3rd pov

As the Doomslayer walks through the forest, he hears gunshots and the sound of flesh being sliced. Naturally, he walks towards it. As he looks through the trees, he sees a village under attack by Grimm, the hunters that are there are being overrun and the people are panicking which attracts more Grimm. I take it that you will help them? Vega asks the Slayer. You know I can't let innocents die, that's why I saved you. You were a bystander in that bullshit that Hayden pulled. And with that, the Doomslayer runs towards the Grimm.

The Grimm collectively turn to the new source of negative emotions, greater than any they had ever felt and charged. As you may know, this was a fucking idiotic idea, but hey, you can't blame them for their primal programming. The Doomslayer brings out his chain gun and opens the Mobile Turret function. The spray of lead that insues causes the grimm to become a fine black mist. Thank god for that Rune that gives me infinite ammo when my armor is in peak condition. I'm sure that you would have ended up winning the fight without it, as usual. Vega replies as the black mist is absorbed into the vents in the suit. The amount of Argent energy that we've absorbed is able to recreate one of the "power ups".

The Doomslayer grins behind his mask and the surviving villagers and hunters run up to him. "Thank you for saving us!" One villager cries out. "Thanks for the help, we couldn't have done it without you." One hunter says sincerely. "If there is anything you need from us in return, don't be afraid to ask. In Resembool, we'll always be ready to help." A female wolf faunus says. Well, it would be nice to try to restart the Night Sentinels again. "Perhaps we could turn this place into a base for a........guild for the lack of a better term. Nobody would be forced to join." Vega says for the Doomslayer. "That........seems like a giant favor to ask." Another hunter says. "We will do a favor for you in the future as extra payment." Vega responds. The villagers and hunters think the choice over. "Sure, we'll welcome your future group with open arms!" A teenage girl with blond hair tied back by a brown bandana, and blue eyes says cheerfully.

"On one condition though." She adds. "And what is your condition, Ms....." Vega says. "The name's Winry. Can I please take a look at you armor?" She asks, holding a wrench in one hand, hearts in her eyes. "I've never seen anything like it, it looks so heavy, yet you walk around in it like it's not there! Can I please just take a quick look at how it works?" She gushes out. What the hell is wrong with her? Vega, don't agree to it! "That seems like a reasonable request." Son of a bitch! The blond girl squeals in joy and somehow drags the Doomslayer away.

Time Skip!

After Winry checks out the inner workings of the Praetor armor. (And makes blueprints to make more pairs) The Doomslayer helps build a hall for the future Night Sentinels and keeps watch for any grimm that will be drawn to his always negative demeanor. The villagers gather marble, granite, and other metamorphic/igneous rocks. Normally, a building of the shape and size that the Doomslayer chose would take decades to build. But with his and the hunters help, it took about a week. (I'm not writing every fucking step of that)

The new Night Sentinel base:

The Doomslayer looks at the Cathedral that was erected. 'This will look even better once the Night Sentinels are reformed. Wait, will we need to find something similar to the wraiths to protect?' "Wow, I never thought that I would see a building this big, built in a week." Winry says, looking in awe at the Cathedral.

Time skip because we need some action in the story

A week later, the Doomslayer is sitting on top of the walls surrounding the village, watching for any threats. How come the only things that pass by and attack are grimm? Suddenly, someone taps on his shoulder. Once he turns around, he sees a man, not quite elderly, but still old standing there. "Excuse me, I am Dr. Tim Marcoh. I would like to join your group as a doctor. You'll probably need someone to do it once your forces grow." The old man chuckles. The Doomslayer nods and smirks slightly, behind his helmet. "By the way, what is your group going to be called?" Marcoh asks. "I believe that The Night Sentinels has a good ring to it." Vega says, posing as the voice of the Doomslayer. Dr. Marcoh chuckles again "I suppose it does. I'm quite suprised that a man who can brutally tear apart Grimm with his bare hands can speak so elequently." He adds. 'What the fuck is that supposed to fucking mean you old peice of shit?'

Over the course of a couple days, Winry also decided to join. She joined as a prosthetics mechanic, in case any limbs were lost by the Night Sentinels in the future.

Meanwhile

In a church in the countryside, a group of people in red robes are surrounding a man chained to the floor on top of a pentagram. "No, what are going to do to me!" The chained man screams in fear. "No worries, you will ascend to a greater form soon. All it takes is a little blood." One of the robed figures say as they draw a flame-bladed dagger. "No, please. NO! GOD PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME! HEEEEEELLLLP!" The man on the ground screams, hoping that someone will hear him. The last things he hears is the sound of chanting and his own unanswered cries.

As his blood runs along the pentagram, it starts glowing. The man's corpse starts to change, first, his eye socket merge to form one eye as his skin decays at an accelerated rate. The robed figures stare in awe, some in fear. One even runs to the door to escape. Once the light dies down, the body stands up and lunges at the closest robed person. The person at the door escapes, throwing their robe on the ground to reveal a female wolf faunus, while running for her life, she hears the fates of her fellow cultists as they are slaughtered by their creation.

As the new Sentinels start to form, the age old adversary of the light reappears. With the aid of those around you, will you rise to the occasion once more, scourge of Doom?

Corrax entry 01:04