The brother God of darkness was jealous. Grimm are a result of the Dark Brother God's jealousy of his brother. Where his brother was light, life and peace, he was dark, destruction and strife. He did not hate his brother but he did hate that self righteousness of his. They both created mankind over a hundred years ago.
Things were going well. Apart from the difference in worship between the brothers. As he meditated in the middle of his blackened territory, he felt something stir. His brother, the God of Light felt the same thing. They both looked up and saw the leftover energies in which they created the world with, start to condense into a shape.
A shape guided by the fears and prayers of humanity. The energies of both brothers, along with the belief of mankind helped shape the being into existence. The brother God of Darkness snorted and prepared to destroy it but stopped as he began to raise his hand. The beliefs and fear which were shaping it were quite similar to his own nature. Its aspect had formed and a new life was born above the stratosphere. He rose to meet it and found his brother was already there, staring at the baby.
Though it was less a baby and more so a living condensed energy the size of a football. It was white, black and red. Much like his Grimm. Though that was because of humanity's fear rather than any true relation to the Grimm. It had the beginnings of a soul, a divine spark that the brothers themselves held within.
The God of Light looked over at his brother and moved over to him. "You can feel its nature, can't you? What do you think?"
The God of Darkness floated towards the newborn and gently took it in his arms. His own aspect resonated with it. "Death.. It seems the human's tales has helped create something akin to us. I admit, I thought it would be eons yet until humanity made something of this caliber"
"It is the fear of death and of your creations, the Grimm, which molded its aspect and future shape. Its authority over death is all but guaranteed now." The God of Light said with an interested tone.
"We are not giving them to the humans. We have to teach it, lest we ruin the balance." The Dark God held the newborn close, watching as its form slowly solidified.
The God of Light seemed to smile. He hadn't seen his brother show any kind of affection or protectiveness to anything before.
"Very well. I take it you want to care for them? Still, I would like to visit them too. They are our responsibility after all." The God of Light said, seeing his brother agree.
Little eyes opened and stared at the dark horned man in wonder as they slowly floated down back to the planet. The newborn reached out, a small, pale white arm grasping the Dark God's finger and feeling a connection. As if it knew him. It saw the slightest hint of a smirk on his featureless face.
"Yes.. I feel it too, little one. We are quite similar. Worry not, I will treat you well. The both of us will" The Dark God assured, looking down at the newly formed pale face of the new Goddess.
-Remnant: Thousands of years later-
It was hard to breathe. Impossible to see. Her ribs were broken and she could just tell she had internal bleeding. Moving was a monumental task and she hadn't the energy to do so. All she could do was hope. Hope someone could save her life and get her out of this Gods forsaken cavern in the Grimmlands. It wasn't looking good but aside from listening to the sounds of Grimm, her own body protesting in hunger and the winds, she didn't have much else to do but hang on.
*Crackle* She heard the sounds of footsteps.
She held her breath, knowing it likely wasn't anyone friendly. The faunus who attacked her earlier had cut out her silver eyes and rendered her blind. She tried to move as the footsteps led right to her.
"Who did this..?" A calm, yet threatening female voice asked.
~She's not that Faunus but still.. One of Salem's?~ Summer thought, her breath hitching.
"How insulting. To think I'd serve that conniving tart.. Did she attack you, child?" Summer felt her kneel beside her and touch her face.
Her hand was smooth, impossibly soft and gentle but cold. It lacked any warmth but it was soothing, somehow.
'No.. Get it together Summer.. How does she know Salem? Wait, did she read my mind..?' Summer asked herself, hearing a slight snort of amusement in response.
"Yes, I did" The woman responded in amusement.
"Well.. it's no use now. I'm dying here anyway.." Summer sighed, feeling her head gently being propped up.
"You will die, yes. I came for you so you would not die alone. As promised..." The woman said with a nelancholic tone in her voice.
"Promised..?" Summer croaked, getting weaker.
"Yes. Silver eyes. Each and every one of you I will send you off myself. Don't be afraid." The woman then brushed her fingers through Summer's soft red hair.
"Ruby... Yang... Tai... Qrow... R..Raven.." Summer cried out, her breath hitching.
"They will miss you. Such is the price of being so beloved. But you will not die alone, Summer Rose.. Take solace. I warned them once.. twice and third. And still they persist. Still they use my nieces and nephews in their game." The woman grunted angrily, yet the soothing feeling never went away for Summer.
"It's.. self..ish but please.. Ruby is.. just like me.. Don't.. Don't let Salem.." Summer grew weaker as she grasped the woman's cold hand in hers.
"You no longer have to worry, Summer Rose." With those words, Summer felt assured and passed on peacefully.
Though the woman's crimson eyes glowed in outrage as she stood back up and gently felt Summer's soul as it was carried off. She licked her lips as she inhaled sharply through her nose. Summer's body faded into white pedals as she started walking with a purpose. Soon, a haunting and eerie whistle was heard throughout the blighted lands.
-Tyrian Callows-
Running. No, not just running, but fleeing. Desperately trying to escape. He heard it, the whistling. Nothing human could whistle like that. Not even remotely. His heart hammered in his chest as he kept running. Back to the Castle. Back to safety. The Grimm that were usually around had all but fled or hid themselves from the origin of the whistling. They were smart but all Grimm instinctively know what this was. And they were afraid.
Tyrian kept running but it seemed useless. The whistling became louder and louder until he could swear it was right in his ear. He turned around and took a swipe at the air behind him. Only to hit absolutely nothing. Nothing was there and the whistling had stopped. Instead, he could hear his furiously beating heartbeat ringing in his ears. His ragged, hoarse breaths that burned his lungs with exertion.
Looking all around, he could see nothing. There was nothing around him but craggy rocks and spires that jotted the blighted landscape. Until he saw 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
A woman dressed in black. A black hooded cloak, tight black pants and boots and long black sleeves. Her pale toned midriff, cleavage and neck being the only thing seen apart from her pale face. A face, hair color and eyes that reminded him of his mistress. Her irises a burning and hate-filled red. Though what set her apart from his Mistress was the lack of corruption lines and the addition of white wolf ears atop her head and a white wolf tail.
She seemed to be walking towards him, twin sickles in her hands, waiting to carve into his flesh. He prepared to defend himself and was right to. She soon appeared right before him and struck him with her sickle. Raking off his aura like a hungry predator, he kicked her back and screamed in rage before swinging his bladed gauntlets at her.
"DIE! DIE! D-" She punched him in the throat after repeatedly intercepting his fast, manic strikes.
He felt pain through his aura. Far more than he should. He tried to grab her and sting her but he found the head of his tail suddenly severed. Her sickle gleaming with white rose petals falling off the blade.
"N..No! That can't be right! I killed her! I killed her!" Tyrian maniacally howled, trying to stab, hack and slash the woman before him.
Yet all he hit was mist. And the whistling began once more. Even more ominously this time. Tyrian found himself surrounded by mist. Trying to run through only earned him a slash from the sickle and the tell tale sign of his aura dropping. His bloodshot eyes kept moving, trying to see into the fog, to defend himself as the slashes kept going until they drew blood.
His aura shattered and he tried to intercept the hits but he was slowing down. And she was getting faster. Each tiny cut to him, he grew weaker and colder. His blood stained his white clothes as the cuts kept coming. He knew she could have ended this long ago, but she wouldn't kill him so painlessly.
After nine hundred cuts, he fell to his knees and saw her black boots approach him silently. Her whistling ended as she stood before him.
"I.. I know.. you.. You're.." Tyrian found himself face to face with her boot as it stomped his head into the bloodsoaked rock.
"Death. Not metaphorically.. Not rhetorically.. Not poetically or theoretically or any other fancy way. I'm Death. And I've come for you, Tyrian. I'll give you a moment to pray to the Brothers or Salem. But just so you know.. they won't be listening" She said menacingly as she connected her sickles at the hilt.
*SCHK!*
Tyrian wheezed and coughed, trying to find a retort that never came. Then a strange feeling overcame him. He found his vision shifted suddenly. Seeing the sky briefly before settling on the ground. Then the realization hit him when he saw his headless body, his head having fallen unceremoniously onto the ground. Death walked over to the blinking head and hunched down to look in his eyes.
She picked up his head and began carving into his forehead with her sharpened claws as she watched the light in his eyes dim. Satisfied with the message, she placed his head on his body and disappeared once more.
On the head, written in Tyrian's blood was 'I warned you, Salem'
-Days later-
"Where is Tyrian?" The immortal Witch asked, seated in her throne.
"I believe he went to take care of that Silver eyed woman. Perhaps he is still tracking her?" Arthur Watts replied, though sounded unsure himself.
Salem was silent for a moment, until a Nevermore had flown through the window behind her throne. Salem stared at the corvid. The one Grimm type she couldn't control. Its beady red eyes stared back at her as it tilted its head at her. As if to mock her.
"What in the blazes-!?" Arthur jumped, not quite expecting any Grimm to be so bold as to do this.
Salem ignored the broken window and stared at the head the Nevermore had carried in with it. Tyrian's head. And on it, a message.
"You finally act.. Will you not come for me, even now? You send your damned messenger birds to warn me..?" Salem seethed, watching as the Nevermore flew out, leaving the head on her table.
She had gripped the edges of the table so hard, it began to crack. Arthur took the cue to leave, lest he be caught in Salem's wrath.
Hours later, the Nevermore flew into a small town, perching on a young woman's arm. Her fire-colored eyes checking it for any wounds.
"I told you it would be fine. Now stop moving. I don't want to damage your roots, Cinder." Behind her, Death spoke in a soft tone.
"Sorry. It's just.. I don't like seeing animals hurt." Cinder relaxed.
"They're Grimm." Death replied.
"Even still, they're yours. Do you think she'll come looking for us?" Cinder stared out the open window from the motel they were staying in.
Death made an amused sounding snort.
"No. She never changes. Neither of them do. She'll send others. Perhaps even resurrect Tyrian as a Grimm. Those two are stuck in their ways. Speaking of change.. It's time we move." Death stated, finished with brushing Cinder's hair.
"What town now?" Cinder asked, standing up to get ready.
"Vale. Salem crossed the line one too many times." The anger was evident in her voice.
"I'm tired of their games. It's time to introduce a third player."