RWBY: Moon Reflection

The sound of the biwa echoed again, pulling Crimson into the familiar void as the Infinity Castle shifted. The room around him dissolved into swirling shadows, replaced by a vast chamber adorned with floating lanterns, their orange light flickering against the dark walls. The space felt alive, oppressive, as if it was waiting for the bloodshed to come.

From the shadows emerged Hantengu, trembling and pitiful. His hunched figure clawed at the floor, his skeletal frame shuddering with every breath. Twisted horns curled over his bald head, and his wide, terrified eyes darted around the room.

"W-why…?" he whimpered, his voice frail and quivering. "Why do you chase me? I didn't do anything wrong! You're the monster… not me…"

Crimson remained silent, his katana gleaming in the lantern light.

Suddenly, Hantengu's expression twisted into something darker. His face split in a grotesque display as his body began to tear apart, birthing four distinct demons, each one embodying a powerful emotion.

Sekido, the embodiment of anger, stood tall with crimson skin and jagged horns, gripping an electric staff that crackled with violent energy. His expression was a permanent scowl, his rage palpable.Karaku, the embodiment of pleasure, smirked lazily. His green skin and golden eyes shimmered in the lantern light, his large fan resting casually on his shoulder.Aizetsu, the embodiment of sorrow, had a lean frame and blue skin. His melancholic expression never wavered as he carried a sharp, spear-like weapon.Urogi, the embodiment of joy, with yellow skin and wide, manic eyes, perched like a bird of prey. His large, feathered wings flapped once, sending a gust of wind through the room.

The four demons spoke in unison, their voices overlapping in a chilling cacophony:

"Your fate is sealed, human. We are Hantengu's wrath incarnate!"

Crimson shifted his stance, his blade at the ready.

Sekido struck first, slamming his staff into the ground and releasing a surge of electricity that spread across the floor in violent arcs. The room erupted with crackling energy, lanterns shattering as the lightning surged toward Crimson. With a swift movement, Crimson leapt into the air, dodging the attack.

Karaku laughed, swinging his massive fan to create a powerful gust of wind. The force was so strong it splintered the wooden floorboards and sent debris flying toward Crimson like missiles. Crimson deflected the incoming shards with precise strikes of his katana, his movements fluid and deliberate.

From above, Urogi dove with a piercing screech, his claws extended to tear into Crimson. Crimson sidestepped the attack just in time, the talons raking harmlessly across the floor.

Aizetsu approached from behind, his spear thrusting forward with deadly accuracy. Crimson turned and parried the strike, the clang of metal echoing through the chamber. He countered with a swift slash, forcing Aizetsu to retreat.

Crimson moved with precision, systematically targeting each demon. In a flurry of strikes, he severed Urogi's wings, sending the demon crashing to the ground. He followed up with a devastating slash to Karaku, cutting through his fan and rendering him defenseless. A final, powerful swing decapitated both demons, their bodies disintegrating into ash.

Sekido roared in fury, his attacks growing more erratic. Lightning surged wildly as he charged at Crimson, but his rage left him open. Crimson dodged the strike, closing the distance in an instant. His blade flashed, and Sekido's head fell, his body crumbling moments later.

Aizetsu attempted to retreat, his sorrowful expression unchanged. Crimson pursued, his blade moving faster than the eye could follow. A single, precise slash ended Aizetsu's life, his ashes joining the others.

As the ashes settled, the room darkened, and the sound of a drumbeat filled the air. From the shadows emerged Zohakuten, the combined form of Hantengu's emotions. His hulking frame loomed over the room, his six arms holding drums that radiated an ominous energy. His face was grotesque, twisted with hatred.

"You dare defy us?!" Zohakuten bellowed, his voice shaking the room. "Feel the wrath of my justice!"

He struck the drums, unleashing a devastating barrage of attacks. Shockwaves tore through the room, shattering what remained of the lanterns and splintering the walls. The force was overwhelming, but Crimson navigated through the chaos with unyielding focus.

Zohakuten struck again, creating enormous wooden dragon heads that surged toward Crimson with jaws wide open. Crimson dashed forward, his blade slicing through the constructs with ease. The dragons disintegrated, but Zohakuten continued his assault, the drumbeats relentless.

Crimson closed the distance, deflecting the shockwaves with calculated movements. He leapt high into the air, his blade shining as he descended upon Zohakuten. With a powerful, sweeping strike, he severed all six of Zohakuten's arms before delivering the finishing blow, decapitating the demon in one fluid motion.

As Zohakuten's body dissolved, a small, trembling figure emerged from the shadows: Urami, Hantengu's true form. The tiny demon scuttled across the floor, his eyes wide with terror.

"Please… don't hurt me…" Urami whimpered, his voice trembling. "I'm just a weak, harmless creature…"

Crimson's expression remained stoic as he approached. With one final, precise strike, he ended Urami's life, his blade cutting cleanly through the demon's neck.

The room fell silent, the oppressive energy dissipating as Urami's body crumbled to ash. The lanterns flickered one last time before extinguishing, plunging the chamber into darkness.

The haunting sound of the biwa returned, and the Infinity Castle shifted once more. Crimson stood unmoving as the world around him twisted and reformed into a vast open courtyard. The floor was cracked stone, stained with dark red streaks. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, an unsettling silence preceding the battle to come.

At the center of the courtyard stood Akaza, the Upper Moon Three. His muscular frame was marked with intricate blue patterns that glowed faintly against his pale skin. His fiery orange hair framed his sharp, predatory features, and his piercing golden eyes locked onto Crimson with an intense, unyielding gaze.

But what drew Crimson's attention were the mutilated corpses that lay behind Akaza. Tai Xiao Long's lifeless body was torn apart, his torso nearly severed and his face unrecognizable. Qrow Branwen's form was even worse, his limbs twisted and broken. Blood pooled beneath them, their weapons lying discarded and stained.

Akaza stood over Tai's severed arm, which he casually brought to his mouth, biting into the flesh with a sickening crunch. He chewed slowly, savoring the moment, his gaze never leaving Crimson.

"So, you're the one I've been waiting for," Akaza said, his voice cold yet laced with excitement. He threw the arm to the side, the mangled limb landing with a grotesque thud. "You've got their scent all over you. Friends of yours, huh? They were weak. Pitiful. Not worth a proper fight."

Crimson's grip on his katana tightened, his expression unreadable.

"You… you've got the look of a warrior," Akaza continued, stepping forward. His tone shifted, becoming almost reverent. "A strong fighter. Someone worthy of respect. Show me your resolve, human. Show me your strength!"

Without another word, Akaza surged forward, his speed a blur as he closed the distance between them. His fist ignited with a blue flame-like aura as he launched a devastating punch toward Crimson.

Crimson sidestepped the blow with precision, the force of Akaza's strike shattering the ground where he had stood. Fragments of stone flew in all directions, the shockwave rattling the courtyard. Crimson retaliated with a swift slash aimed at Akaza's neck, but the demon twisted his body with inhuman agility, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Akaza laughed, exhilarated by the exchange. "That's it! That's the kind of fight I crave!" He leapt into the air, spinning as he delivered a series of airborne kicks, each one glowing with destructive energy. Crimson blocked the strikes, his katana moving like a blur to deflect the blows. The impact of each kick sent ripples through the air, cracking the stone beneath Crimson's feet.

Akaza slammed his fist into the ground, creating a glowing circular pattern beneath them. The symbols pulsed with energy, and Akaza grinned. "Let's see how long you can last!" he roared.

The circle emitted a surge of power, enhancing Akaza's movements and allowing him to predict Crimson's attacks. He moved with uncanny precision, dodging and countering with devastating punches and kicks that left craters in the ground. Crimson evaded most of the strikes, his focus unwavering, but the sheer ferocity of Akaza's attacks kept him on the defensive.

Crimson shifted his stance, his katana glowing faintly as he began to counter Akaza's relentless assault. He moved with a calculated grace, using Akaza's momentum against him. A well-timed dodge placed Crimson behind the demon, and with a single, powerful slash, he carved a deep wound across Akaza's back.

Akaza roared in pain, though his expression quickly turned to one of delight. "Yes! That's the strength I've been searching for! Show me more!"

He retaliated with a flurry of punches, each one leaving glowing trails of energy in the air. Crimson met the attacks head-on, his katana deflecting the blows with a metallic ring. Sparks flew as their clashes grew more intense, the courtyard crumbling around them.

As the battle raged on, Akaza began to falter. Despite his incredible strength and speed, Crimson's precision and composure gave him the upper hand. With a series of swift strikes, Crimson severed one of Akaza's arms, then the other, rendering the demon unable to attack.

Akaza fell to his knees, his body regenerating slowly. He looked up at Crimson, a mix of frustration and admiration in his eyes. "You… you're stronger than I thought…" he muttered. "But it's not enough. Strength is everything… and I won't accept defeat!"

Crimson remained silent, his katana raised high. In one fluid motion, he brought the blade down, severing Akaza's head from his body.

As Akaza's body began to disintegrate, he looked up at Crimson one last time, a faint smile on his lips. "You… you're different… from the others. Maybe… maybe there's more to strength than I thought…" His voice trailed off as his body crumbled to ash, leaving nothing behind.

Crimson stood amidst the destruction, his blade stained with blood. Behind him, the remains of Tai and Qrow lay untouched. The sound of the biwa echoed once more, signaling the castle's next shift.