Requested by: Endergirl1012

So I gotta admit this was originally planned to be much longer but I've been writing so many long chapters lately I really wanted to write something shorter to give myself a little break. But Tiana (I'm calling you that because that was your old profile name) or anyone else really, if you wanna see a part 2 (or have any requests at all) let me know and I'm happy to oblige. Hope you enjoy. Oh and this goes without saying but there will be some violence and blood mentioned because Tyrian is an absolute freak show.

Tyrian Callows was bored, and if there was one thing that was high on his very, very long list of things that he hated it was being bored. Nothing seemed to excite him anymore, nobody hired him for his services as much as they used to. Apparently being a serial killer who made a big show of his kills was a bad thing. But to the scorpion faunus being a criminal who's name didn't shake people to their very core just didn't make any sense.

Oh well, Tyrian was currently on an airship bound for the most secure prison in the entire kingdom of Atlas so at least he could have fun trying to find a way to escape. So far there wasn't a prison constructed yet that could hold him.

However, just then, something smashed into the side of the airship, flipping it onto its side and sending Tyrian to the floorboard.

"Finally some excitement," he thought to himself as he worked to get his tail free so it could cut him out of the straight jacket that he was currently bound in.

Once the scorpion faunus managed to break free he felt a blast of cold air as the top of the ship was ripped off. Tyrian then found himself staring into the soulless eyes of a sphinx Grimm.

Ah yes, the Sphinx, one of his personal favorite Grimm. Though if he was being honest he liked all Grimm. Mostly because they were cold blood killers who loved to spread destruction simply because they could, much like Tyrian himself.

The Sphinx opened its mouth and shot a fireball into the already damaged ship, which sent it crashing down into the icy tundra.

The force knocked Tyrian out for a few minutes but when he opened his eyes again he became vaguely aware of the pilot of the prison ship asking what 'something' was before the splatter of blood signaled his demise.

The scorpion faunus then saw exactly what it was that caused the pilot's distress. Something, or rather, someone had been riding the giant Sphinx and it was now making its way toward him. The closer the figure got the more Tyrian could see that it was a tall woman wearing a beautiful black dress with red trim. What was strange though was that this woman didn't appear to be human, not completely anyway. Her skin was deathly white, dark veins ran up the length of her arms and face, and her snow white hair was done up in an intricate bun and was adorned with black gemstones.

The woman's gaze locked on Tyrian and the serial killer felt himself gasp in awe. Her eyes were the same red color as the Grimms' and they held the same bloodlust and love of destruction.

Speaking of the beasts, Tyrian was just coming to the realization that they were swarming around the ship wreckage but they weren't attacking him or the strange woman, in fact they almost seemed to be circling in a pattern. They were making a wall that was meant to shield the twosome. This could only mean that somehow the woman was controlling the monsters.

No this was no ordinary woman, she was a goddess. And she had saved him, provided him with a new surge of excitement and joy.

The woman slowly extended her left hand out to Tyrian as if asking the scorpion man to join her in her mission of destruction and darkness.

Tyrian fell to his knees in reverence before beginning to sob uncontrollably. All of this wonderful chaos was almost too much for him to bear.

"Beautiful..." he cried, "absolutely beautiful."