Grimm B2C12

"You're a Grimm," Weiss whispered. "There's no Class above your head. You're nothing more than a Grimm!" My eyes widened as I followed Weiss' eyes, to meet the empty space above the woman's head. I hadn't noticed it at first, too lost in what was taking place. She was right, though. There were no words, no Class and no name. This… this thing wasn't human.

"No such petty laws bind me, child of magic. I would not allow them to. If you must have something to refer to me by, for what little time you have left, then let it by Salem, Queen of-"

"Queen of the Grimm!" Merlot interrupted. He earned a sharp look for that, but didn't seem to notice. "She is the one from which all Grimm spawn, the one who commands and creates them to her whim."

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"You create the Grimm," Merlot said.

"I do."

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"You… you can't give me power?" Merlot asked. He sounded horrified.

"I did not say that, little Mage. I said that I cannot grant you that which I cannot control. I am no dispenser of deity. I control and command the Grimm; that is the power which is mine. Ask something within my ability and I will be forced to obey."