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Argint, the vampire bat faunus girl, organized her things for attending Beacon. After packing her clothes, hygiene items, and a few other items, she looked toward her weapon, Impaler. A large, heavy spear that was jet black, with the edge of the blade being an ominous red. She picked up the weapon her master, Silva Branwen, had made for her and held it close to her chest as it was one of her dearest treasures. The vampire bat girl smiled as she remembered how she first met her precious master.

Argint back then was barely a person, trained in the darkness of the world to be nothing but a toy to be abused and thrown away after being broken. Her salvation was her beloved master that helped her become a person, and she swore to herself to give her everything to him until her last breath. The vampire bat girl felt she was being selfish in her secret desire to be pampered by her dear master, but she could not help as Silva spoiled her one time for her decided birthday last year, and she wanted to experience it again.

Argint thought back to when her master granted her every request for her birthday, from sucking his blood to cuddling. A blush adorned her face as she repeatedly told herself.

" Bad Argint! No horny!"

Unfortunately, puberty did not let her fantasies stop at more vanilla desires like kissing or hugging but to join him in bed and pleasure him in any way she could. As her mind went deeper and deeper into the gutter, the lower parts of her body felt tingly as she clamped her legs shut and fidgeted. While Argint was trained to be an s*x toy for whoever bought her, she still retained her virginity as it made her more valuable, but she knew how to pleasure men in other ways. To stop herself from going too far in her fantasies, the vampire bat girl slammed her head on her weapons haft repeatedly.

Argint finally managed to calm herself down as her forehead was red from banging her head against Impaler and muttered to herself.

" Argint, your his servant, not his lover!"

After a few moments, she vocally wandered.

" But don't servants serve their masters in "that" capacity?"

The vampire bat girl's mind spiraled back into the gutter as she giggled to herself, only to go back to trying to clear her head by bonking herself as she feels she should not have these sorts of thoughts for her master since Silva had not touched her that way even once since acquiring her. Argint has complicated emotions that stem from wanting to serve her dear master but not backsliding into treating herself as a toy or object for his lust, as Silva wanted her to be a person, not a thing.

This was Argint's daily struggle to find balance in her newly formed desires into wanting to serve Silva but also fulfilling his wish for her to become a proper person. The snow leopard faunus is aware of this struggle for the vampire bat girl but feels it is a good thing for her as it makes her question what she wants, which makes her more of a person than an object.

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My name is Silva Branwen, and within the next couple of days, I will start attending Beacon Academy. Part of me does not want to, as I will undoubtedly be bored out of my ever-loving mind because I know of the subjects Beacon teaches thanks to Soul Archive. I might wind up skipping classes with Neopolitan on occasion since Pyrrha convinced the tri-colored girl to attend the Academy despite her reluctance to become a Huntress. Although I could spend my class periods writing and drawing to give myself something constructive to do, that could work.

As I considered what I would actually do during my time at Beacon, I got a call on my Scroll that listed the caller as Dusty Old Crow. I rarely get calls from Qrow, so I picked up to see what he wanted.

" Hey, Qrow, what's up?"

" Sorry, snowball, but this is not a social call. The Fall Maiden is gone, and Ozpin has everyone on high alert. Considering your connection to "Her," I was wondering if you knew anything?"

I considered the drunkard's question and decided to be truthful since Raven informed him of the entire truth about the current state of the shadow war the old wizard is now one-sidedly waging since Salem has no interest in acquiring the Relics anymore.

" Before I convinced "Her" that those "Items" won't get her what she wanted, she had a protege she was training to become a Maiden for her. The young woman she was training is now operating mostly on her own with minimal support as "She" wants her ex-husband to squirm and jump at every shadow in his paranoia in a bit of spiteful revenge."

" How worried should I be?"

" Not too worried as I can deal with her if she crosses me or anyone I care about, but if she becomes too much for you to ignore, then I will take care of her for you."

I assured Qrow as I had plenty of ways to deal with Cinder without even using Magic because, unlike Salem, she could still die. The drunkard sighed, whether from relief or something else, I can't tell over the Scroll. He then said.

" Thanks for the heads up, snowball, but now I need to figure out what to report to Ozpin on the investigation on my end."

" Oh, one more thing Qrow, can you come to see me as soon as you have a free moment?"

" What for?"

" It's a surprise."

I told him as I plan on telling him about my research on editing Semblances or that I could even steal his Misfortune if he wanted instead of me modifying it after I finish my research so he could have a new lease on life. After all, he is family and deserves a real chance of being happy, plus possibly settling down to start his own family. I could also introduce him to Robyn Hill and see how things roll out from there since I did ship for them in my past life.

Let's see what Beacon has in store for me after all my actions.