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Taylor felt… hollow.
Not the sharp agony that had been there when she woke up, not the panic when she realized she was no longer in her world. Not the utter pain of burned nerves and a missing arm.
This was different.
A numb ache—like her mind had hit its limit and simply shut the door on...
Chapter 25: A walk with skitter
Taylor followed the red-haired goddess through the winding streets, boots clicking softly against pale stone. The city around them was a riot of color—banners fluttering overhead, runes glowing along archways, and the ever-present hum of magic that made her bugs...
Threadmarks: Chapter 24: Hestia, Hephastus and Freya Oh my
Chapter 24: Hestia, Hephastus and Freya Oh my
Hestia sat back with her hands wrapped around a mug of something warm, content for the moment just to watch.
Hephaestus was already elbow-deep in the project, her movements sure and practiced as she and Ruby worked over the broken scythe laid out...
Hel woke with a violent jolt as something heavy slammed into her.
Warmth spread across her torso—thick, wet, metallic.
Blood. Fresh.
Her eyes snapped open.
A girl lay collapsed across her, trembling so violently Hel felt every shake through her own ribs. Hot blood seeped across Hel’s chest...
Chapter 22: The inbetween
The three newly purchased buildings stood in a neat row, shutters rattling in the evening wind. Dust clung to the windows. The signs were faded. No lights. No life.
Perfectly ordinary structures.
Which meant they survived exactly three seconds.
Hel stepped onto...
The Guild was not ready.
To be fair, no one is ever ready. Especially when Hel was involved.
The receptionist at the front desk took one look at the trio and immediately straightened like she was about to be inspected by the gods themselves.
…Which she was.
“W-Welcome to the Guild,” she...
Hestia was outside sweeping, humming a cheerful—slightly off-key—tune when she spotted the two girls approaching.
She blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then dropped her broom.
“Hel?! YOU DESCENDED?!”
The goddess of the dead raised a polite hand. “Hello, Hestia.”
Hestia’s jaw worked in...
The morning air over Orario was crisp, cool, and humming with anticipation. Ruby stood at the gate leading out of the city, watching the Loki Familia assemble with their usual chaotic confidence. Armor clinked, packs thumped against backs, mages murmured last-minute incantation checks. Even so...
Chapter 18
The sun hung low over Orario, painting the buildings in warm gold as Hel made her way toward the Guild. Ereshkigal walked a half-step behind her, clutching her threadbare shawl, eyes darting nervously at every loud noise or passing adventurer.
“Why is it so bright?” Ereshkigal...
Threadmarks: Chapter 17: Ruby in the beginner class
Chapter 17: Ruby in the beginner class
Ruby Rose was dying.
Not literally (Hel had made her promise not to do that again), but emotionally?
Absolutely.
She sat stiffly at a wooden desk far too small for Crescent Rose’s folded form, surrounded by fresh-faced new adventurers who were all...
Bell Cranell stood at the mouth of the Dungeon.
His heart beat loud enough to drown out everything—the clamor of adventurers, the echo of footsteps, the distant hum of magic beneath the stone.
He swallowed hard.
He really… really shouldn't be here.
Not without a Falna.
Not without a...
A/N: I am not having the best of time at work and was in the mood to push out one of these, it wasnt voted for and it wasnt commisoned so I hope yall enjoy the gift.
The Hall of Remembrance had grown brighter with every passing hour.
What had once been a silent mausoleum now pulsed with life —...
When Hel finally allowed herself to sleep, her body stilled… but her mind did not.
Sleep, for a goddess of death, was simply a shift of awareness.
Her breath slowed. Her vision faded—
—and then she stood in that place full of shadows trees and fog.
“I need to find the rest of RWBY,” Hel...
Chapter 14:
Ruby lay sprawled on the couch on her stomach, hood bunched up near her shoulders, cloak draped over the side like a red waterfall. Crescent Rose rested neatly against the wall, as if even the weapon knew to behave in the presence of a goddess.
Hel knelt beside Ruby, one hand...