Mercy

You regard the assembled Faunus with pity. They had put all of their hopes, desires, dreams, and aspirations into one man, and you had ripped that man away from them in one fell swoop. Some look upon you with awe, others with fear, but above all, they felt grief and misery. You could feel the negative energy permeating through the air like a poisonous fume. Had there be any Grimm left in Mountain Glenn, they would be swarming in a feeding frenzy.

"Now... what to do with all of you?" you muse, placing your hand to your chin in thought.

The Faunus wince at your words, fearful of the retribution you could bring down upon them. You certainly could for the crimes they've committed thus far, but as far as you knew, violent crimes beyond vandalism were things this chapter had yet to carry out, not like Mistral and certainly not like the ones in Atlas who've already assassinated powerful human figures. To the credit of the kingdom, you could at least admit that Vale was far more progressive than its sister territories, not quite to the level of equality that Vacuo could brag, but close. The decision then becomes clear to you if you wanted to push these White Fang back towards their more peaceful roots. You sigh as you make your decision and begin to speak.

"This isn't a decision I can make lightly," you continue. "By all means, you should all answer for your crimes against the Kingdom of Vale and Atlas. Indeed, General Ironwood's fleet is approaching right now as we speak, but ultimately the future of your lives is up to God."

Turning towards your flank, you lift your right hand and focus your powers. By this time, with the number of lovers you've already claimed, you felt confident enough to achieve this level of reality bending. With a sucking pop, you punch a wormhole through space and time, leaving the glittering form of a portal tall and wide enough to accommodate even the most hulking of humanoids on Remnant. Your subjects look upon you in wonder at this display of power.

"I, being a merciful God, have decreed you shall be given a choice. You can either stay here and face the justice that awaits you at the hands of Human rulers, or you can step into the light and rethink your lives in the safety of Menagerie. Seek guidance from your wisest of leaders, not get caught up in the spite of a choice few... fanatics."

You give Adam's corpse a sidelong glance.

"**** begets further ****. Ending the cycle begins with you. Do try not to make me regret this. Now... make your choice."

You step backwards and cross your arms, watching these misguided men and women ponder their options. Some still looked upon you in disbelief, suspicious of your motives for releasing them and expecting the same betrayal they've experienced of Humans in the past. It mattered little to you in the end. For those who left, you knew they would spread word of your mercy and power, planting the seeds for your rule over Remnant after Salem was defeated, and the oppressive ruling oligarchies of the Kingdoms overthrown. Willing subjects were far more useful, after all. They needed, no, thirsted for a new hope. You would grant them such hope.

One by one, the Faunus begin to stand. With shaking, apprehensive steps, they approach the portal with fear and trepidation. It wasn't until the familiar tropical shores of Menagerie shimmered into view did they finally muster the courage to walk forward. Two became ten, and ten became a hundred, many dropping their masks with a clatter. With each passing soul, the remaining Faunus walked with greater confidence, even gratitude, until only one remained. She was a deer Faunus, the one you recalled Torchwick mockingly calling "Deery" at the rally you crashed with Blake. She, like many others, had abandoned her mask as well, revealing deep hazel eyes and the cutest button nose. She pauses for a moment at the portal, and you remain silent as you watch her intent. It was to your great surprise that she faces you and steps forward, leaning up on her toes to plant a light and affectionate kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you," she says quietly with misty eyes.

Without waiting for a response, she turns back towards the portal and rushes through, its shimmering form closing behind her soon after. You stand there in silence for several moments, and a smile forms on your face. With any luck, this compassion would have far reaching effects on the Faunus as a whole. It was then you heard several footsteps approaching from behind, their energy signatures long familiar to you. Team RWBY was a mix of emotions. Yang's eyes held pride, Ruby's awe and admiration, Weiss shock, and Blake... well, you couldn't get a good look at Blake, what with her rushing forward and throwing her arms around you.

"Hey there Kitty Cat," you chuckle lightly as you return the embrace.

"You didn't have to do that," she murmurs into your shoulder. "You could've done anything, you could've even killed them like you killed Adam and yet... you gave them another chance. You gave all of us another chance. I don't know how I can ever thank or repay you."

"Don't worry about paying me back. It was the right thing to do. That's all that matters," you answer.

"I'm... not sure I agree with just letting them go like that," Weiss comments with tight lips now that her initial shock had passed. "But... I'll respect your decision and hope you're not wrong."

"I think it's pretty cool and generous of you," interjects Yang. "If I had any doubts about you before, they're gone now. You have a good heart, Lover Boy."

"Of course now, I'll have to come up with some excuse to give Ironwood once he realizes all the White Fang we had have now disappeared out of thin air," you laugh sheepishly.

"Yeah... about that..." speaks up Ruby, a bashful smile on her downcast face, hands held at the small of her back while she toes the ground with her boot. "I sorta-kinda didn't... tell him."

You blink in confusion.

"What?" you ask dumbly, a sentiment shared by the rest of the team.

Ruby then holds up her scroll, now beaming happily.

"No reception way out here in the mountains! Ironwood could never come even if we wanted him to! So... one big happy ending!"

It was your turn to stutter in disbelief. How did you even miss that little detail? Incredulous at this stroke of dumb luck, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. It was as if it was God's will, and God's will was grace. Happy ending indeed.

With a few more days left in your "investigation" before the Bullhead returned to pick you up, you decided to spend the remaining time training with Team RWBY. Each girl had their own weaknesses and shortcomings that needed sorting out and you were all too happy to help.

Yang's was straightforward enough; over-reliance on her Semblance to bail her out of tough situations and a fiery temper that clouded her judgement. With just a bit more control, she'd be a truly unstoppable **** on the battlefield. Blake was just the opposite; too reserved and unwilling with living opponents. It would be disastrous if she ever came across foes like Adam or Cinder in the future, and with the direction you were going, there would be plenty more such individuals crossing your path. Weiss had a far simpler problem; stamina, just as you predicted. Much to her chagrin, you focused heavily on physical conditioning, something the pampered Heiress performed with grudging acceptance. As for Ruby, her biggest pitfall was impatience. Her speed and agility left her overconfident in her ability to adapt on the fly, leading her to rush in blindly against much more powerful opponents. It took many, many light taps on the back of her noggin before she started catching on to more measured tactics.

Such improvements wouldn't happen over the course of a few nights, you knew this, but with the work you've put in with your girls, you were confident a solid foundation was established, and before you knew it, the day to return to Beacon had arrived. As their proctor you proudly gave them top marks, and for your report to the "powers that be", you fabricated a story that while the remains of a White Fang camp had been discovered in the underground, it appeared abandoned for an extended period of time, and they had taken all of their weapons, Dust, and equipment with them (though in truth you simply banished all evidence into nothing). Ironwood was, predictably, less than pleased, not only at the loss of his mechs but also of any leads to the security breach in Atlas. As for Ozpin, he accepted the report without much complaint, though his eyes told you he knew much more than he let on.

At any rate, it was late in the evening when you finally made it back to your dorm room, collapsing face forward in a heap onto your bed after a steaming hot shower. In comparison to the camp you had in that abandoned apartment, your sheets and mattress felt like heaven on your body. You stretch and groan in pleasure as you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

Everything was going to change now. Salem now knew who you were, Cinder was captured and tucked away in your pack for... safe keeping, and an entire White Fang chapter had been spirited away to Menagerie with tales of your benevolent divinity. A part of you even wondered if you were ready to tackle all these divergent actions in the timeline, but you quickly shook that brief episode of doubt. You were growing more powerful by the day. Unless Salem herself ventured out of her castle to confront you, you had nothing more to fear. A smile on your face, you let your eyes flutter as you prepare to let sleep overtake you when the sudden opening of the front door jerks you awake.

"Hey..." comes a soft voice, a voice you recognized.

"Blake?" you ask groggily. "What are you..."

Your words die in your mouth as she steps forward into the moonlight, revealing her creamy body clad in a midnight-black nightie with lace trims that fell to mid-thigh and sheer, matching stockings. Her cat ears twitch playfully atop her head at your shock.

"Now that we're back at school, I wanted to thank you properly for what you've done," she purrs sultrily as she struts forward, shutting the door quietly behind her.

You couldn't say anything even if you wanted to as this inhumanely sensual cat girl climbs into your bed. She swings her long, perfect legs in a provocative show to straddle you, planting her own, warm crotch against the rapidly growing form of your manhood. Silky, satin panties send electrical sparks up your spine.

"Something's different," you say quietly. "You're not just drop dead sexy right now. It's your intent."

"Can you guess what it is?" she teases with a smirk.

You shake your head no in a lust-struck stupor. She then leans forward to whisper in your ear.

"My heat cycle started today," she says hotly. "And I stopped taking it. My pill."

Your eyes widen in awe at her confession, your cock now as hard as iron.

"I tossed them when we were still in Mountain Glenn so it's only been a few days," she continues, grinding her stifling cunt against you. "I doubt I could get pregnant for a few more weeks even with my Heat but..."

"But?" you ask with anticipation, your hands dropping to her thighs to encourage her grinding.

"But I want to try anyway... with the man I love. Give me your child, Michael. I want to have your babies."