With the sun just slowly peeking over the horizon, the early hours of a new day greet the still burning and Grimm infested city of Vale. Most forces are either pulling back or dead. Almost all civilians have been evacuated from the city, but sadly not all.

Within the now silent halls of Beacon, blood spatter and the occasional pound of flesh dot the walls and floors. The bodies of students and staff haphazardly stored away in a random classroom. Within another classroom, many cloaked figures stand motionless as the Headmaster of the school remains bound to the chair. Another fist flying across his face from Smile.

Bloodied, bruised, and possibly swallowed a tooth or four, Ozpin feels another punch connect to the side of his head. He lets out a muffled grunt through his duct taped mouth as pain bounces around his skull. With that last hit, Ozpin's head just limps to the side as his mind gets a little more fuzzy. Smile grabs him by the hair and lifts his head up, her blood painted smile continuously mocking him. One last punch is placed onto his nose, breaking it as blood immediately pours out. With that done, Smile lets go and walks off to the side.

Ghostface soon steps forward, cracking his knuckles as he stares down the once well respected Headmaster. The murderer rears back a fist for a strike, only to stop halfway as the faint yet audible sound of footsteps are suddenly heard. Slow, heavy, hollow footsteps that catches every occupants' attention. With Ghostface almost completely ignoring the old man in the chair.

Ghostface: About time.

Once Ghostface turns around to face Ozpin, he soon feels pain launch out through his jaw. The Headmaster's feet never secured to the chair, giving him a chance to retaliate with a harsh kick to his assailant's face. Ghostface's head snaps back as he stumbles away, his namesake flying right off and clattering across the floor. The killer grabs a hold of his sore face as the force of the kick turns him away. A feminine laughter coming from one of the other killers.

Ozpin, while still having tape over his mouth, grins at getting at least a hit on one of the people that ruined everything. Also, if he's lucky, he'll get a good look at at least one of their faces before dying. Once he reincarnates, he can come back and avenge all those that have died.

Ghostface lets out a few grunts of pain before grabbing a knife and spinning back around. Revealing.... someone that should be dead. Standing before Ozpin, with a bloody mouth and hellish scorn, is a very much alive member of team CRDL. Sky Lark.

Absolute confusion washing over him, Ozpin's eyes widen in shock at the sight of one of his students he thought died a painful death. Now brandishing a knife to stab him. Before Sky can make it across the room to embed his blade, a hellish sound of a roar and grinding metal bellows out.

Sky immediately stops in his tracks from the sound, the look of anger and bloodlust swiftly replaced with hesitation and slight fear. The young murderer turns around to the entrance of the classroom, quickly stepping to the side not soon after. Ducking under the doorframe and into the room is a tall being in pitch black robes, barely any features can be seen in the dark fabric. The person's head is uncovered, revealing their facial features for all to see. What little features there is at least.

The face is obviously male, strong jaw line and bulky pale complexion. That's all there is to defining looks. The man has not a single strand of hair on his entire head. Eyes a dull green, as if they are the eyes of a corpse. If Ozpin didn't know any better, he could have sworn the guy didn't have a single pore in his face. Almost as smooth as a mannequin head.

Unblinking, the large being just walks forward to the still bound Ozpin. The once distant stomps now resonating throughout the room. He steps in front of the Headmaster, sizing the old man up. Off to the side, Sky spits out a glob of blood in his mouth and wipes what's left off his chin. This catches Ozpin's attention as he remembers that one of his students is a cold blooded murderer and soon glances over to the boy.

This catches the large figures attention as he slowly looks over his shoulder. Spotting the unmasked boy, he soon looks over to the other three and lets out a deep guttural grunt to them. Without a word, the other three reach up for their masks. Two of them easily remove their masks, while the third takes a second to unwrap the gauze of hers.

Each unmasking spirals Ozpin further and further into disbelief on what he is seeing. Each killer, someone that has taken the lives of dozens and brought the city to ruins, is a student of his school. Each one he thought had died in the process like Sky.

Smile, peeling the filthy dirt and blood soaked fabric from her face, reveals the soft smiling face of Nora Valkyrie.

Pig, pulling the mask and wig off her head, shows off even more black hair with the addition of a pair of faunus cat ears belonging to Blake Belladonna. A stoic stare plastered on her face.

Nurse, after spending a few seconds removing the gauze covering her face, reveals to all two familiar rabbit ears on top of her brown hair. The dead stare of Velvet Scarlatina just looking at Ozpin.

The look of confusion remains on Ozpin's face the longer he looks at the four killers that he has been teaching in his school for almost a year. The large man, wanting to answer his unvocalized question, reaches a hand out to the side. Within an instant, a mass of black rises up from the shadows as it contorts and shapes itself to take form. A few seconds later, the dark blob shapshifts into that of Blake in her normal wears. Same blank expression on this one's face as well.

???: A gift... from me.

The tall man slowly "says". His lips not even moving as the words echo in the room with a deep and hollow tone to it. He reaches for the Blake-bouble's head, almost engulfing the cranium, and twists it violently to the side. A harsh snap piercing the the still silence in the air. The double doubles over to the ground, dead. Not long after, its form slowly dissolves to nothing.

The ominous figure looks back to Ozpin and leans in closer.

???: You know who I am?

He slowly says to the gagged Headmaster, not really caring for an answer. Ozpin slowly shakes his head no, somewhat glaring at what he assumes is the leader.

???: You know of the Deities you follow...? The ones who tasked you to save their creations?

Ozpin is taken aback by the question. However, this just piles on more questions to the hundred others he has at the moment.

???: You wish to know so... many things. The who... The how... The WHY.

Not waiting for an answer, the figure launches a hand to Ozpin's neck. This causes the old man to be forced through the chair he was bound to, destroying the furniture into splinters as he is soon lift up to the air. Chains no longer holding him down, Ozpin  grasps the giant's arm to try and free himself. The figure's fingers wrapped tightly around his neck.

???: Your curiosity means... nothing.

His blank face slowly starts to form cracks at the corners, stretching across his face as he continues to stare at Ozpin. Moments later, the cracks streaking across his features begin to grow as the face starts opening up. A black void of nothing takes up where the face use to be as mist-like tendrils start slithering out. Instantaneously the tendrils launch forward and pierce Ozpins face, a muffled scream from the Headmaster echoing out.

Moments later, a glowing green aura begins to be funneled through the tendrils as Ozpin struggles even more. His features practically wasting away as his skin becomes more and more wrinkled as the seconds pass by. His struggles getting weaker by the moment.

Not long after, Ozpin finally goes limp as the life in his eyes are snuffed out. The last of his soul finally being drained, the figure just lets go of the now husk of a Headmaster as the tendrils retract back into his gaping maw. He turns around and looks over to the four killers, his face returning to normal as he utters just one word.

???:... Vacuo.

Without another word, the figure walks over to a dark corner and suddenly disappears into thin air.

With their leader gone, the robed figures soon take their leave as they prepare their travel. The four killers doing the same not far behind, giving their old Headmaster one last look.

With the room now emptied, a few of the onlookers behind the screen read across the words in slight confusion. Questions plaguing them as to what is going on. Who was that weird man? What happens now? Why did four characters that we know just decided to start killing their friends for some cult?

While maybe the first two can be answered themselves, the last one might be a bit more obscured. Maybe some tragedy has befallen on them at a young age, maybe they wanted some semblance of control over other people's lives, maybe they're just batshit crazy. Who knows? All we know is this... You will not get the answers. It is much more fun to leave it in mystery than to spell it out with exposition.

Either way, so ends the tragic tale of almost all those we know and love/hate. From the two people that had nothing better to do, we hope you enjoy or despise this story.