The Children of the Holy Father. A culture and religion spanning several millennias in complete secrecy from the rest of Remnant. Whether in the shadows or in plane sight, this planet wide organization is only known by those of higher position. Only as mere rumors of a society nearly as old as history. A society that has been preparing for a time of great strife. A culture that has lashed out against the world after one fatal error.

After the loss of some of their brothers and sisters, and the death of His daughter, the Children have set out to correct Remnant's last mistake. Not only as warriors of war, but as preachers of harmony yet to be. To the masses of the Four Kingdoms, they only hear the ramblings of madmen and fanatics. Yet to the few among them, they listen. They listen to the promises of change in their words and the certainty of it all in their voices.

Among them are individuals who now join for the same purpose, yet with different reasons. To some, it is a chance of revenge. To strike back at those who have wronged them. Repentance of past wrongings upon them and those who no longer stand with them. To others, it is their way of helping to better and protect the world they cherish.

On an unmarked road, a large vehicle travels through carrying a hand full of new recruits within. Around four in total this time. Sitting on the left side, sporting a black shirt with a dust infused ballistic vest and jeans, is a snake faunus by the name of Coal Fox. Omega as he calls himself, for whatever ungodly reason. Most noticeable of his features is the injuries he sustained in the past. A deep scar traveling from his left cheek to the bridge of his nose. Prosthetic replacements of his right leg and left arm are the easiest to spot from him. The plastic texture making them obvious on inspection. He peers through his black green tipped hair as he stares at an object in his hands. His yellow serpentine eyes scanning his mask with a painted skull. A crosshair adorned on its forehead. Most noticeable of all is the live snake softly coiled around his neck. His name is Steve.

Sitting next to Coal is a man in a black cloak and pants named Nexus Partisam. Exile, to those that know him. His light brown eyes hidden behind his eye lids as he rested against his seat. Cross armed with his wristblades as a sniper rifle rests on his lap.

Across from them sits the only girl in the vehicle. With no edgy nickname to stand behind, she simply goes by the name of Skylar Yvette. Dark red hair flowing down to her shoulders. With a maroon trench coat over black clothes. She looks over her crossbow, Ardent Whisper, as she continues to look like an Alucard cosplayer. Minus the glasses, hat, and guns.

Sitting next to her, the youngest among them, is Draco. Simply Draco. One of Atlas's (MANY) experiments on people to make super soldiers. Wearing all black, he sports a coat and a hoodie covering his head. His red draconic eyes barely peeking out. Pulling off a half dissent Alex Mercer look.

Besides the sound of the engine, silence befalls upon the group. After a few minutes of nothing, Skylar sets her weapon down and looks around to her fellow passengers.

Skylar:........ Soooo yeah, my name's Skylar Yvette. Nice to meet you all.

Draco and Coal, and little Steve, look over to her for a second. Caught off guard from the sudden lack of silence. Nexus continues to nap. The lab experiment decides to greet her back first.

Draco: Draco.

The snake faunus stores away his mask and extends his real arm out to her for a handshake. She reaches out and returns the gesture.

Coal: Fox. Coal Fox. Omega Coal Fox. Sleeping Beauty over here is Nexus Partisam. Nice ta meet ya.

"Hissss"

Coal: Oh, and this little ass hat around my neck is Steve.

Skylar: Charmed. So how much longer until we get to... where ever it is we're going?

Draco: As the driver kindly put it when I first asked, before you got picked up, "We'll get there when we get there."

Skylar: That was three hours ago. I just-

The vehicle comes to an immediate stop. This catches the group off guard as Draco tumbles over. Nexus finally wakes up and glances around as Coal walks over to the door.

Coal: Talk about plot convenience! Looks like we're here.

As he opens the door, Draco lifts himself up a bit. Wondering why his landing was softer than it should have been. He opens is eyes and sees a dark red color, noticeably two strange mounds. Draco soon looks up and sees that he is actually now an inch away from Skylars' breasts. A look of unamusement plastered on her face as her chocolate brown eyes bore into Draco's. His face sporting the same color as his eyes as they widen.

Skylar:... 3. 2.-

Getting the hint, Draco launches himself off of her and quickly follows the other two out of the vehicle. Skylar flattens out the wrinkles in her coat and soon steps out with the rest.

As the four- ahem, five. Can't forget Steve- exit the vehicle, they see they are no longer outside. But instead they are inside what appears to be a large building. All around they see more vehicles drive in from an entrance behind them along with more recruits making there way further ahead. The four follow suit and make their way with the others.

Up ahead there are multiple doors leading further inside to a sort of meeting. Standing at either side of one door is two guards, helping lead the new recruits in and making sure none of them kill eachother.

Guard1: Right this way. Single file. No pushing, please. There's plenty of room for everyone... Jeez. We're getting more recruits this month.

He looks over to the guard next to him, a ram faunus with his horns curved out. A somewhat bored expression plastered on his face.

Guard2: Mm hmm.

Guard1: It's just surprising now a days. A year ago, no one knew who the Children were. Now, we're going toe to toe with the Four Kingdoms and actually doing pretty well! Best of all, people from all walks of life are joining us. And-

Guard2: Lemme stop you right there. It isn't surprising for most of us because we knew what we were preparing for all this time. We've had spies and sleeper agents in the governments of all four kingdoms relaying information to us on a daily basis. It's no surprise we're a match for them even with some help from the Father. And the whole walks of life thing is kind of bogus when 30% present of them fall under the same category.

Guard1: What do you mean?

Guard2: It's just the same shtick with some of the recruits and even with a few of our older members. "They originated from Atlas, life sucked, and it was probably the General's fault in one way or the other." Seriously, at this rate, we could form our own Anti-James Ironwood Club just for the hell of it.

As they continue to talk, a tall recruit walks in wearing a black cloak. A gas mask covering his head along with his hood. What catches the first guard's attention is what appears to be a... baby dragon sitting on his shoulder? Losing sight of him further in, the guard looks back at his partner.

Guard1: James Ironwood? Isn't that Commander Joshua's brother?

Guard2: And people wonder why he doesn't use his family name. On a completely different topic, did you hear that Pastor Nichts is making a trip to Vale? Something about a public speaking or some shit.

Guard1: Isn't that a bit risky? What, with him being one of the most wanted men to the Four Kingdoms?

Guard2: Not really. Where ever he goes, his Acolytes follow close behind... Creepy bastards. Especially that Tollgerr guy leading them.

Just then, the four recruits from before finally make their way inside. The two guards, along with the others, step inside with them and close the doors. They soon start leading the stragglers to the rest for the meet and assigned missions.

[Location: Grimm castle]

Eve, Penny, and Velvet sit at the kitchen table. With you trying to comfort Ruby from her little mission and Pyrrha taking a head start on her new semblance training, Eve thought it would be a good idea to strike up a conversation with the dynamic psychopaths. So far, it was a bad decision.

Eve: For the last time, you punch line of a ginger, I don't know who Marceline and Arnold are! The more you remention them, the less I feel like you fully compute life right now.

Penny: Well, Marceline is a legless fighter who fights with his feet and Arnold is a thief with strange morals right now. Does that help?

Eve: I'm going to black out from rage.

After a minute of writing, Velvet finally steps in and shows Eve the paper.

Velvet: "She's refering to Mercury and Emerald. They were sent out on a mission to find someone the day before you arrived. For some reason, she can't get names right."

Eve: "sigh" That helps a little. Thank you... Is there anyone else I should know about?

Penny: Oh! There is also Chestnut and Scorpio as well!

Velvet: "Hazel and Tyrian."

Eve: Aaaaannd where are they?

Penny: I believe Father sent them out to Mistral to gather information. That was about a month ago, though. Hopefully they are well.

Velvet: "One of them is a building with feet who can't feel pain, and the other is crazy. They're fine."

[Location: An abandoned warehouse]

Tied to a chair, bloodied and beyond recognition, is Tyrian. He slowly gains consciousness over time. His one remaining eye flutters open and squints over  the bright light hanging above him. He looks around to the best of his ability and spots something just to his left. Lying motionless on the ground is the hulking mass that is Hazel. The way he is placed, Tyrian can't see his head. There is a lot of blood though.

Suddenly something is thrown on his lap. He quickly looks down and sees that it's the severed head of his colleague. Caught off guard, he didn't see someone approaching him. The stranger suddenly grabs Tyrian's chin and forces him to look up. He sees it to be a woman with dark brown hair, around the age of mid to late thirties, and is wearing a bulky brown duster. She stares down at him with dull blue eyes, hiding great malice for the scorpion faunus.

???: Good, you're awake. Your friend here wasn't very helpful with what I was looking for. You seem like a talkative fella, though. So here's the deal, I'm gonna ask you some questions that I know you have the answers to. Answer them without giving me sass, and I won't shove splinters into your eye socket. For starters. And don't worry about rushing yourself.

She reaches into her coat and pulls out a pistol. Its blue coloration barely worth paying attention to compared to the collapsible blade beneath the barrel. The weapon once belonging to someone the woman knew.

She brings Blue Mist up to Tyrian's head and slowly pushes the blade to his temple. Drawing more blood from the beaten psycho.

???: We've got plenty of time.

[Back to the castle]

Velvet: "I feel like I might have jinxed it."

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Randomfuck: Ho ho ho! Merry Chri-

A/n: IT'S NOT EVEN HALLOWEEN YET, DAMMIT!