At her honey’s request, Hel hit another button on the desk and a couple moments later a knock was heard at the door. Hel quickly responded with ‘enter’ and a large, one-armed figure politely opened the door, and walked into the office with his head bowed. It was Junior, and he looked the same as he did the night before, he wore a similar suit without the suit jacket, but instead of it having two long sleeves, the side where his arm was missing was cut in a short sleeve fashion. This cut revealed his freshly bandaged nub where his appendage was previously. “Welcome back Boss and Mistress!” He announced as he bowed to the duo.

Hel just motioned the man to sit, to which he of course obeyed, and walked towards the bloodied chair and sat uncomfortably in it. “Boss, Mistress,” he began, “what do you need from me?” He asked as he looked up at the two figures in red.

Hel diverted Junior’s gaze towards the Reaper, to which he began with, “I Need To Know Where Roman Torchwick Is Located. Or At Least When He Plans On Making His Next Move. Do You Know Anything?”

The large man tensed slightly as he heard his Boss’s voice, but he remained composed and answered the man’s question. “Of course, after our conversation yesterday I looked into both Cinder and Roman. I wasn’t able to find much, but after just a day of questioning around his usual hangouts and the like, I did find out that Roman is still in Vale. He’s been mostly a ghost though, only showing up to collect on debts and stuff like that. If I had to guess he’s more than likely planning something big, or at least something bigger than usual. I apologize for not knowing any specifics, but I’ll keep looking into it.”

“There’s No Need For An Apology Junior, Keep Going” the Reaper said.

“Yes sir, uhm the Cinder Fall person that you told me about yesterday has been moving around in the city a lot. Apparently, she was looking for partnerships, allies, henchmen, and things like that a while ago, but recently she stopped. Most of the underground assumed that she found what she was looking for, so she just stopped all together. Since then, she’s been quiet, not making many moves in the city. The only other thing I found out about her was that she is often seen with her two other people, a darker skinned, mint green haired chick, and a pale guy with gray hair. From what I gathered yesterday and using context clues from our conversation, I’m guessing that you believe that Cinder Fall and Roman are working together, and based on them both being quiet, it seems that that may be the case.” As Junior finished his debrief, his boss stared at him for a moment, and his nervousness rose. “B-b-boss, is there something wrong?” He asked nervously.

For a moment, the masked man continued to stare at Junior, before he began speaking, “Nothing Is Wrong. I Am Simply Admiring How Much You Seem To Impress Me. In A Single Day, You Were Able To Not Only Gather Enough Information To Confirm My Suspicions Regarding Cinder And Roman, But Also Figure Out My Thoughts On The Subject As Well. I Believe I May Have Been A Little Too Harsh Towards You Junior. I Apologize It.”

The large man quickly spoke back, “nah Boss, you really don’t need to apologize to me at all. I was just doing my job, and plus I definitely deserved it. I disrespected you when you requested my presence, and I said horrible things about the Faunus. You’ve treated me the way I deserved to be, actually you were probably a bit nicer to me than I deserved, so this was the least I could do” he said as he bowed again to his Boss.

A small smile formed underneath his mask as he heard Junior’s response, and in that moment, he dropped the top of his mask, revealing his glowing red eyes. “Damn, Junior got completely humbled in a single day, perfect. It seems that you are a pretty trustworthy individual Hei Xiong, you’ve earned my respect. There is no longer any need for me to keep up appearances with you, you now have a place at my table.”

The former gang leader quickly understood the meaning of his Bosses words and in response he stood from his chair and kneeled down in front of the Reaper’s desk. “I promise I won’t let you down Boss! However, I would like it if you’d continue to call me Junior!”

“Of course, Junior, now is there any other important information you need to alert me of?”

Junior rose from his kneeling position and sat back down in his blood drench “The last thing I investigated yesterday was the involvement of the White Fang in Vale, and what I found was… interesting. They haven’t made any moves in the city, no recruitments, meetings, robberies, or anything like that, but they have been actively hijacking dust shipments in other cities and stuff. Most people that I discussed this with think that the White Fang is going to start making moves on Vale’s Dust imports, but as far as making moves inside the city there haven’t been any.”

“Interesting,” the Reaper said as he began thinking, “listen up, I am about to let you in on a little bit of what I have planned for the future, so listen closely.” Everyone in the room scootched a tad bit closer, besides Hel and Scylla, as they were interested in what he had to say. “Firstly, Junior, we will be putting an end to Roman Torchwick’s antics, fully taking control of the underground scene here in Vale. And following that event, we will be taking his place, thus ‘partnering’ with Cinder and her group for a while. There is no real telling how most of this may go down, however we will be joining Cinder’s Faction as her muscle and connections throughout the city. If what Junior said is correct then when we kill Roman, and I take his place, I’ll be able to function as Roman did in Rwby, and I can function the same way Adam did, therefore removing the White Fang completely from the equation. Then they can remain relatively quiet, and out of public disdain for a while.”

The twins accepted his idea with no questions, but Junior on the other hand looked confusingly at his Boss. “What exactly do you need from Cinder Fall? If you kill Roman then you’ll control all of Vale, and then, if anything, you could recruit Cinder and have her work under you. It seems like there would be no reason to become subservient to her.”

“I like where your mind is at Junior, but I won’t be subservient to Cinder in any way, it’ll be more like a partnership. However, Cinder would never work under anybody else considering the fact that she is already working under someone much more powerful” the Reaper explained.

This response only raised another question within Junior, “who is she working under then?”

“That is not a question I can answer right now, and it may be one that I can never truly answer. However, just know that they are incredibly powerful, even more so than I am right now.” The entire room tensed up and gulped at his response, they couldn’t even imagine someone being as powerful as him, but since he was the one that said it they had no choice but to accept his statement. “Let’s quickly move onto the next order of business, if there is anything else anyone would like to say, now is the time.”

The Reaper looked back and forth between the twins and Junior, and the man perked up slightly with a question. “Uhm, Boss, I would like to make a request.”

“What is it?”

“Will you allow me to get a prosthetic arm to replace the one I lost? I understand the importance of the message it sends, and I promise to continue wearing my sleeve open to show it off as the Mistress requested. However, I feel like I’ll be able to get more work done, and command more people with a prosthetic than without one.”

(Y/N) slightly shifted to look at the woman next to him, surprised by the fact that she was the one who ordered him to always wear a short sleeve on his missing arm. However, he knew that it was a very intelligent move on her part, and accepted her choice as his own, but now that Junior was at least partially in his circle he knew that he needed to appear as a powerful figure. “Yes, you may. Thank you for making the request instead of just doing it of your own volition.”

“Thank you, Boss!” The giant bowed again to show his gratitude towards his superior, to which the man waved it off. After he rose from his bow, a sudden light bulb went off in his mind, “oh yeah, Boss, it seems that people around the city have been spreading rumors about you. They have been calling you The Devil, and some people in the family have been calling you Death himself. The store owners have told stories of making a ‘deal’ with you, which gave them great wealth. That’s more than likely why they have been calling you The Devil, and the men have been admiring your strength so much that that’s the nickname they settled on. ‘One word from him will bring you to your knees’ as they say.”

“The Devil huh? I used to call the man who hunted me down the Devil before I learned of his true name.” He chuckled slightly at the thought, “I can’t lie, I like the ring of the name far more The Grimm Reaper.”

Junior suddenly spoke and yelled, “Understood, Boss!”

“Understood? I guess he means the name change, fuck it whatever, he can do what he wants. The name isn’t really that important anymore anyway.” The Devil ignored the man’s comment, then continued their previous talks, “the next order of business is getting these Henchman in order. If we don’t have a ranking system with some kind of identifiable groups then we won’t be organized, and if we’re not organized then we can’t react to threats or issue orders efficiently.”

Before he was finished explaining things, Hel suddenly spoke up, “oh yeah Hon, that’s the other thing I started yesterday. I told them to organize amongst themselves into groups of ten and told them to decide a leader amongst themselves.”

(Y/N) took a moment to think about what she did before responding, “you really are scarily efficient.”

His response made her glow with positivity, and she twirled his chair to face her, and sat down in the ‘best seat in the house.’ “Well, I aim to please Honey” she whispered seductively. As the twins watched the display, they began giggling uncontrollably like little schoolgirls with blushes on their faces. Junior remained attentive, only looking away slightly at the public display of affection.

“You do please very well” he whispered in response. “That’s a good start, but we’ll need to do a little bit more than that. We have to be able to identify good leaders in each cluster of individuals, ones who would be able to stand head and toes above the rest. Basically, we need to determine the strongest of the members of the organization. Junior, how many men do we have that are absolutely loyal to any of the people in this room.”

“All of the men who were at the club yesterday and the ones who met the Mistress are loyal to you both. Melanie and Miltia garner a lot of attention and loyalty from their strength and beauty, and of course because of their relationship with the Spiders. I have been active in the gang since I was a child, so the veteran members of the family are very loyal to me. In total I’d say there are around 700-800 of them out of the 1200 members that are in the family.”

The Reaper thought to himself, “that’s a lot of people, but I guess it’s to be expected from a syndicate that runs the city. Though, there are a lot of people in the family that aren’t loyal to the guy who is the literal son of the previous leader. The best way to decide way to decide leaders in these situations is simple, let strength decide. People won’t be willing to listen to those who are weaker them, and since we will be the ones issuing them orders, they don’t need to be particularly intelligent. So, we’ll hold a tournament, and the way that they place in this tournament will determine the rank that they receive. In doing this, we’ll be able to register and recognize each and every member of the family that participates and be educated on the strength on each of them, comparatively of course. I need you three,” he said looking at Mil, Mel, and Junior, “to spread the word throughout the organization, and I trust you Hel to organize the event.” She nodded in response, confirming that she had no issue with organizing the event. “The essential information of the event will be one, everyone who participates is under order of the new leader The Devil or Death, two, new powerful weapons and authority will be granted to those who place well, and three, those who fail to participate are enemies of The Devil and the new Xiong Family.”

The group thought about his words for a moment with the twins easily accepting his proposal at face value. However, Mel decided to comment on his tournament idea, “so like, you’re weeding out the idiots that don’t want to listen to you, while finding out the strength of the people that will listen to you? That’s pretty smart!”

Junior quickly followed up after her, “I agree. I’ll support you all in anyway I can, but it may take some time for everyone in the organization to be alerted.”

Hel quickly responded, “that’s fine, we’ll just start with the people here in this club and then move onto the rest whenever we get the chance. Junior, is there any places we could use to begin holding mass fights like this, developing the system will be easy, but organizing the battles themselves may be a bit more difficult.“ The two of them immediately began discussing the necessary tasks and other things they would need in order to accomplish this tournament. Talking locations, supervisors, registry, and all other things needed to get this task completed. (Y/N) added his comments when he felt it necessary and generally led the interactions in the right direction, but overall, he wasn’t needed much. As they continued talking, he took the time to walk around the rest of the club with Mil and Mel accompanying him through his walks. At his presence, the Xiong Family men, VIPs, and the club’s employees immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed to him. News of his arrival traveled fast throughout the underground of Vale, and people were already aware of who he was and how he was not to be taken lightly.

As he reached the main club area, he sat at one of the booths that oversaw the dance floor, and he was quickly approached by a nervous waitress who asked for what he wanted. He politely refused a drink, but the girls that sat on each of his sides ordered some acholic beverage that he didn’t recognize. The only reason (Y/N) was exposing himself to the rest of the club was to let them see who owned the joint now, it would be rather stupid for him not to. However, after a moment of enjoying the club’s atmosphere, he and his entourage headed back up to the main office, where Junior and Hel were still ironing out the specifics.

As he entered the room, Junior turned to his boss and asked an important question. “Uhm Boss, where are you gonna get the funds for the new weapons? You can use the earnings from the club, but it may not be enough. Also, Roman has a lot of control over the Xiong family finances so until we get rid of him the money available to you is limited.”

“Don’t talk to me about managing the money of the organization, Hel will deal with all of that. Don’t worry about the money for the contestants, I have those covered already, and don’t worry about how I’ll acquire the Dust either, that’s covered as well.” In response to his answer, Junior nodded his head in affirmation as he continued to finalized plans with the Mistress.

After a moment of chatting, Hel turned to her head to her man, “Honey! We’ve finished up, so we can get this tourney up and running as soon as possible.”

“Start it as soon as possible, the faster it gets started, the sooner we can get things up and running.” He spoke as he walked towards the window with the twins by his sides, “unfortunately it’s time for me to go, so keep up the great work! You have all done a phenomenal job today, and I expect the same sort of thing tomorrow night as well.”

At his announcement of leaving, the twins that stood by him moved closer to his hooded face and gently gave him kisses on each of his hooded cheeks. After the quick kiss, they simultaneously said, “Bye Bye Bro/Bye Bye Bro!”

The interaction that the twins had with the Boss drew Junior’s attention, but he didn’t ask any questions, he simply faced his Boss and bowed his head again. “Have a good rest of your night Boss!”

After receiving the kisses, Hel sauntered over to her partner and wrapped him into her arms in a deep hug. As she embraced him, she put her head on his own and whispered to the man, “I’ll see you later Honey, be safe, and get some rest ok.”

The sudden showing of genuine affection startled him slightly, and he wrapped his arms around the woman comfortably. “Don’t worry I will, and I’ll see you again tomorrow.” The two of them sat in each other’s warm embrace for a moment before he reluctantly broke the hug and turned back to the rest of the group. “Scylla, come on let’s go” he said, and the black Grimm like tiger leaped from her bed, into her master’s arms. “If you need me, text or call me and I’ll be there as soon as possible, but I guarantee you capable people would be able to handle any scenario by yourselves. I look forward to all the great things you’ll accomplish and tell me about tomorrow. Demonic Walk” as the words left his mouth, he suddenly vanished from the groups sight in a black and red streak.

As he suddenly exited his office, he and his companion teleported through the morning air as they made their way back to their place of rest. He completed his usual travel home routine, teleporting and sprinting his way unseen through the streets of Vale. (Y/N) soon reentered his room silently, replacing his duplicate as smoothly as he usually did, however Pyrrha rustled slightly at his reentry which he found odd, but she soon settled into his actual embrace, so he ignored her original act. He played in the bed for a while, enjoying their company until they began waking up. As their eyes opened, the morning routine began yet again.

The group soon made their way to the cafeteria, fully rested after the long night of rest. As they ate, they reviewed the things they needed to accomplish for the day which included watching Neyah’s matches and (Y/N)’s training session with Glynda. After the short discussion, they continued with their day’s activities, enjoying one another’s company, and using the time that they had been given to its fullest.

Across the world, another woman had begun her daily activities, and was now rushing through the hallways of a noble building as she made her way to her desired location. As she speed-walks through the halls, she took notice of the incredibly decorate interior of the building. Glowing white light flew in through the large paned windows on the east side wall of the manor, the pillars that separated each of the windows were pure white, with the rest of the wall being a light tint of blue. The hard marble floors were the same color, and in the middle of the hall was a long-stripped rug with various shades of blue on each of the stripes. Atop the blueish ceilings were evenly spaced chandeliers that were covered in draping, shimmering diamonds, and on the walls opposite that of the windows were coned Dust lights decorated like candles that illuminated the halls when natural light didn’t.

The hurrying woman zoomed quickly past the decorate statues of the halls, but she soon stopped suddenly at a large wooden door. As the women stopped in front of the door, she heard many male voices discussing things behind it, clearly busy discussing something of mild importance. She didn’t want to interrupt them, as she knew the consequences of an action like that, but she had to because of the information she had just received. After she assured herself for a moment, she hesitantly knocked on the door and waited for a response. She waited and waited, but the people in the room continued to ignore her knocking, so she just decided to open it suddenly.

She placed her hand on the handle and shot the door open while saying “sorry for the intrusion” loud enough for the people present to hear. The entire room quieted down as she entered the room, turning their attention to the intruder. In the center of the large room was a blue marble round table with matching-colored chairs surrounding it. Sitting down in these chairs were men, the majority of which were extremely old looking, and at the head of the table, in the largest chair, was an older, tall man with slicked back short white hair, and a thick white mustache. The man had cold blue eyes that pierced into the heart of the sudden intruder, forcing her to immediately regret her decision of entering the room.

“Darling,” he began with a smile with an icy tone, “why do you barge into my conference room without asking for permission?” The woman tried to explain the fact that she knocked prior to her entry, but she was stopped by the single finger that he raised to his lips. “I don’t wish to hear any excuses hon. Now all I wish to know is what possibly could be important enough to disturb my meeting with these fine gentlemen?” As he asked the question, the rooms men suddenly wondered the same question, and their glares intensified at the woman.

At his question, the woman began speaking nervously, putting on the most genuine smile that she managed, “uhm sir, there has been a large disturbance regarding the business scene in Vale. Sir, I believe that you would want to hear about something like this in private” she said as she motioned to the drive she had in her hand.

As the head of the table saw the importance of the woman’s warning, he stood up from his seat and began addressing the men surrounding the table. “I apologize for my abrupt departure gentlemen, but it would appear that I have some matters that need to be addressed. Please, continue chattering amongst yourselves and enjoy the pleasantry’s that I have provided you, and I will return before you know it.” As he finished his small speech, he moved to the woman by the door to the room and awkwardly wrapped his arm around her side as he led both of them out of the room. He told the woman to follow him as he traveled the halls towards his personal office.

The duo soon entered his personal office and the man nobly moved to sit behind his large wooden desk. His office had a much cozier feel then the rest of the manor due to the warm lighting from the larger glass chandelier in the center of the room, and from the wooden furniture. Lining the eastern and western walls were large wooden bookshelves filled with think books of all kinds, and on the back wall, behind the man’s desk, was a self-portrait of the man when he was younger.

As he sat down in his leather seat, he prompted the woman forward with his finger, forcing her to stand before him. “I thought you had been taught better than to interrupt me when I am meeting with important individuals bitch!” The formerly calm man erupted at the woman standing in front of him, “Sir? Who the fuck is Sir? You will address me by my title, MASTER Schnee! You understand that you filthy cunt!” He yelled as he slammed his hands on his desk.

“Yes Master Schnee! Please forgive me for my idiotic actions, I’ll be sure to be more appropriate moving forward!” The woman said as she bowed deeply to the Schnee behind the wooden desk.

“Forgive? I will not forgive you for such a stupid, embarrassing action, but you will be making up for that mistake later, don’t forget” he said in a lecherous tone as he stared at her clothed breasts. Cold sweats dripped down her now shivering back as she saw the way the man was looking at her, she subconsciously attempted to cover her body, but the man’s gaze pierced through her clothes, and struck her where she was most vulnerable. After a moment longer of his perverted gaze, the Schnee recovered and moved back to the subject at hand. “However, that is for later, now tell me what was so damn important that you had to break me from my meeting.”

“Yes Master Schnee,” she softly spoke as she handed the man the drive, “this is the distress call we received from Prod. Force B, the lead management group responsible for overseeing the manufacturing, refining, and delivering of Dust related products to Vale.” The Schnee plugged the Scroll like drive into his desk and began looking at the distress and the data regarding it as he half listened to the woman talking. “As you can see from the analysis, there has been an extreme abnormality regarding not only sales and delivery, but also order numbers over the past day. The Prod. Team simply cannot keep up with the orders that they are receiving, and in result the entire operation has screeched to a halt.”

“God fucking damnit! Why can’t these fucking idiots do anything right! What are we looking at as far as financial losses, and how fast can we get shit working again?” The older man let of a long sigh as he continued reading the report.

“That’s part of the confusion Master Schnee,” the woman began, “based on our analysis and the interrogation of some of the business owners, we have come to the conclusion that a single man caused this entire issue.” As she began talking, before she could finish her explanation, the old man stopped her once more with an icy, angry glare.

“Bitch, come closer.” At the Schnee’s command, the woman confusingly leaned towards the man sitting behind the desk, and as soon as she got close enough a shocking pain suddenly erupted from her left cheek. The Schnee had rocketed his right hand across the woman’s face, and she flew backwards at the strong impact of the strike. “When I ask you a question you fucking answer it! I didn’t ask who was responsible, I didn’t ask if it was confusing, I asked you what MY losses are! Is that understood you worthless cunt?!?” He stood from his chair, slamming his hands on the desk as he chastised the woman.

The woman quickly stood from her position on the floor, and she turned back to face the angered man despite the pain, “understood Master Schnee” she said softly, holding back the tears that were beginning to build in her eyes.

“Good.” After he got the response he wanted, he sat back down comfortably in his chair and looked back up at the teary-eyed woman. “Now, what are my financial losses?”

“For just this incident alone, the negative costs incurred from operations are approximately $30,000 Lien, but the projected loss for the delayed deliveries is closer to $300,000 Lien. However, the cost of the total Dust that had been stolen is an additional $350,000 Lien, bringing the total projected estimate too approximately $650,000 Lien. Also, this is only if this issue doesn’t continue to persist for longer than this week. If it continues, losses could continue to rise far beyond the scope of our projections.” The woman almost robotically answered his desired question, and in response he began massaging the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“Shit! You said that it’s possible for this to keep happening, why is that?” The Schnee questioned the woman, not caring to look for the answers himself.

The woman continued to keep her face blank as she spoke, responding in a monotone voice. “Like I was explaining earlier, based on our analysis of the purchases and after interrogating the business owners, we concluded that a single person caused the problem. From the same questioning of the owners, we have learned that all the stores in Vale were threatened by a man they call ‘The Devil’ and he stole all their Dust. The owners then tried to overcompensate for their sudden losses by mass ordering Dust from your company, causing the backups and delays.”

The Old man began chuckling at her explanation, “the devil stole their Dust? All of it? And they just let that shit happen? I thought we provided enough ‘Gifts’ to the Xiong Family to make them stop nonsense like this!” The Schnee was beginning to anger the more he thought about these losses. “Do we have reason to believe that this Devil man will strike again?”

“We have evidence that corroborates The Devil being the new leader of the Xiong Family, but the only thing we know for sure is that he at least owns the popular club Junior’s in Vale. Due to the rumor that he is the new leader it is possible that he steals yet again, and we know that he has the power to do so.”

The Schnee took a moment to fully absorb the info he was receiving before he came to his conclusion. “The new leader of the Mob in Vale clearly just wants some Dust to start a war in Vale. That doesn’t concern me, but if he keeps forcing me to lose money because of his retarded antics then it is my problem. Prepare a small gift to give to this Devil guy and tell him to stop stealing my shit or else he’ll be ‘dealt with’” he said.

The woman remained standing in front of the man for a moment, thinking about something. “Uhm, Master Schnee, I wouldn’t recommend doing that.” The Schnee’s expression turned quickly from calm to angered as he glared at the woman who disobeyed him.

“Huh? Bitch, when I tell you to do something, you do it! No questions asked! However, since I’m feeling so nice today, before your punishment begins, I’ll allow you to explain why I shouldn’t go through with my plan.” The old man then leaned back into his leather chair, slouching comfortably in it as he gave the floor to the woman. “Since you’re so smart, please go ahead” he said mockingly.

“Usually, when inventory is stolen numerous things happen, even when it’s up front like this. Police reports are filled, insurance for lost and destruction of property are claimed, and owners tend to look towards the Schnee Corporation for compensation which is rarely given out. On top of all this, most owners tend to limit their on-hand inventory after being extorted, out of fear that it would happen again, rather than increase it. All of this information together leads me to believe that the owners of this business were compensated by The Devil rather than outright stealing the Dust.”

The man took a moment to think about the woman’s proposal, but he honestly couldn’t come up with a meaning from the information she gave him. This left him with only one real option, “what the fuck does that mean for me bitch?”

At his question, she continued robotically speaking to the man, “it potentially means that The Devil plans on paying for Dust in bulk, not just stealing what he can from stores. Therefore, you don’t have to provide him with a gift, it may be possible to enter a business deal with him.”

The old man took a moment to review what she was saying until suddenly a light bulb went off in his mind. “I don’t have to give this low life gangster anything! All I have to do is make sure he’s paying me for the Dust that he wants, and then I can scam him by scaling up the prices of my Dust! Call it an underground black-market tax or something like that. I’m brilliant!” After completing his new idea based upon the things he heard from the woman in front of him, he turned back to her and motioned her to come closer again. “Come closer,” he spoke softening his tone and posture as he eased her closer to him, “don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, just come closer hon.” The woman was extremely hesitant to move closer to the man, but after a moment of fear-stricken pause, she reluctantly moved closer to the Schnee. As she got close enough, the man gently held onto the woman’s face and began warmly stroking her cheek where he had struck her. “Shh its alright now, your okay. You do understand why I had to hit you right? You can’t disobey me, ok?”

In response, the woman simply nodded her head and tried to pull away from the man’s grip. “Hey, look at me,” he said as he roughly gripped her face and forced her to look him in the cold blue eyes, “I love you. I may not say it enough and I know I treat you harshly, but I love you. You know that right Willow?” The white-haired woman could only nod her head in affirmation as she recklessly tugged her head from the man’s hands. The tears that had formed earlier slowly began falling across her pale skin, rolling over her swelling skin. She turned around only a single time, glaring at the man who had caused her so much pain, but the glare had no effect on the sitting man. Willow ran out of the room, tears pouring down her face, slamming the door behind her as she left, leaving the other Schnee alone in his office. “What an emotional cunt” he thought as he hit a button on his desk.

After the button was pushed, a moment later a call had been started, as a man’s voice came from the desk, “hello? Master Schnee, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“I have a plan to combat the issues we’ve been facing in Vale, and I need you to assist carrying out this plan. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Of course, Master Jacques Schnee, anything you need done, will be done!”

“That’s what I expect from you, nothing less. This is what I need you to do, first…” the Schnee then began listing the things he needed to the man to do. The ‘Master Schnee’ gave orders in a very particular manner, telling him the general idea of what he wanted done, but giving him the exact result, he wanted from it, accepting nothing less. Their conversation continued for a while in the man’s office, while on the other side of the manor in a large, empty, lonely room a woman could barely be heard sobbing in her bed sheets.