

'Only that he's going to be moved to Atlas and they're going to put him into what I am guessing will be a medically-induced coma while they're going to run tests on him like some lab animal,' Weiss replied, heatedly.

'What, nooooooo…' Ruby covered her mouth as she whined.

Yang glared, 'That's bullshit.'

'That's what I said,' Weiss frowned. 'Minus the vulgarity.'

Yang snorted, 'Funny.'

'Isn't there anything we can do?' Ruby cried. 'William doesn't deserve to have any of this happen to him?'

'I thought you barely knew him,' Weiss pointed out. 'Besides, Winter kept saying he's responsible for everything that's happened.'

'How?' asked Ruby. 'We spent a day travelling to Vale so there's no way he can cause any of this.'

'Yeah, he took down that…what did he call it? Possessed Huntsman and he was wiping the floor with us,' Jaune stated. 'He's cool by me.'

Yang smiled, 'Ditto.'

'It doesn't matter. It's an Atlesian Military affair now,' Weiss harrumphed. 'Not like anything can change Winter's mind anyway.'

'Yet you tried anyway,' Yang said. She smiled teasingly, 'For a guy you barely knew that whisked you away out of a burning airship like a-'

Again, Weiss turned red which elicited a giggle from Ruby and she demanded, 'How many people saw that brute manhandle me?'

'Oh…GAH!' The Marines shoved right past Jaune as they stepped out into the hall and towards Room 1A. 'Speaking of manhandling…!'

Kelly turned to Ruby and Yang, both girls looking up at him expectantly, the elder sister narrowing her eyes a bit as she held Ruby closer to herself protectively. Wonderful. I never imagined STRQ's bastard daughters getting mixed up in all this, Kelly thought bitterly.

'Can we help you?' Yang asked, already irritated that someone was staring at her sister visibly lost in thought, like he was plotting something.

'Ruby Rose? We need to talk about your friend Blazkowicz.'

Ruby blinked, 'Um…?'

'Not without me around,' Yang declared. 'FYI, we're a little concerned about-'

'What have you done with B.J.?' Ruby suddenly cut in.

Weiss looked outraged. Jaune visibly suppressed a chuckle and one of the Marines snickered as Kelly raised an eyebrow and Yang just straight up burst into laughter, 'B.J., Miss Rose?'

'Yeah, you know? Billy's another way to say William, his middle name his Joseph, soooo…B.J.,' Ruby explained innocently. All eyes on her, she could tell she had said the wrong thing, 'Um…what?'

Managing to control herself Yang patted Ruby's shoulder, 'Ruby you…just…just wow…'

'You dolt!' Weiss exclaimed. 'You honestly have no idea what you just said?'

'No, what's wrong with me calling William-?' Yang suddenly pulled Ruby close and whispered in her ear. Ruby flushed red with embarrassment, 'Oh.' She then looked disgusted, 'Ewwww….'

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'Alright, enough!' Kelly exclaimed. 'We'd interrogate Blazkowicz but we can't risk getting him angry and triggering another Grimm incursion. '

Yang was no longer in good humor. 'Say what?'

'Winter thinks Blazkowicz's emotions caused to the Grimm to go berserk,' Weiss stated. 'Implausible as it sounds.'

'No way, that's-?' Ruby exclaimed, just as it occurred to her that they were attacked by Grimm multiple times on the way to Vale, and they all seemed focused on William. 'Uh…'

'You got that right,' Yang said heatedly. She whirled on Kelly, 'And there's no way you're questioning Ruby without me around.' She prodded him in the chest, 'Me. Her older sister. Savvy?'

Kelly looked past Yang's shoulder, 'You hearing this, Specialist?'

Winter was standing in Room 1A's doorway, hands behind her back, 'Did I speak with an accent, Sergeant? I'm ready to question Ruby Rose now. Alone.'

Only with that smug sense of Atlesian entitlement that's already starting to piss me off, Yang said in her head, levelling a glare at Winter as she got right up in her face, both Ember Celica clicking and rattling the shells they carried, 'We got nothing to say to you until we know William's ok and not being delivered to some Atlas lab whacked out on coma-inducing drugs.'

'What makes you think you have a choice?' Winter glared back, her patience all but ran out.

Jaune chuckled nervously when he thought he could feel the hostility thickening in the air, 'Uh…'

'Winter!' Weiss exclaimed again. 'What are you-?'

'Specialist,' Glynda approached Winter. 'Perhaps we should wait for Professor Ozpin to clear the air around here.' She frowned, 'Obviously whatever grudge you have against Blazkowicz is affecting your judgement.'

'I do not have a-!' Winter fired back, before catching herself and inhaling deeply. 'I have orders. And my orders are to find out the first thing about any enemy of the Kingdom of Atlas.'

'Tsk tsk …Ironwood is quick to judge our new arrival.' All eyes turned towards the doorway leading upstairs, and a well-dressed, silver-haired man wear small glasses and holding a cane with both hands. He smiled, 'I might have to have few words with him.'

Glynda smiled, 'Professor Ozpin.'

Wait, that's Ozpin? Weiss thought, eyes widened.

Ruby smiled. Yang sighed inwardly, Oh, lucky us.

Ozpin directed his gaze at Ruby, 'But first, perhaps I should have a few words regarding this young lady's friend.'

'Shit,' Kelly muttered.

Winter looked crestfallen, Damn it.

(RWBY)

(Vale City Hospital, Secured Ward)

The sounds of a EKG monitor gave the Doom Slayer something to focus on as he clawed his way out of a thick haze of barbiturates, the kind used to induce comas, snarling as he forced his eyes open, the white ceiling above greeting him. His vision was blurry when he rolled his eyes to his right to see the saline drip in his arm, noticing that his captors were decent enough at least to clothe him in a thin light blue hospital shirt and pants. And they had properly treated and redressed that wound that bull fucker had landed on him.

William lifted his left arm, hearing a clink against steel. His eyes adjusted enough so that he could see that his was handcuffed to the bed. Both his wrists were handcuffed. He groaned.

For fuck's sake, he cursed exasperatedly in his head. William felt like he's spent most of his life chained to something. First time – lying in that goddamn sarcophagus for tens of thousands of years 'in suffering silence', which involved being bombarded with several eternities worth of fever dreams of watching his homeworld and everybody on it burn. Second time – the hospitality of another offshoot of humanity unlike the Terrans spent in a stasis pod, released by innocent-slaying Beastmen he had the pleasure of listening to their pathetic screams as he inflicted all sorts of inhumanities on them. Third and he swore the last time – here in what he guessed was Vale's hospital under military guard.

Screw this. He was the Unchained Predator. And as he tore his binds straight off the bed rails they shouldn't have settled for handcuffs. Reaching for the EKG wire tapped over his heart he paused, realizing he would most likely sound the alarm once it started flatlining. And he saw the three Knights left to personally guard him in the room pointing their blasters at him.

'Remain where you are or we will use force,' the robots blurted.

'…' William smirked, tore the drip out of his arm and disconnected himself from the EKG.

(Hallway)

The two Marines standing guard outside the door turned to see four more of their unit shadowing a mobile cryostasis unit that hovered towards them. One of the guards stepped in front of them, 'We didn't get word. Order's come through?'

'Yeah, the sarge wants him in transit before Ozpin strongarms the General into keeping the soulless freak in Vale.' The Marines had their assault rifles primed. 'Give him another dose and let's put him on ice.' Suddenly they realized, 'Hey, I thought Schnee ordered a guard on him at all times.'

'Relax, that's what the Knights are for.'

That Marine found himself eating his own words when door caved in under the weight of the Knight that was flung through it and skidding across the hallway, doctors, nurses and patients leaping out its way, sparks flying out of where it's head and both its arms should be.

'Combat positions!'

Rifles primed they entered into the room, their jaws nearly dropping in collective disbelief in seeing Blazkowicz with his left hand wrapped around a Knight's head smashing it against the wall. He turned toward the Marines, dropping the mangled droid to the ground where it went offline, not too far away from the other Knight that had its left arm in its blade configuration impaled threw its head. Smoke rose from the torn fabric of his hospital clothes and laser burns on his arms and chest, Blazkowicz looking like he was simply ignoring the pain. Not bearing with it with teeth-clenched, just plain ignoring it.

'Put your hands up in your in the air right now!' one of the Marine exclaimed, ready to shoot him in between his eyes in case his aggression triggered the Grimm. 'You're either leaving this building in cryo or in a body bag! Your choice!' Blazkowicz frowned and cracked his knuckles, before hooking his foot underneath the stool beside his bed and kicking it toward the Marine, hitting him in the forehead and knocking him flat on his ass back out in the hallwaay 'FUCK! Drop him!' the Marine shouted in pain. 'FUCKING DROP-'

'YAAAHHHH!' The Marines were all bowled over by a red blur that sent them all sliding down the hall, their rifles sliced in half and ending up in pieces all over the floor. Standing outside the door was a girl in a red dress wielding a scythe. 'Leave William alone!' Ruby exclaimed. 'He hasn't done anything to anyone!'

The Marine corporal groaned, 'What the-?'

'Apologies, corporal?' the Marines looked up to see around, their rifles aimed at Professor Ozpin calmly walking down the hall towards them, a coffee mug in hand. 'With Specialist Schnee's cooperation, I believe I and Miss Rose here might be able to persuade our guest to come peaceably.'

The corporal did a double-take between the Headmaster and the Reaper. 'Let em' pass!' One bitter thought was in his mind, Let the freaks talk this out.

Ozpin nodded towards them and stepped into the room, Blazkowicz's ruined shirt on the bed and his bare back turned to him as he ran his arm underneath the cold tap, obviously trying to alleviate the laser burn on his arm. He opened his mouth but no words came out when he found himself studying the runes tattooed on the small of young man's back; six of them from the top near his shoulder blades right down to near his buttocks of different shapes. The runes, and the scars all over his muscled frame were enough for Ozpin to know that a great warrior was standing before him and was paying him no mind, like Ozpin was beneath his notice. But over the Slayer's should Ozpin could see that the Slayer was staring at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes a dull silver, and looked like he couldn't give a flake of dried marmite about him.

That was when Ozpin produced what he had been hiding behind his with his free hand: The Marine Doll modelled after his Praetor Suit. William paused when he saw Ozpin step over towards the bed and put the doll down on the bench beside it, triggering the low-quality sound clip. He turned around, Ozpin's mouth forming a thin line as saw even more scars on his arms and chest – all looking like he had been slashed, bitten and mauled to no end.

'William Joseph Blazkowicz III. Have I said your last name correctly?' Ozpin managed to find what he hoped were the right words, 'Are you named after someone in your family?' He smiled, 'Someone...exceptional, maybe?'

'…' William mentally sighed. He looked like yet another self-righteous prick trying to enthrall him. He turned his head toward the doorway to see Ruby. She blushed at the sight of him without a shirt.

Ruby saw that underneath the Praetor suit he was well built for his age, his physique comparable to those underground mixed martial artists types she read about in magazines, except none of them were as heavily scarred as William. 'S…sorry…' Ruby squeaked as she pulled her hood over her head and turned around. 'I'll just…stay out here…' William reached over for his shirt and put it back on, grunting lightly as the fabric brushed over his burns. Ruby looked over his shoulder to see that he was decent, and noticing Ozpin gesturing for her to join them, which she did so. 'William, this is Professor Ozpin. He's the…uh…Headmaster of Beacon Academy.'

'I had just been having a rather interesting chat with Miss Rose,' Ozpin said. 'William raised an eyebrow when turned back to Ozpin. 'That you are from another world. A world called Argent D'Nur.' He paused, realizing how alien that sounded. He smiled, 'Then let me be the first to welcome you to Remnant. It's understandable if you are feeling any anxiety, that you find our world to be different than where you are from.'

No shit, asshole, William snorted. Already it was like meeting Samuel Hayden all over again.

William grunted when he felt his laser burns begin to flare up. Sensing that he was in discomfort Ozpin scanned the room before walking over towards a supply cabinet and removing a burn treatment kit, placing it on the bed right next to William. The Slayer rolled his eyes towards the kit. Opening it he saw burn ointment and rolling up his left sleeve he dolled some out and applied it to burn, before taking his shirt back off as he went about applying ointment to where those Knights had hit him with what he guessed were low-intensity beams. Not powerful enough to kill or seriously injure him but enough to leave a mark. After applying the ointment, he reached for the dressing.

'Hey, let me,' Ruby shyly stepped forward, still blushing at the sight of him without a shirt with his muscles on full display. William paused briefly, she smiled when he handed her the gauze and she unrolled it, gently wrapping it around the burns on his arms, saving his chest for last. At the point William stopped her and did it himself, leaving Ruby to step back, still very red in the face. All the while Ozpin watched their interactions quietly, that William wasn't treating her with any kind of disdain that he was showing him at the moment.

'It's good to see that there is one person in this world you feel you can trust,' Ozpin said, his tone slowly becoming serious. 'I understand it must be big shock to find yourself on another world, and I can just by looking at your scars that you have fought in another war, only to find yourself in ours.' Ozpin paused to allow everything that he just said to sink in. 'I'm willing to discuss how we can continue fighting our respective wars,' Ozpin smiled. 'And how we can save this world. Not just from the Grimm that have existed for as long as our world has, but from the monsters that have also found themselves here.'

'…'

'William?' Ruby's quiet tone was hopeful. 'Say something.'

'…' William blinked. He reached over and grabbed the Marineguy Doll off the bench. 'My gear?'

Ozpin smiled. It would appear he had reached a dialogue with the off-worlder.

(Lobby)

Everyone had expected that the hospital's lobby would be absolutely packed with casualties stemming from the Grimm invasion, but surprisingly enough numbers weren't as high as Vale's authorities had anticipated with people having locked themselves indoors within their shelters. That is too say that didn't mean there weren't any deaths or injuries, as there were still plenty of people either being admitted for life-threatening injuries or their friends and relatives waiting around, desperate for good news on their loved ones.

Standing at the reception with a long line growing behind her Blake was starting to feel angry. 'Alright one more time: What do you mean I can't see Fiona? I was the one who brought her here hours ago!'

'Only family are allowed to see her at the moment,' the receptionist answered coolly, not looking away from her holo-screen.

'I…I just want to check on her, is all,' pleaded Blake. 'With everything that's happened-'

'VCPS is currently tracking down any known relatives she may have in the Kingdom. Unless you a blood relative or legal guardian visiting is restricted to family only.'

'Well until they come I'm not going anywhere,' Blake shot back.

'Waiting room is right over there,' the receptionist pointed towards some unoccupied chairs, eyes still glued to her screen. 'Please stand aside. Next.'

Stepping as far away from reception as possible she slumped down on the nearest empty chair, mentally prepping herself for a long wait, though she knew that Beacon opened its doors in a few days and she would have to find some other place to stay until then. She noticed the blonde girl her age sitting next to her, a small smile on her face. 'Yes?' Blake said.

'I heard all that,' Yang said sympathetically. 'That really sucks.'

Blake frowned, 'You were listening in?'

'Yeah, me and the whole room. It was kind of hard not to,' Yang stated. 'Things were starting to sound pretty heated.'

Blake sighed, 'Yeah.'

For a while they were silent, content to just try and drown out the sounds of the waiting room; people arguing, doctors and nurses rushing to tend to anyone that had just been brought in from the carnage outside and their own troubled thoughts. Yang, that of her sister and her safety around that Grimm-slaying, zombie-stomping badass known as William J. Blazkowicz. For Blake, her deceased friend's daughter, and her enrolment at Beacon Academy and subsequent conversation with Professor Ozpin regarding herself and some unpleasant personal history

'So, you're here to attend Beacon as well,' Yang suddenly asked out of the blue. Blake was startled, feeling like her mind had just been read. She nodded, however. Chuckling mirthlessly, Yang joked, 'No better time I guess, seeing we'll be fighting the walking dead now.'

Blake swallowed uncomfortably as the Cathedral of the Two Brothers back in Marysville sprang to mind. She feigned ignorance however, 'Was that what those things were?'

'According to my little sis Ruby.'

Blake's eyes flew open, Crap. Turning her head toward the blonde she said, 'Really?'

Yang pointed at her neck, 'Nearly bit my neck out so I'm inclined to agree with her. Speaking of whom…RUBY!'

Yang stood up when Ruby emerged from behind the doors leading into the wards. Ruby's eyes lit up when she saw her sister, then she saw Blake, the dark-haired girl looking like a deer caught in the headlights. 'BLAKE!' Ruby cried happily, running right past Yang and grasping Blake by the hands and started babbling, 'OHTHANKGOSHYOUREOKMEANDWILLIAMWERESOWORRIEDHOWSFIONAISSHEOK?!'

'…uh…' Blake swallowed.

Getting over the initial shock of Ruby ignoring her, Yang spun around, 'Wait, Ruby. You know each other?'

'Remember when I said men and William fought zombies in a church, weellll it's so we can rescue Blake's friend's little girls,' Ruby swallowed, that horrid image of the eldest daughter's slit throat coming to mind. 'One of them at least.'

There was no way Blake could run out of there without arousing any more suspicion, 'What are you doing here?'

'To get William.'

Blake showed concerned, 'He's here as well? Is he ok?' Suddenly she saw a beefy-looking, broad-shouldered, heavily scarred young man who happened to be missing a part of his ear emerge from the wards dressed in hospital clothes under heavy escort from Atlas Marines, Professor Ozpin right beside him which did not go unnoticed by everyone in the waiting room. Is that him? That's what he looks under that armor? A human? Their eyes met almost instantly, Blake feeling a little intimidated that he looked so well-built and imposing.

She blushed. He reminded her of the main characters out of one of her novels. Yang noticed and smiled, 'He looks pretty fine to me.'

Blade didn't feel too sure about that. The scars on his face, the dull look in his silver-colored eyes and the way he carried himself like he didn't give a damn that he was surrounded by a heavily armed escort suggested he came from, and thrived, in a world of hurt. Just like a certain other someone she used to know. 'Ms. Belladonna,' Ozpin grabbed her attention with a smile. 'Are you here to check up on Fiona?' She nodded. 'Are you acquainted with Mr. Blazkowicz here?'

Blazkowicz? Blake thought, realizing that it was not name based on something like a flower or even a color. What kind of name is that? Lost in her thought she barely noticed William walking right up to her. 'Um…'

Coin Hack Whirled Of Kelly Game

'Last guy didn't need it anymore,' William said quietly, as if finally answering her question back at the log cabin. Blake had almost forgotten about asking him, at sword point, about where he got that big chainsaw of his, added emphasis as he narrowed his eyes knowingly at her, sending a chill right through her. He and his Marine escorts strolled right past her, leaving her a tad bit afraid.

That exchange didn't go unnoticed by Yang, 'Didn't need what anymore?'

'So you're attending Beacon too?' Ruby asked, hopefully. Blake nodded, 'Oh, that's awesome!' Realizing that William was being moved without she quickly added, 'We'll talk later? I just to need…to…' she pointed at William before running after him. 'Hey wait up!'

Blake turned to Yang, confused. 'She's unusually calm for someone who…went through everything we did,' she remarked, swallowing a bit as her mind wandered back to Marysville.

Yang appeared thoughtful, 'I hope so.' Ruby's not that resilient. The blond turned toward the doors, flashing Blake another smile, 'Blake, was it? Catch you around?'

'Y-yeah.' Blake's thought slowly centered on William Joseph Blazkowicz III. She shuddered a bit. That look onhis faceI swear itwas like being face to face with Adam again.

(RWBY)

(Vale City Police Station, Interrogation Room 1A)

Though the Marine standing guard at each corner of the room had their rifles pointed at him, William felt more confidence in his mortality as he felt the armored plating of his Praetor suit pressurize and fit itself around his torso, flexing his hands and fingers and the bones creak underneath his gauntlets. Glancing down at the table, he saw the rest of his weapons was laid out and appeared untouched, except his heavier arms were still missing. Even those dumb Marineguy Dolls he had felt an impulse to collect throughout his adventure through the UAC Mars Facility, were all here. Wraiths help him, it had to have been narcissism behind his drive to collect each and every one of them.

'I'm still missing a few things,' William said.

'Let's start with your Artificial Intelligence, first,' Glynda said stood in the corner of the room beside Ozpin whom was seated at the table in the center of the room. William turned around to face them, visibly annoyed that she had cut into his train of thought. 'VEGA, was it?'

++Correct,++ VEGA spoke out loud from the speakers in the helmet that was on the table in front of Ozpin. ++I was developed by the Union Aerospace Corporation to oversee the Mars Research Facility.'

'Union Aerospace Corporation?' Ozpin questioned. 'I've never heard of such a company.'

++The UAC is an Earth-based multi-planetary conglomerate, primarily in the research, development and application of technology, space travel and alternate energy sources for commercial, military and civilian applications. ++ William snorted at that last part. ++ Our largest and primary research facility is located on Mars.++

'Earth? Mars?' Ozpin's eyes lit up. 'You mean…humanity exists on other worlds besides this one?'

'…' William felt unsure of what to say, noticing how skeptical Glynda appeared at the mention of humanity existing outside Remnant.

++It was previously thought that humanity existed from Earth, and the realm of Argent D'Nur, William Joseph Blackowicz III's homeworld,++ VEGA continued. ++Though there is still debate on whether the ancient D'Nurian civilization were actually human-++ VEGA paused as everyone noticed William scowled at the accusation that his people weren't human. ++ If knowledge of Remnant was known to the Terran public, the consequences would be considered far-reaching.++

'Same if the Kingdoms knew of this Earth you just mentioned,' Winter spoke up, making herself known as she stepped into the light from the dark corner of this room. 'We have no idea if this offshoot humanity from this 'Earth' should be considered a security threat to Remnant.'

++I assure you, Specialist Schnee, that if the Kingdoms of Remnant were to make contact with Earth's World Government that negotiations would be amiable. Terrans should be considered no different than Remnant humans in society, temperament, hopes and dreams,++ VEGA said reassuringly.

Winter frowned, 'Funny how it's now you decide to converse with us, AI.'

++I was unable to determine if Atlas was benign in its attempt to forcibly remove my backup chip from the Praetor suit,++ VEGA explained. ++Much less if they have the necessary level of hardware to effectively run my software.++

'If you must know Atlas is the most advanced kingdom on Remnant!' Winter retorted, offended. 'And we have the right to judge if your continued existence can be considered 'benign'-'

'Calm down, Winter,' Ozpin turned to her. 'I believe VEGA is still assessing Atlas. Correct?'

++Correct, Professor Ozpin,++ VEGA replied, addressing him by his title. That served to further infuriate Winter, the AI having not paid her the same courtesy. ++Militarism is clearly Atlas' most defining trait.++

'Back to the matter at hand,' Glynda said. 'What about D'Nurians? If that's how one refers to your people; are they open to 'amiable negotiations.'

'…' William downcast his eyes, right before he looked Ozpin straight in the eye. 'My people are dead.' He placed his hands flat on the table. 'And everyone on this rock's next.'

Ozpin blinked, 'What do you mean 'next'?'

++The presence of a cult group in Marysville indicates Remnant is facing a possible Widescale Untethered Cross Dimensional Event on a planetary scale - otherwise known as a Demon Invasion – in the near future.++

Alarmed, Glynda cried, 'W-what?'

'What do you mean 'demon invasion'?!' Winter exclaimed. 'What happened in Marysville?!

++The demonic entities originating from the dimension that has been classified as Hell – alternate terms 'shadow realms' and 'Doom', responsible for the destruction of Argent D'Nur and the aborted incursion on Mars were sighted in Marysville,++ VEGA explained. ++Hell's collective forces known as the Slaves of Doom may be attempting to establish a foothold, and we along with Ruby Rose may have encountered their herald in Marysville's cathedral known as Deag Grav.++

'…Deag Grav?' Ozpin looked like he was a genuine loss for words, while Glynda and Winter looked visibly unsettled. 'Hell,' Ozpin repeated the word to himself, feeling overwhelmingly incredulous in trying to comprehend the word in itself. 'When you say 'Hell', are you referring to-?'

'The kind that exists,' William sharply interrupted him. 'Pure evil.'

++An alternate dimension discovered through study of Martian ruins on Mars by the UAC.++

An uncomfortable silence followed. 'I've…I've gone over Team CFVY's mission report. The investigators sent to Marysville a couple of hours ago reported…disturbing things discovered beneath the cathedral. Things that shouldn't even be possible.' Ozpin looked straight at William. 'You said 'Hell's invasion on Mars was aborted.'

'I stopped them,' William said. 'And I got sent here.'

'By who?'

++Director Samuel Hayden considered Blazkowicz a threat to further UAC sanctioned research and was sent here via interdimensional teleportation,++ VEGA answered.

'Teleportation?' Winter scoffed.

Ozpin sighed, 'Before we continued, I must ask if you have any proof on what you have just told us.' He looked apologetic, 'This world is already facing a great threat that is the Grimm and…I would be relieved if what you said wasn't true.'

'…' William stared blankly at Ozpin. 'VEGA?'

++Are you in possession of a wireless computation device, Professor Ozpin?'

'My scroll?' Ozpin produced his scroll, placing it on the table. William took hold of it, the device immediately waking itself from standby mode.

++Uploading Codex and other relevant files to wireless device.++

Ozpin saw a loading screen appear…

Downloading Files…
10%...
20%...
45%...
65%...
90%...
100%...

++Upload complete. Please take a moment to review UAC files – ++

'VEGA?' William growled, dropping the scroll back on the table. Ozpin retrieved his scroll, noticing the UAC CODEX App and opened it, bringing up the following categories: ENVIRONMENTS, DATABASE, UAC PERSONNEL, WEAPONS, MONSTERS, ARTIFACTS. Ozpin arched an eyebrow and selected 'MONSTERS' and his screen was bombarded by disturbing images of the demons, each one with a different identifying tag underneath it. Glynda felt her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of the 'Possessed' and its entry…

UAC REPORT FILE: GASWST6U

The Possessed are created in a Lazarus Wave event, a phenomenon first discovered by Dr. Olivia Pierce during her Lazarus Project. While most victims exposed to Argent biowaves will expire without further effect, some subjects will absorb traces of Argent Energy and enter a state of posthumous vigor. Despite necrosis on the internal organs (with the exception of the brain), the victim continues to animate and exhibit a low order of sentience for weeks or even months after clinical death. Posthumous brain activity in the Possessed is limited to instinctive behavior. The Possessed are known to be territorial when confronted by the living. When isolated, they will often enter a dormant state for extended periods of time. They will stand, unmoving, for days or weeks at a time until presented with a live food source, or threatened by a predator.

Ozpin looked over the names of the other creatures' entries. He turned back to William, 'How long have you been fighting them?'

'Not long enough,' William replied bluntly.

'Not long enough?' Ozpin blinked. 'How old are you, exactly?'

William's eyebrows raised involuntarily, a brief but genuine look of confusion crossed his features before he shook his head and downcast his eyes in thought. 'Lost track.' He lifted his elbows off the table and rested his hands on his knees. 'Must've been…nineteen or twenty when I stepped into Hell.'

'And how long ago was 'nineteen or twenty?'

William groused. 'Maybe thousands of years ago.'

Now Winter couldn't hold back a scornful chuckle, before scowling at William, 'Your stretching the limits of what's believable, Blazkowicz. You mean to say you're older than the recorded history of Remnant itself? She heard her scroll ring and she checked it, realizing that the Codex was being uploaded to her scroll. 'What the?'

++Check Database files 'THE SLAYER'S TESTAMENT' and 'DOOM MARINE' for relevant information,++ VEGA stated. Glynda's own scroll rang as well, indicating she had received a digital copy of the Codex as well. ++Using your scrolls as proxies I now have access toRemnant's historical archives via your Cross Continental Transmit System.++

Glynda was alarmed, 'What?!'

'Y-you just hacked the CCT?!' Winter cried, in disbelief that their most secured means of communication had been breached so easily, so quickly, using only a simple scroll. What was this AI? How powerful was it? What twisted mind could have created it? Her eyes widened when she realized, 'You just admitted you hacked the CCT?!'

++Consider it a demonstration of how far I will go to ensure humanity's survival. I am now aware of the existence of the four Kingdoms – Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, Atlas – on the continents of Sanus, Anima and Solitas respectively, that have survived a lifetime of conflict, in defense of liberties Earth admittingly takes for granted. I also am aware that the Huntsmen and Huntresses of Remnant faces horror on a daily basis comparable to what Blazkowicz had just faced seemingly a few days prior,++ VEGA paused, allowing everything that had just happened, under his direction, sink in.

'And you just freely gave us each a copy of this compiled data because?' Ozpin asked.

++In the interests of preservation, co-operation benefits mutual goals,++ VEGA replied. ++In this case: Survival of the species.++

All eyes turned on William, who shrugged and said, 'What he said.'

Ozpin sighed, pulling his eyes away from his scroll, 'This…is a lot to take in. What interest would this Hell have in our world?'

'Cause' we're all fuckin' heathens,' William said.

Glynda felt a chill at the mention of that word, 'Heathens?'

++The term 'heathens' were applied to the humans of Argent D'Nur by denizens of Hell, presumably within a religious context as the apparent center of demonic worship is the mysterious, yet-to-be-encountered Dark Lord of the Fourth Age,++ VEGA explained further. ++We must assume the term can be applied to humanity at large.++

Dark Lord? Sounds familiar, Ozpin thought bitterly. 'And the fates of those who won't exalt this Dark Lord?' William looked at him as if he had just asked a stupid question. 'I see.'

Winter did a doubletake between Ozpin and William, in disbelief that he was entertaining what Blazkowicz was saying, 'You can't seriously believe what we're hearing is real?'

++It IS real, Specialist Schnee,++ VEGA said. ++And I strongly recommend you mobilize the Kingdoms right away to deal with the probable demonic threat.++

'How we can trust the word of an unshackled artificial intelligence?' Weiss argued. 'Ozpin, you have to let Atlas take possession of it and Blazkowicz-'

'The facility you were holding William, it was intended to study him was it now?' Ozpin tapped his scroll, bringing up a file report on the facility located in the abandoned mine. He turned to William, 'I think you should know Atlas did manage to find one survivor,' Ozpin said. 'Dr. Lucy Catrice, 'behavioral therapist' her occupation I believe it was.'

William blinked, 'Behavioral Therapist?' What, they brought in a shrink to analyze me in case they decided to thaw me out?

'She said you saved her life,' continued Ozpin. He turned to Winter, 'What use is a behavioral therapist for someone meant to be kept in permanent stasis? And only his heavier, technologically complex armaments were moved to Atlas for further study and his not his armor and more conventional weapons.' He arched an eyebrow. 'You intended to wake him at some point and rearm him?'

Winter swallowed, 'It was…in the event the Atlas Council decided if Subject DN-SIL could be used as an asset in service to the military.' She had the feeling William didn't like being talked about like he wasn't sitting across from the table and glaring at them, so she addressed him. 'General Ironwood noted your prowess against the Grimm…and the White Fang.'

++White Fang. Faunus terrorist group charged with crimes with humanity including murder, theft, kidnapping and sedition against the kingdoms,++ VEGA rattled off.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow, 'And in the words of the investigators that there wasn't 'much left' of all the White Fang you killed.' Glynda paled a bit at the surveillance image of William discharging his shotgun into the face of a White Fang at point blank range, the bodies of other White Fang scattered all over the ground in various states of bodily mutilation. Himself unfazed by this graphic violence Ozpin put his scroll down, 'By those words I'll assume you-'

'Ripped em' to shreds,' William interjected. 'I saw dead innocents so I killed the beastly-eared fucks.' He rolled his eyes at Glynda, her looking at him with disapproval towards his choice of language towards Ozpin.

Innocents? Glynda thought. Sohe's able to tell the difference? That's something at least.

'You don't appear to be surprised by the existence of the Faunus,' Ozpin stated. 'Do they exist where you come from?

'…' William stared straight into Ozpin's eyes. 'They're treated no different here.'

'The Faunus aren't held in high esteem back where you come from?'

'After nearly wiping out humanity at the dawn of creation?' William crossed his arms. 'Nope.' William cracked his neck and leaned back in his seat. 'They never forgot their place.'

Glynda scowled, 'Their 'place'?'

'Animals raised on two feet the old gods to 'punish' humanity,' William explained. 'They should be grateful the Wraiths ordered their worthless lives spared. Or so the history texts go.'

'Do you believe your history?'

'Yeah.'

Ozpin clasped his hand together, resting his shoulder on the table. 'Do you hold any prejudice towards the Beastmen?'

'No.'

Glynda and Winter looked surprised. He just spoke about the Faunus like he didn't give a damn about them, and yet he stated he hold no prejudice towards them. 'And what about the Faunus on Remnant?' Glynda pressed him.

'…' William leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. 'Apart for the ears, they ain't any different than normal people.' The bones in his left hand cracked as he made a fist. 'Any of em' come at me, I put em' down. Hard.' He relaxed his hand placed it flat on the table. 'White Fang's another bunch of fools waitiin' to die.'

Uh…the way he talks, Glynda grimaced. Sounds like he's trying as hard as possible to convey whatever he needs to say and be done with it, or he just doesn't care about how one should speak properly. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. And he sounds like he hasn't spoken in…ever.

Ozpin cleared his throat, 'It's…not that simple. Here, Huntsman and Huntresses pride themselves on safeguarding the world, to protect the innocent, to limit themselves when the situation calls for it, not to engage in wanton bloodshed that would only bring their character and motivations into question,' Ozpin said. 'Don't you?'

'Tried. Didn't work out,' William replied. 'In the end the weak died, the strong survived.' William paused, 'Till' it was just me.'

Ozpin shivered a bit. That sounded way too familiar. 'And you've been fighting these demons ever since?' he asked, piecing everything together. 'Why, though? For justice? Revenge? Making sure Hell cannot spread its domain any further than it already has?

William blinked, 'There a difference?'

'And where did you learn to fight?'

Glynda's eyes widened in horror, dreading where this was going, Oh, no.

William arched an eyebrow, 'Silvered Citadel of Empyrean, outside the City of Argent.'

'They taught you to fight with such brutality?'

'…'

'Did you graduate?'

'Graduate'?' William stared blankly, confused at this new line questioning.

'You see, I'm the Headmaster at Beacon Academy, and besides having an eye for talent I agree with VEGA when he says co-operation furthers mutual goals. Therefore, would you consider-?'

'You cannot be serious!' Winter shouted, visibly losing her cool and startling William with the tone of her voice enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. 'You want him to enroll at Beacon? Absolutely out of the question!'

William looked amused, '…the fuck?' Him? Student? Fuck that.

'Not as a student,' Ozpin stated firmly. 'More in a professional sense. If we are about to face an invasion by otherworldly forces unlike the Grimm we'll need every advantage, including someone who has fought them, who knows how to fight them.' He looked at William, 'In the interests of security, if you agree to remain within the limits of Beacon Academy and Vale City I will do everything in my power to assist you in tracking down this 'Deag Grav.' Resources including weaponry, Dust and transportation will be made available to you.' Winter was about to voice her disapproval again when Ozpin suddenly turned to her, 'Consider this a compromise. If General Ironwood is so concerned about Blazkowicz raising havoc wherever he goes he can rely on me to…' He chose his next words carefully. '…point him in the appropriate direction.'

Winter fired off, 'He's still a prisoner of the Atlas Military and for the sake of kingdoms' security he should be turned over to us and his AI confiscated…'

'He was deprived of his basic human rights and held at a black site, all evidence of which Atlas will no doubt disavow,' Ozpin reminded her. 'Including Blazkowicz.'

'He's not a citizen of any of the kingdoms to that's a non-issue.'

'Either way Atlas doesn't need that kind of embarrassment, especially Ironwood. Does it?'

Winter internally panicked, Shit. She calmed herself down and responded, desperate, 'The General won't agree to any of this.'

'I'll mention it to him once he raises the issue with me,' Ozpin got up from his chair. 'I understand your misgivings, Winter. I don't share them, but I understand. Your sister will be a lot safer and better off if Blazkowicz remains in Vale for the time being.'

Winter frowned and shook her head, 'This is a mistake.' She promptly stormed out of the room, the Marines following after her and leaving William alone with the two professors, the door slamming behind them.

' ...' William turned his gaze away from the door and back at Ozpin. 'Gettin' tired of her talkin' like I wasn't sittin' here anyway.'

Ozpin nodded, 'She's passionate about the protection of her kingdom, try not to hold that against her. Now.' He stared down at him hopefully, 'About everything I have just said.'

'Point me in the right direction?' William drawled. 'Already being used once.'

'You have to know it was your emotions that drew the Grimm, Blazkoiwicz,' Glynda said. 'You were filled with so much rage that you endangered every human being in Vale. It should be impossible, but you proved it's not. So, you must understand what we must do to protect ourselves, especially from you.'

'…' William remembered that VEGA mentioned that Grimm appeared to have been drawn by negative emotions, but it all sounded like bullshit. Just like the concept of Aura, the soul protecting the shell that is the body. 'What are they doin' now?'

Ozpin sensed a hint of concern in his voice, 'The Grimm? The last of them been driven out of the city, and they appear to be retreating back to their hovel throughout the Kingdom. This happened right after you passed out.' He checked his scroll. 'No further activity has been reported thus far, so that means-' Ozpin noticed William glaring at him. 'You don't look happy, but it won't trigger another Grimm invasion.'

'Bullshit,' William muttered angrily. 'Eveythin' about this world. Bullshit.'

'But will you save it nonetheless?' Ozpin asked. 'Will you help us?'

'…' William inhaled, sighing as he got up and walked over to the other table that had weapons and the Marine Guy dolls. Picking up the Keenguy he sat back down in front of Ozpin, putting the doll in the center of the table and pushed it towards him. Glynda tilted her head a bit in confusion of this interaction between the two of them.

Ozpin smiled, 'I assume that's a yes?'

(Hallway)

'So, what was it like seeing shirtless beefcake up close? Didn't you say dressed his laserburns?'

'Yaannggggg…' Again, Ruby blushing and hoping nobody could hear them as Yang ribbed her endlessly as they sat out in the hallway, once again waiting for William and Ozpin to step out. She thought she heard Weiss' big sister yelling through the door, right before it flung open and she stormed out, followed by her squad of Marine in single-file. Winter spared Ruby a contemptible glance, causing the younger girl to shrink on herself, and Yang to wrap her arm around her shoulder and glare right back at her as she headed upstairs.

William stepped out of the room next, wearing what appeared to be a large, hooded poncho that managed to conceal his Praetor suit but leaving his armored arms and leg exposed. Getting over the initial bemusement of seeing him all covered up Ruby and Yang greeting him instantaneously, 'William!' Ozpin followed close behind him. 'Professor Ozpin?'

'I think everyone will be happy to know that Mr. Blazkowicz will remain in Vale for the time being,' Ozpin said.

++Until we are able to determine the location of Deag Grav and why he has been summoned Remnant,++ VEGA added. ++For the moment, we have secured asylum at Beacon Academy.++

'Deag Grav?' Yang growled. 'He sounds like someone that really needs to die.'

++It's death would be preferable.++

Yang cringed, I'm never going to get used to having a computer talk out of this guy's armor.

Ruby smiled happily, 'You mean you're attending Beacon as well?'

The girls were caught off guard when William snorted. 'Not as a student,' Ozpin interjected. 'More as a, shall we say, consultant?'

'…sure, why not?' William shrugged, holding his helmet underneath his arm.

'Ms. Xiao Long, would be kind as to show Mr. Blazkowicz the closest Dust store?' Ozpin asked. 'He's going to need supplies.'

'Sure can, Professor,' Yang grinned. 'C'mon you two.' She grabbed Ruby and Williams' hands and dragged them with her up the stairs as Ozpin and Glynda watched.

'Miss Rose and Xiao Long appear to have taken a liking to our new guest,' Ozpin observed.

Glynda frowned, 'All he's done since he's arrived here is slaughter White Fang and Grimm relentlessly and behave in contempt of authority, and all that somehow manages to earn him Ms. Rose and Ms. Xiao Long's attention.'

'Well, when the person who saves their lives happens to have done those things then it's a given,' Ozpin said. 'And not just those two either.'

'You're referring to Ms. Belladonna and Schnee as well?' Glynda inquired. 'If he was 'sent here' as VEGA claims, then this Union Aerospace Corporation somehow knows Remnant exists and could be gathering information on us.' Her tone became serious, 'What if otherworldly forces have been watching Remnant for who knows how long? The Grimm, these demons from a literal Hell and humans we never imagined exists on other worlds.'

'It is unexpected, I'll admit,' Ozpin said.

'Unexpected?' That's your reaction to all of this?' Glynda waved her scroll at him. 'We can trust Winter and Ironwood to keep this between the two of them for the sake of public order but if the existence of humanity living on other worlds and demons from literal, physical Hell becomes common knowledge…'

'I know, Glynda. Panic and mass hysteria,' Ozpin nodded. 'But then again once these demons do arrive in force, panic and mass hysteria is assured. Either way, the Grimm will be drawn to it, and it will be way worse than Williams' arrival.'

Glynda crossed her arms. '…I don't trust him,' she admitted worriedly. She scowled, 'So far he's shown to me that he's nothing but a foul-mouthed, disrespectful, hateful butcher who doesn't care what people think of him and prefers to let an AI speak for him, the complete opposite of how a Huntsman should act – a product of a bloodthirsty, xenophobic warrior culture. And it was obvious the artificial intelligence was trying to manipulate us, probably at the behest of this UAC.'

'I don't condone his behavior either, but if what this information VEGA's given us is valid, it's understandable given what's he's been through. As for VEGA and this Corporation, we will cross that bridge when we come to it.' Ozpin looked at Glynda amusingly. 'And the way you just phrased all that it sounds like you're determined to curb Williams' worst traits.'

Glynda harrumphed. 'If Beacon is going to be his base of operations for the time being, then it'll be for the good of the Academy. Who knows what influence he will have on the student body if he's permitted contact with them.'

'Though I believe Miss Rose may be able to temper him.' Ozpin said. 'A smaller, more honest soul and an unbreakable force to shield it, in turn will remind him of whatever humanity he has left in him.'

'You want to control him? Is that another reason why that girl was allowed to enroll at Beacon?' Glynda sighed, 'You make it sound so easy.'

Turning to his scroll he played a video clip of the Slayer tearing Reinhold's heart out in defense of Ruby. 'Besides, it can't be coincidence that two Silver Eyed Warriors arrive on our doorstop, one of whom happens to be from another world and proof humanity will live on no matter what happens to us all on Remnant.'

'What would you call it?' Glynda queried, skeptically.

'Providence.'

Again, Glynda looked uncertain. You're already fitting Blazkowicz somewhere in your grand design, are you? she didn't have the courage to say that out loud. It won't end well, or at least it won't end the way you want it to.

(RWBY)

(From Dust Till Dawn, Vale)

'…in other news the Grimm still remaining within Vale City's limits have finally been eradicated, and Grimm activity within the Kingdom is expected to drop considerably within the next few days. Experts are baffled as to what caused the spike of aggression within the Grimm, but many agree the crash of the Atlesian Airship Cloud-9 earlier this morning may be connected…'

It was night time. The Shopkeeper grunted and turned the radio off as he swept the broken glass that used to the front windows of his store. He was thankful his store hadn't received the brunt of the Grimm attack on Vale, only the impact of the airship crashed that shattered his windows and a stiff nightly breeze blowing into his store was all he had to suffer.

'…and here we are.' Not to mention he was in piece and able to serve customer, a familiar-looking blonde stepping into his store, a younger red-dressed girl and a facially-scarred giant in a poncho that was missing part of his ear following after her. 'Hey, old man!'

The Shopkeeper smiled, 'Hello, Ms. Xiao Long.' He discarded the broom, 'I didn't expect you to come by so late.'

Yang cringed at the state of the store, 'And I'm surprised you're even open.'

'In case the Grimm come back, I just want to make sure people know where they can stock up on Dust.' He turned to Ruby and William, 'And who are your friends.'

'Oh, this is my little sister Ruby,' Yang grinned and threw an arm around Ruby, once again pushing her face against the side of her bust. 'And this is…err…William J. Blazkowicz,' She threw her other arm around William's abdomen, hugging both of them against her. 'Jusssttt showing em' around town.'

'…' William blinked, not knowing how to react to Yang's tendency towards the spontaneous.

Ruby however tried wriggling out of her grasp, 'Please don't.'

'Anyways, have fun you two,' Yang slapped both on the back and stepped backward out of the door. 'I've got business that need seeing to.'

'Huh? But aren't you-?' Ruby started to protest before seeing Yang disappear out of sight. She pouted, crossed her arms and muttered, 'Trying to make me make friends by myself again.' She saw William staring down at her all narrow in the eyes and deadpan. 'Uh…not that there's anything wrong with you.'

'…' the Slayer turned to the Slayer. 'Got ammo? Need to load up.'

The Shopkeeper nodded, 'Most of my stock is still intact. Forgive the mess.' He stepped behind the counter, Ruby wandering off towards the back of the store where the magazines were kept. 'What kind of ammunition were you after?'

'Bullets,' William clarified. He reached underneath his poncho and produced his shotgun and heavy assault rifle, slamming them on the counter hard enough for the crystallized dust on display underneath to rattle. 'Shells.' He recalled how he sat those Nevermore on fire on their approach to Vale City. 'And Dust.'

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The tone of William's voice caused the Shopkeeper to swallow a bit.

'Fire and Lightning Dust encased in the .50 metal cartridge, what you find in heavy-duty machine-guns and sniper rifles. Five-thousand rounds, each,' William replied as he tapped on his assault rifle.

The Shopkeeper's eyes lit up in interest. 'You want machine-gun rounds for an assault rifle?'

Williams narrowed his eyes seriously and pushed his shotgun forward, 'Fire Dust, 12-gauge shotgun shell. Five-thousand.' The Shopkeeper nodded and started writing it all down. 'Explosive ammo?'

'Fire Dust is already explosive if you use enough of it,' the Shopkeeper said.

'Bullet enters the body and…' William emphasized with his hands making an explosion gesture.

Ruby put her magazine down. 'Eww…William,' she whined, sticking her tongue out. 'Gross.'

The Shopkeeper paled a bit, 'Timed-explosive bullets? That type of ammunition was banned eighty years ago after the Great War ended. Everyone back then thought it was 'too cruel.' He emphasized with air quotes.

William looked deflated, Pussies.

'But if you're looking for high explosive that you can use for the shotgun than there's more refined Fire Dust,' the Shopkeeper divulged. 'All the way from the Schnee Dust Company. Special order only and very expensive.' He paused. 'Like about fifteen-thousands rounds containing Fire and Lightning Dust for just one person.'

'…' William reached into his coat and produced the letter Ozpin had given him, the one containing a blank check. 'Beacon's footing the tab.'

'And its money well spent,' Ruby chimed in.

The Shopkeeper produced a .50 bullet onto the counter. 'The store only has about two-thousand and fifty left in stock. I can order in rest of it by the end of the week.' William examined the bullet between his fingers, noticing the little glass window in the bullet obviously where he would be able to see the Dust that would fill the bullet. 'Young man, you wouldn't happen to be the Armored Huntsman?' The Slayer put the bullet down and stared the Shopkeeper in the eye. 'People kept talking about a man in armor fighting Grimm throughout Vale and killed another Huntsman driven mad by the airship crash.'

'I'm no Huntsman, old timer' William simply replied without a hint of irony in his voice, his voice drowned out by the sound of the door opening again.

The Shopkeeper felt his breath hitch in his throat when he recognized the orange-haired man whose bangs covered his right eye dressed in a red-lined white suit and black pants with black scarf, a grey scarf and a black bowler hat with a small feather tucked into it. He was accompanied by four other thuggish types in black suits, bowler hats and red-tinted glasses.

'Still open at night in spite of being in a very visible state of disrepair, you're something else old man. Orange Hair smiled. He stared at the back of William's head. 'Hey, colossus,' he tapped him on the shoulder with his cane, looking impatient. 'Would you mind finishing up and taking it someplace else? I got some business that needs seeing to.'

The Shopkeeper backed away from the counter as the men in black suit drew their handguns, 'If you're going to rob me then just take all the money I have and leave.'

William furrowed his brow. 'Whoa whoa...jumping the gun a bit aren't we gramps?' Orange Hair inquired. 'Speaking of which.' He lifted his cane and pushed it against the back of William's head. 'Nice guns. You here to start trouble as well?'

'…'

'I'll take your silence as a no. Now hand's away from the counter where I can see them,' Bowler Hat said. 'No ballistic discount for you.' He turned to one of his henchmen, 'Grab the du-'

'HEY! I forgot to mention there's-' Yang practically kicked the door opened when she unexpectedly returned to the store, and suddenly confront by four familiar looking guys in black suits and bowler hats covering another guy in a white suit and bowler hat. She grinned, 'Soooo…you guys looking fora rematch, eh?!'

Orange Hair frowned, 'And who are you supposed to-?'

'Aw, shit it's her!' one of the thugs cried as he drew his short sword. 'The bitch who trashed Junior's!'

Taking advantage of the robbers' lapse in focus William batted Orange Hair's cane away from his head, following up with a knee strike to his gut, knocking the wind out of him and sending him flying out of the store and onto the road outside, spluttering and coughing as he clutched his gut. D-did a sledgehammer just get pounded into my gut? his pained thoughts sounded loud enough that it felt like it hurt just to think. Felt like it skipped past my Aura and went straight for the softer stuff…ow…

Yang turned on the thug who drew the sword with a left hook to the face that sent him flying through a shelve and towards the Dust chutes tubes, catching the attention of Ruby who put her magazine dawn and pulled her headphones off, extending Crescent Rose and turning the corner to see William drive his left foot against another thug's leg, his Aura breaking underneath the weight of his bone and smashing bone, a splinter of piercing right out of skin of his leg and his pants, leaving him screaming in agony as he dropped to the ground clutching his shattered leg.

'Urghh!' Ruby cried and turned away, never seeing bone stick out of a man's leg before. 'Oh…gosh!'

Neither did Yang, who also recoiled and covered her mouth as she tried to not retch out the sight, the third black-suited mook raising his handgun and pointing it straight at Yang's head. The Doom Slayer swung his armored leg straight at his back, again smashing through his Aura and breaking his back, the sound of spine breaking like a pack of uncooked spaghetti. The thug momentarily appeared to have been wrapped around his leg before he crumpled to the ground a curved, paralyzed, mewling heap. William grabbed his shotgun and the shells, managing to load one shell before the fourth thug lunged for him and grabbed the gun.

Ruby noticed Orange Hair stumbling toward back towards the store, his cane pointed at William with a pained, furious expression on his face. Ruby charged right past William, swinging Crescent Rose and knocking the white-suited thug back onto the street. William wrestled the shotgun out of the henchman's hand, clubbing him over the head with the stock before bringing the barrel between his eyes. Pulling the trigger, he found that a Fire Dust infused shotgun shell had the same effect as an incendiary 'dragon's breath' cartridge, the mook's head was reduced to a fine mist – skin, bone, brain – smeared all over the shop's displays and making for a nauseating display as the headless corpse was blown back against the magazine racks and slumped down to the floor.

The Slayer looked genuinely surprised at the power of the shotgun through refined Fire Dust, the smoke bellowing from the barrel that black and thick. '…whoa…' he muttered.

'Oh…oh shit...!' Yang covered her mouth, never seeing Fire Dust used that way, against a target without Aura and on actual human being. Not Grimm, not Possessed but an actual person. 'You just killed a guy…oh…this isn't cool…!' She turned away from the sight of the dead body, only to see the two thugs William had essentially crippled writhing on the ground and in pain. She turned back to see William stepping out of the store through the window, putting his helmet with one hand and his shotgun other as he strode towards Ruby and the asshole in the Bowler Hat. 'B.J.!'

(RWBY)

Roman Torchwick groaned. All he wanted to do was find a dust store that was still open at the night and regardless of a Grimm invasion and subsequent airship crash, not lose about a thousand lien on henchmen getting the crap beaten out of them by a hard-hitting, armored colossus and his two girlfriends and getting pummeled himself onto the street.

'Welp, this evening's been a bust,' Roman muttered painfully, rolling around on his back to see William standing above him, pointing a shotgun down at him. He discharged the spent shell before inching the smoking barrel near Torchwick's head. 'A really big bust.'

'William, w-what are you doing?' Ruby could see the killing intent all over his face. She smiled nervously, 'We've taken him down so let's leave him for the police.' William suddenly pulled the trigger, a click signaling that the gun was empty, prompting him to load the other shell he still had in hand into the firing chamber. 'Um…William?'

'H-hey big guy,' Roman smiled nervously as the Slayer reloaded the shotgun. 'You should listen to your little red girlfriend. Y-you've beaten me, there's no need to…ARGHH!' he screamed in pain when William drove the still hot barrel of his shotgun into his forehead, the sound and smell of sizzling, burning flesh purveying the sense of all those presents. 'OW, THAT HURT YOU BASTARD!'

'…' William's lips curled into an angry snarl, pushing the barrel hard against Torchwick's head, slamming it against the concrete, finger squeezing the trigger. Somehow, he had a gut feeling this guy was going to be a pain in the ass somewhere down the road so just to make sure, another human gets to die tonight.

Torchwick's eyes widened, 'Oh, shit…' No quip. No smartass one-liner. He's really gonna do it…!

'NO!' Ruby shouted and rushed toward William, arms stretched. 'DON'T KILL HIM!' She just noticed the bullhead flying toward them and fireballs being thrown at them from the cabin. 'LOOK OUT!' At double the speed and the impact of a cannonball she slammed into William, knocking him out of the fireballs path, firing the shotgun close to Torchwick's ear. Screaming in pain Torchwick the chance to get up and run from the store and down the street, clutching a hand to his burnt forehead, a loud ringing in his ears and blood dripping from his burst eardrums. He waved up to the bullhead, a mysterious figure near the side door kicking down a rung ladder for him.

'Ahhhh…ow…that godsdamned power armored ape!' he hissed angrily, unable to hear himself and knowing the burn on his forehead was going to leave a mark. He felt plasma whiz by his right ear as William drew his plasma pistol, leaping up to grab the ladder as both Slayer and the Reaper fired up at the aircraft. Torchwick disappeared into the cabin.

William gritted his teeth and held the trigger down as he prepared a charged shot, now aimed at the figure blanketed in shadows responsible for the fireballs. He could see its left glow yellow along with patterns running up its arms, and for a moment he felt his aim falter when he could sense its power. A power he hadn't felt in thousands and thousands of years.

'…Autumn?'

He gnashed his teeth and fired at the mysterious figure, the shadowy figure shielding herself from the charged plasma and countering with a hail of fireballs that bared down on him, both him and Ruby leaping back to avoid them, William boosting upward to avoid several more shots aimed at them. They suddenly heard Yang bellowing out in might as she leapt out of the store and began unleashing her own shots at the bullhead from Ember Celica, realizing that the ground underneath her suddenly burst into flame and she wouldn't have time to dodge.

Until William boosted toward her, knocking her out of the way and shielding her with his body as the flames erupted underneath their feet, sending them flying down the street and roughly on the concrete. 'OW!' Yang exclaimed, realizing that William had taken the brunt of that attack for her. 'B.J.!' she exclaimed as she got up, already horrified at the idea of someone taking a blow meant for her when she knew she would be able to handle it. 'Are you al-?'

'B.J?!' William exclaimed, already back on his feet, steam rising from his now superheated armor that didn't seem to faze him in the slightest. 'You callin' me that?'

Yang smiled embarrassingly. 'Meh, call if spur of the-'

'YANG! WILLIAM!' Ruby shouted at them before running after the bullhead as it tried to gain attitude. 'LITTLE HELP!'

'C'mon, hardass! Try to keep up!' Yang exclaimed as she rocketed herself after her sister and the bullhead, William following close behind as he felt himself strain to catch up, finger on the trigger of his plasma pistol as he continued firing at the bullhead, cursing the fact his heavier weapons were still nowhere to be found and the ones he had on him were still dry. Eventually the bullhead ascended high enough out of the range of the weapons, leaving the trio to do nothing but watch it and its occupants get away.

'Ah, dang it,' Ruby cried softly, kicking a pebble out of her way.

Still catching her breath Yang turned to William as he took his helmet off. She had to get it out of her system.

'You just crippled those guys and killed one of them!' she yelled. 'All you had to do was just knock them down, you didn't need to go that far!'

'…' William didn't answer, just staring at the ground, sweat pouring down his face from the heat that was rising from his suit. He then looked up her like she was biggest idiot in the world. 'You're kidding, right?'

Yang staggered backward away from in shock before firing back at him, 'We don't kill people. We kill monsters!'

'Yang,' Ruby shivered a bit from the harshness in her sister's tone. '

William snorted, 'Somehow you're still alive?'

Yang's eyes blazed red as she rounded on the Doom Slayer, 'What's supposed to mean?' She cried out before William practically slam his forehead right into hers, her Aura making sure she didn't even stagger back from the impact as they were literally eye to eye, her red orbs against his silvers. She was glaring angrily at him while he just appeared stoic.

'Anythin' else?' William calmly asked.

Not backing down Yang hissed, 'Like what?'

'Hey…HEY!' Ruby exclaimed. 'I think there's other things we need to worry about.'

'…yep,' William turned his head and spat on the pavement. 'Autumn,' he said. 'Wraith-call!'

'Huh?' Yang said. 'Wraith-call?' What's a 'Wraith?'

'Autumn?' Ruby echoed her sister's bewilderment.

'Power of the Wraiths. And Hell consumed em' an infinity ago.' His eyes suddenly widened when it dawned on him that the power of the elements could be wielded on this world. Wielded by individual beings the same way that Elemental Wraiths of Argent D'Nur had.

Yang swallowed, 'W-what do you mean Hell?'

'Um…the place where those demon zombies came from,' Ruby answered nervously. 'William, do you know what's going on?'

There were originally four Wraiths when Argent D'Nur fell, each one corresponding to a different season – Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring. William remembered putting three of them out of their misery, and the Well that their power had been into for an eternity has been shut down in the process, cutting Hell off from their source of Argent energy. Yet, it turned out a solitary Wraith had managed to escape Hell's grasp. And now, this new world William found himself on had individuals that were able to wield the power of the seasons.

If they sent Deag Grav here first, then…

The Hell Priests' after a new power source, William gritted his teeth angrily. It would be the destruction of the City of Argent – the Silvered City, the corruption of the Wraiths and the Fall of D'Nur all over again. William was already putting pieces together, and many of them included that missing fourth Wraith.

His path of perpetual torment continues, and sparing both Ruby and Yang a glance he realized was no longer alone…

A/N: And we've reached the beginning of Season 1. I had hoped to get this out before Season 5's premiere, and I never intended for this chapter to be this long, but I thought it best to set everything up for the rest of this arc, and probably the entire story.

I'll admit, it was hard trying to write Ozpin's interactions with the Doom Slayer and him subtly trying to fit William somewhere in his grand design. It was twice as hard making sure the Doom Slayer wasn't being railroaded into sticking around Beacon and to make him stick around for pragmatic reason, partly the reason why VEGA handled most of the negotiating, and because I wanted to keep William's dialogue as minimum as possible – he's not one for longwinded conversations. He's blunt and always to the point, because why should he waste time conversing when he should be killing something?

Realistically, the Doom Slayer wouldn't be able to track down Deag Grav, much less the cult groups and any more possible demonic incursions without Beacon's resources, modes of reliable transportation and Ozpin's guarantee of protection from Atlas. And the Doom Slayer would be pragmatic enough to realize that.

I'm glad making the Doom Slayer a young man hasn't become (much of) an issue. And no, he has not been de-aged for the purposes of this story. Instead in this fic's reality he's the eldest son of the original Doomguy. Each of Team RWBY's upbringing is a recurring theme so that's going to be part of William's story as well.

Though I believe in DOOM 2016 proper he's the same guy from the classic games that somehow ended up on Argent D'Nur after defeating the Icon of Sin in Doom II. At least that's how I interpret the Doom Slayer's Testament. And speaking of Argent D'Nur I'm interested in developing it throughout the story through conversation and the occasional flashback. I reckon it was like a more HEAVY METAL version of Remnant, with Wraith-worshipping blood knights in power armor wielding big swords and laser rifles curb-stomping demons.

Another thing for those who keep mentioning: The Doom Slayer's armor has NOT been nerfed in this fic. The cast of RWBY relies on Aura for that added power behind their strikes, right? So I can imagine they would be able to at least stagger the Doomguy and if they hit him hard enough they could go as far as chip a bit off the suit, and the Grimm probably hit as hard as the demons as well. The Doom Slayer was picking up armor shards while on the Mars Base so we can assume he was constantly maintaining it throughout the entire game.

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And for those wondering, no William/Doom Slayer will not develop a Semblance. He won't. He'll have to rely on his particular set of skills to keep up with the rest of the cast.

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And in case anyone was wondering, William Joseph Blazkowicz II went by another name: Billy Blaze, aka Commander Keen. Anyone remember him? I used to play the hell out of id Software's platformers when I was younger. That and between Doom, Wolfenstein and Quake id Software was practically my childhood and it's good to see they're making a comeback, even if it's without John Carmack, John Romero and the rest of the original founders of id.

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And thanks for all your comments, favorites and follows. Again, I never expected this fic to the this popular. ^_^