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Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:13 pm





The shots had been fired and the invasion started, something happened massively as Tsubasa's hell butterflies fluttered every single direction. Letting the entire Soul Society know the attack had come, this was rather pathetic. But rather than seem serious or even bothered by it he sat down reading a book. Waiting for enemies to attempt and come close, the number had come and before they could even move. Tsubasa released a torrent of power so strong the entire section lit up with lighting. His reiatsu was powerful enough that it could be said he in some cases was Yamamoto's rival. This wasn't a fact, his eyes of crimson stared at the group. They all seemed too frightened to budge as Tsubasa stood merely waiting, three hundred people had been killed instantly by the Captain. Crimson aura filled the air as an intent to kill became clear. His hand closed the book softly letting it shut as he stood up as his gaze looked on at these mere bugs standing in his way. He'd almost vaporized them as he released another torrent of lighting that turned them into ash.

"Come face the Pale, I will send you to meet death!" The last note had a large sum of power put into it. Making the ground shake as some fell over from terror, his eyes glowed and many seemed to be shaking in fear. His form sat down slowly enjoying his book now, nobody could move a muscle. Tsubasa could read everything within several miles with little trouble. Advancing on the Head Captain would be problematic. He didn't seem like he intended to fight them because if Tsubasa did they would of all been dead now. If he'd seriously intended to kill them all his crimson orbs seemed to look up making many jump a few feet back. He simply smirked at the people who seemed to jump every time he turned the page of his book. Some appeared to be preparing energy attacks Tsubasa's gaze fell to them as he raised his hand up. Simply extending two digits he fired a sho big enough to go through their army and slam them into the wall.

Most didn't get back up as he lowered his hand, he could feel everything they were gonna do. Tsubasa wasn't the person people could sneak up on, he was trained far too well. Tsubasa simply bent his wrist sending the fist back at one attempting to sneak up on him. The knocking motion caused the male to explode into a bloody pile, Tsubasa seemed entranced in his book. The entire army had now for the most part given up the idea of attacking the Captain Commander. Perhaps if the leader arrived their point of view would change, but the amount that got in seemed almost not desiring the role fate gave them. Tsubasa turned a page watching them and reading as he look, he'd already caused massive damage to their moral. What else was left to do, he could easily wipe them out if he wanted. But he suspected a bigger bug was waiting, the Head Captain had already proven these insects weren't worth it. The stronger group seemed to be outside of here, he detected high level spiritual pressure.

"I'll give you till ten to leave or I'll kill all of you." Tsubasa closed the book setting it down now as he stood up. Tsubasa's footwork had greatly improved as he got up now. His gaze lingering on the enemies that surrounded the area, they had only one entrance. The others were guarded by kido fields so powerful it would take someone with Tsubasa's level of skills to create an opening. Plus he wasn't alone, he had his clan's members that guarded him here. Making this place a fortress of sorts. The only entrance was the first one, did he intend to draw his sword perhaps. Tsubasa's intentions became clear as the white reiatsu shook the area as he slowly pulled his sword out. It was time, he got ready to go into his footwork now. How would they keep up was the major question as Tsubasa was far faster than most Shinigami. Only Yoruichi and people of her skill could remotely keep up with the male. Tsubasa vanished completely almost teleporting as bodies began falling everywhere, the screams went out.

People were dying here quickly, the Pale Rider had began his ride. The enemy body count would only proceed to go up, but this was little more than a warm up. Tsubasa didn't even begin using Kierudo or his full swordplay as he was holding back. Slicing people in half and moving extremely fast. His sword swings would cast four to five people a swing. Before he appeared back at the entrance, within a second he took out about three hundred more letting the enemy get a good understanding. He had the advantage and Tsubasa was quite used to this. The enemy knew his reputation, he had quite the reputation for the war. He made a name for himself within the Golden Coast, it was here that Tsubasa Unabara's name was cemented. Demons knew him, he defeated Nami and had even to a point shown himself to be able to fight most of them. It was a matter of these people figuring out a way to face him. Tsubasa could simply release torrents of reiatsu and blast them away without effort.

This was the man who'd earned his reputation facing odds like this on a daily basis. The prison and nobles were in good hands, Tsubasa would keep them safe. It was after all the job they were being given it wasn't so simple as they could wait for other things to come. Reinforcements may of came in but just as quickly as they did, they were stunned by the pressure being put out. Tsubasa wasn't entirely alone and they knew getting in was important but how did one pass him? He was fast enough escape was futile and the fact was he could wipe them out in a couple minutes it was really something troubling. He gave his blade a swipe sending blood off it as he waited for them to advance. They trembled so much he could feel them shaking, such fear was something few people could create. Tsubasa was a demon born among Shinigami, he was the only reaper to ever be told. In another life he'd of been one of the most deadly demons in the world. But it wasn't to be, this was his battleground. And whatever came of it these creatures would continue to die without a leadership.







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Artist: Within Temptation - Song: Final Destination - Word Count: 2010
Death. It plagued the land like an unending stench. As the sounds of war were echoed throughout the lands of the Soul Society, the cries of release were echoed into the heaven's. While most would take these screams as painful, terrifying and utterly abysmal -- there was another being who took it as a beautiful occurrence. The chains of this life's agony were being shattered, the bounds that kept them tethered to this ethereal realm of torment were being torn to sunder and the nightmare that was this universes cruel nature had morphed into the endless dream of end for those fortunate enough to perish on this day. It is through these bloodied remains that the dawn of a world filled with the loving embrace of this wonderful end would be forged. The first steps towards the light were being made and it certainly made The Heart of Deveta, up there so high in the sky, fill it's internal spirit with happiness, content and love.

On this grand day? No longer would it wait, no more would it be held captive by this world and no longer would it's will be put to the side of The Demon Queen. In a thunderous clap of power, the light of this societies former way of life would come to an end. As the earth quivered in fear, the heaven's bled into a crimson color and the once shining blue skies were now as red as blood. The multitude of demonic spiritual signatures within the entity of the Seireitei, nay, even as far as the Soul Society itself would be felt going silent. The physical incarnation of these beings were still very much there, but a cold and empty feeling were left in their place. No longer would the beat of life be felt within them, but the cold sensation of death itself.

It is in this moment that the clouds would then darken towards the center, a colossal vortex of pitch black energy morphing and distorting the space into something blacker than the heart of man itself. The rumbling was growing stronger in this moment as the very fabric of existence started to corrode. Buildings were susceptible to begin blending into blackened goo, weaker shinigami and demon's alike were prone to dying in mass droves and all throughout the warfield; from the Rukongai, to the Seireitei itself; a golden light was seen emitting from all the corpses killed on this day as the pulsation of Death's Energy grew stronger. In the middle most section between the earth and the sky, this halcyon aura mended itself into a colossal key with a solidless form. This signified that something massive was coming and it would birth itself into the universe with an ungodly screech of life. For an earth shattering roar boomed throughout the whole of the Soul Society. And although there was a void feeling felt within, the destructive consequence of this would result in the death of tens of millions by the effects of this cluster of energy.

As following this explosion in the skies, the winds within the Soul Society had gusted and whirled around the lands like a category five hurricane; reaching speeds of three hundred miles per hour. It impaled spirits with the rubble remaining from the constant fighting, obliterated the foundations of the Seireitei's wall and spread great destruction throughout the rukongai district as more structures were beginning to crumble under the weight of this act. In fact, the areas in and around the Seireitei were all but becoming drowned within a downpour of blood. Acidic blood that melted flesh, burned through bone and invoked further death within the lands. The kill count at this point was upwards of twenty million, but more people needed to be saved!

So all within this violent torrent of wind would be the collective DE Force of the millions of souls that had passed in this battle. Using even her followers as a sacrifice, the pathway into the dimension of Hell itself was being crafted. Thus, locking on to the frequency of intent, the skies went through yet another change of color and, within a bright burst of overwhelming light, turned entirely golden as sparkles of white light rained down and intermixed with the red blood on the earth. In this burst of all shining colors? Tens of thousands of tendrils each comprised of white and gold energy would shoot off from the skies; each having enough energy from the embodiment of Za Koa to level each individual section of the Thirteen Court Guards.

From Division One all the way to Division Thirteen, these energized spires would seek to decimate the very integrity of their infrusture. More death was needed, more destruction; MORE PEOPLE NEEDED TO BE SAVED! So Khala prayed to the well of boundless power within herself to see the vision of plumes of golden smoke and fire rising to the skies. For even if she were unable to slaughter them all, if just enough people were salvaged, that would bring the utmost of pleasure to her soul; as she would understand to herself that the different incarnation of her spirit that roam this universe would be saved. As in this moment of time? She saw every insect, every piece of grass, every person and even the fabric of space as her own body. The Heart of Deveta, in all of her unhinged mind, was under the impression she was saving herself piece by piece by invoking this force into the world and she'd hope the antibodies that have sickened this godly vessel would not be so easily halted. Please, she prayed to herself, please -- DO NOT FAIL IN THIS EFFORT!

So in this way, a scream of ecstatic glee surged down below the feet of Khala Asthavon and she'd have sent a tsunami wave of decaying force, in the form of a golden burst of light, down upon the whole of the first district. This was NOT an energy attack by any means. It sought to outright evaporate reishi, reduce spirits into food for the physical embodiment of death and break down a person until there was nothing left of them even spiritually; they'd simply fall into the abyss of death and be met with a constant state of total and complete euphoria. No worries, no fears, no trauma's; ONLY RELEASE!

And in another scream of determination, more of the remaining bodies left on the field were fed into this colossal hole within the sky until Khala Asthavon herself was seen descending from within. The time for her to wage war was coming and she couldn't hide within the shadows any longer. To fight for her cause, to battle for herself; she needed to come forth in all her glory. Having tens of thousands of tendrils release from her backside made her more than equipped to deal with a threat that may encounter her, but that wasn't the primary concern flowing across The Demon Goddess's mind. No -- THE BIRTHING OF SWEET HELL WAS MORE IMPORTANT! So with a laugh, a howl and a giggle; she'd these sounds of tens of millions of spirits overwhelm the area before the last of the final foundation were to hopefully be created.

Through great sacrifice, much patience and desire; the fusion of Hell itself would hopefully be felt throughout the lands. From Hueco Mundo, to Earth, to The Soul Society and even K-World and beyond that; the infusion of this dimension would become unveiled to all and no longer would be lost to the shadow's. Forged in the blood of an immeasurable amount spirits, the pathway to this satanic verse was meant to be unfolding before all. So Khala would gaze down ever so softly into Tsubasa's eyes, tilting her head to side as she quivered from the power radiating off of her and the blood of those she sacrificed weighing heavily on her soul. It felt like pieces of herself were finally going back to where they belong; and it caused a golden shaded tear to drop from her cheek while speaking these words.

"Do you not think these small fights are meddlesome? I think I'll just skip to the crucial part and end the damn world. I'll show you that we can escape this place, become freed of these burdens and tear the boundaries of existence until the pains of this reality are nothing more than a distant memory." Holding out her hand towards Tsubasa, Khala would clench it and, wherever he may be, have a gold and black smog attempt to envelop him. There would be no pain, no sort of hostility or any sort of ungodly attack. Instead, for him, she'd fling him through the possibilities she could create. Rather they be dimensions of blissful dreams, or the darkest clusters of nightmares one could imagine; the unveiling of these verses were meant to showcase to The Killer that his freedom could be had.

In one potential universe? Khala would unveil an end where Demon's, Shinigami, Human's and so many races alike were living within harmony. Imagery of Tsubasa, Mana Astavhon, Kin Iramasha and all of their followers would come into mind. From the Captains of the Thirteen Court Squads, to the Unabara Clan, The Asthavon's and everyone else in between would have their harmony. Soon, however, that imagery would shift. The visuals of a starving child within this world dying instead played out. Upon his death? The spirit of the child was seen being projected into the embodiment of death and then entering into this cluster of worlds. Being able to live within a dimension where his wildest dreams could be produced in outright reality. The visuals of a happy family surrounded at a warm dinner table soon played out and the point Khala was trying to drive was becoming that much more obvious through her intent.

Even those that Tsubasa had killed himself would become apart of this vision. An endless void of blood would play out -- but instead dissolved into a silver liquid before a false version of The Captain Commander materialized. In it, he would hold a happy smile; as the alternative outcome of this spirit was one where he never became The Assassination, The Killer and terror that he is now. Instead? A blurred image of a wife would come to his side, all of his children and a wide circle of those whom he had killed would walk off into the sunset before fading to black. Left with those taunting images, Khala would hope that The Unabara would more than come to his senses after seeing such a thing play out before his eyes. That is why she needed to speak to hi-- no -- herself to snap things back to where they belong! It was all to save herself!

"I can give us so much, you just have to fight it. We have to repel the grains of anguish this world places on us and accept the medicine. We can't escape this if you don't allow it process, body." Despite the fact that she was clearly out of her mind when referring to Tsubasa reflection of herself, The Heart of Deveta was under the guise this was the correct method to go to seek this release. In the jaws of death could these spirits see a new world. And in the end -- an eternal existence of happiness would more than begin. As the actual secret behind the physical embodiment of death was that it granted each person who fell into it's grasp to be sucked within a void -- a void where they themselves become god's of their own realm in the clutches of death's warming grasp and away from realities harsh sting. This is what Khala believed in to the very depths of her inner spirit and this is what she would fight for to the very bitter end. No matter who, what or whatever else would come in her way.




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The hollowing screeches of death, victory, and defeat glazed over the embodiment of Soul Society as war had commenced within the districts of Rukongai and made their way beyond the walls of the Seireitei. They held substantial damage to their forces, but the Gotei 13 performed equally as great. Lives were taken to become new again soon, a multitude of the color spectrum could be seen from above as the spiritual energy of each entity below clashed with one another. The allies of the Gotei coming to aid in the protection of their friends in need, though their enemies would hold allegiances just as true.

The spiritual energy and death energy that succumbed the Soul Society had reached to levels that had yet to be seen within these walls as demi-gods made their presences known to the population. Their powers triumphed over the tens of millions of demons and shinigami that crossed weapons, and their spiritual pressures alone were enough to tear men to pieces. Some had lived their lives up to this point for their moments of bravery and courage to be put to a sudden halt, as they become consumed by the darkness in the demons numbers; whilst the demons were cast away by the equally great numbers of the shinigami. For each demon that held a threshold to their powers an equally worthy shinigami would meet their acquaintance bringing their abilities to the limits to test who the greater power was. The Gotei wasted no time in bringing out tactical strategies in order to decrease the numbers, though there were some that didn't require the aid of a strategy and cleared thousands by their lonesome. Though their attacks upon vast numbers would soon come to be tested by the demons' allies.

While all of this waged the First Kenpachi, Unohana Yachiru "Retsu", was in transit to the First District slewing those that opposed her with no use of her blade. Finding skulls within her hands to lay flat into the ground, attempting keep herself from becoming the monster she once knew herself to be. She used large scale kido to slew those in her path, using extreme accuracy to ensure as little casualties within the Gotei as well. Though their sacrifice would not go unseen or heard of. They'd be the foundation to end the plague that had been cast over the grounds of the Soul Society on this day.

Her Zanpakutō hung by a small ribbon that was placed upon her shoulder, she allowed herself to move by foot instead of taking place on the back of Minazaki's shikai form for a change. She saw it to be more beneficial to aid those in the numbers of the demons as she progressed toward her destination, ensuring that more would survive. Even if it meant taking a small number of lives that were of Gotei blood. Her purple haori fluttered with her vast speed of travel, her hair mimicked the patterns as it was released from her usual braid that hid the scar of a battle that had taken place so many years ago against Zaraki Kenpachi. Though on this day, she wore it with pride letting it become not just blemish upon her body but a trophy that she had endured such a wound by such a man.

She could feel the feint spiritual pressure of her fellow allies being put against equally or greater beings, in addition to Tsubasa's which flared slightly for but mere seconds as hundreds of the demons' spiritual pressure faded. Bringing her hand to a point, she pierced the chest of two demons that sprawled toward her, it was likely they were unaware of her reputation and what she was capable of as their acts of rashness were foolish. Their deaths would soon be a testimony to it. Many tried to test her strengths, though none of them seemed to be fit enough for her to require the need of her Zanpakutō. She began to wonder the point in bringing such weak beings to war, though she'd soon come to the realization as large gusts of wind were cast from above, ripping some from their feet adding to the death toll. Unohana stopped in her tracks, looking up to the skies to see a small child as the source of all of this. The skies began to tear as two dimensions came to meet one another. Unohana knew the source of which demons found their power and the slaughter of all these demons, in addition to shinigami, would just come to make those that were able to manipulate it stronger. The immense energy that was cast from this second dimension held a dark affinity leading Unohana to believe that it would be none other than the gates of hell being brought to the door of Soul Society. With that the demons that walked the lands that were slew in vast numbers would only be but a small sacrifice in what would come of this. The demons would consume hell's presence making their power multiple based on their affinity to the dimension.

The Gotei had just played into the hand of the enemy by defending their land and slaying their foe. Giving them ample power to create a grounds that would, in return of many sacrificed lives, create an unbeatable army that was already engaged in battle. Meaning there would be no need to send reinforcements as they'd have all they need among them. Unsure of whether or not it had been the plan from the get go or if it was just a bright idea upon the spot, Unohana didn't choose to linger on the matters once she had deciphered the base what was occurring. Continuing on her way to the First District where she'd aid Tsubasa in his efforts to bring peace to the Soul Society... though it would come at a high cost.

As she'd near his location she would witness the gold and black smog descending at a high velocity toward his current position. Using shunpo to throw herself in front of the, what looked to be, attack; leaving only her back being visible to Tsubasa. She'd emit her spiritual pressure, letting the vast green aura engulf the surrounding area, which would come to be enough to bring even Tsubasa to surprise as he'd likely unaware of her capabilities. "Bakudō #81. Danku." She muttered plainly, her hands to her sides as the vast winds whipped her hair and attire around, the transparent barrier would reach to the skies as her reiatsu imbued itself with the barrier as well. Her blank gaze settled upon the child that remained in the skies, but was engulfed by the gold and black smog that simply passed through the danku barrier she had cast. She brought her arm up to shield her eyes as her vision was diverted by the smog for a small duration. As it cleared she once again obtained sight of the child and in doing so she'd witness a mirror image of Tsubasa come to life as well as a blurred image of his wife and kids. She was unsure of the trickery placed behind the assault until the words came to back up her actions.

The danku fading away as her reiatsu became no longer visible to the eye, she'd speak with Tsubasa maintaining her gaze upon the child as she did so. "Though I wish not to say this, I must. The time has come we witness the role of the Captain Commander coming to arms. Do not let these vague images cast upon you become something to wither you away from your capable state. As you see, this girl before us has created a bridge between the Soul Society and hell itself. We must put forth our greatest efforts to do away with this, as we have only been playing into her hands up to this point. While we have both lived pasts as unorthodox beings to many, this child is no mere idol threat. There will be little that I can do without letting myself fall to such things and you must not let the same feelings fall upon yourself, the fate of Soul Society depends on it. From here on, we must place our trust in our subordinates and allies that they will do what is needed of them in these dire times." She turned to look at Tsubasa with a facial expression he had yet to see on her own, but one that he was familiar with himself. She turned herself away from Tsubasa and set herself a few paces to Tsubasa's left.

"Black and white net. Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns and belts. Footprints, distant thunder, sharp peak, engulfing land, hidden in the night, sea of clouds, blue line. Form a circle and fly though the heavens." Her fingers glowing, she slid them up each arm in a squared zig-zag movement leaving a trace of a green markings upon her arms, continuing on to do the same to her hands as she spoke. A small blue square was place in front of her chest an arms distance away as she read off the incantation prepping herself for the kido that was to come. "Bakudō #77. Tenteikūra!" The volume in her voice arose as she planted her hands upon the square before her a large gust met with that which fluttered her hair before changing the direction of the flow against her as a wall was created before herself that branched out in a multitude of directions. She used the bakudo that was cast to broadcast a message to her fellow shinigami and allies of high ranking.

"Under the decree of Captain Commander Tsubasa Unabara, himself, I hereby authorize the use of Bankai within the walls of Seireitei!"



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"…………………………………No."

A dramatic entrance this was not. Even near the area where the battle was occurring this was not. What was this? This was the waking of a male, a male known as Iriko Puzyri-Teimei.. So hapless his clan was that of Crow. The thing which the male was objecting to was this sudden silence. His body shifted on the floor of the First Division barracks; he had no idea why he was there. Actually, he did; he was retrieving the latest deliberations from the Council. However, they bored him with their hypocrisy and flawed desires as always, and he had fallen asleep while studying them.

In his sleep, he was well aware what was occurring now in the Seireitei. He had simply felt no need to be involved, no need at all. However, that view was… forced to change. What happened was silence, and Iriko's small voice began to crack that silence. The sense of death was stilling around his body, and he winced as he felt the right side of his neck burn, moving his kimono slightly as the flame-marks there burned brightly, his body throwing off the effects of this slowness.

The male's eyes opened as he opened his eyes, blowing into the pipe that was around his neck as his body was surrounded by his body, causing him to being to float upwards. At about two feet off the roof, his eyes narrowed slightly. He could see something in the distance. He smiled slightly as a pen appeared in his hands, paper flowing out of his robe… but then it stopped. This thing that was dead began to give a 'cry of life'.. It was perversion. It was satanic. It was not something which could be allowed…

And as Iriko focused, he saw why. The area all around was being damaged, and as he watched something began to snap within his head. She's not able to help anymore… Our healer… Our healer… SHE'S NOT… TIA...MAAAT….. Just as quickly, it stopped, as he dropped the paper and pen, the bubble outright bursting.


His body saw tendrils beginning to approach; his back was towards the rest of the Seireitei. "When the battle is fought, all hope is naught." He stated as his eyes flared white, so much spiritual energy flowing through his body that the very tendrils began to become distorted, his shuddering breaths coming out hard. His right hand began to point out towards the tendrils as a disk flew out of it… followed by dozens more. The blades gained a pure purple rim, shining very bright. The disks destroyed the tendrils as they collided, shredding them from the top backwards, chopping them off and dislocating their connection as they slashed through them. The spires were met with a force that was colliding with them, a force that was preventing them from destroying the Gotei. The male looked directly at the tendrils around him, before finally his mouth spoke.

"Bubaru 2: EXPLOSIVE WAVE!"

The mouth spoke as from his body, a massive amount of energy began to emit. It exploded from his body, rupturing around as around the area away from the Gotei a massive bubble appeared, a gigantic shield blocking the tendrils access. Individually they simply could not pierce it, the male in front of them staring outwards as the intense wind tossed the bowl-like cut of his hair about his face, his eyes radiating power as the bubble maintained by his spirit held its ground. It held the strength of his zanpaktou; the strength of his entire reiatsu stores representation of defense. "YOU WILL FAIL IN THIS EFFORT!" He cried out, his words going directly towards the woman who had willed this gate. Iriko's sense of what was happening was razor-sharp as always, simply identifying the one who was reveling the most in this was not difficult. After all, with the attempt at removing life that had been performed, she was the only one who still seemed to be unaffected.

Then the decay soared downwards, and the male reached up a hand, laughing. "For such lame hair, I have no care." He stated as the decay touched onto his bubble… and failed to effect it. The bubble was no reishi, was no reiatsu, was nothing that was 'energy' for this decay to effect. It was his zanpaktou, outright. He could do nothing for those in front of the bubble, below his feet. He looked down at the chaos as he began to take shuddering breaths, looking at her as he began to take steps.

His eyes followed the source of the tendril as he slowly narrowed his eyes. "You fool. Your world is already over." He stated, as a single finger was pointed at the woman. "Sho." He stated as the blast of pure energy flew outwards, spreading into hundreds of different packets and intensifying as they split into hundreds of different parts. The parts slammed towards where her body was, moving at speeds that left roars in the sound barrier echoing. This was due to Iriko's observation of the decay; he could see it clearly, and knew she would be attempting to use it to stop whatever came at her. So he changed the nature of his attack, using his energy to strike from multiple points. And if she used only that to defend herself, she would still be hit with hundreds of softer, but still existing, bullets of pure wind that were already moving towards her through the kido pushing them forwards.

"His wife is a beautiful woman, both in stance and action, and I will allow you not to disrespect her!" He spat at the images as the mark on his neck burned fiercely once more, blades made of bubbles flying out and landing out around Tsubasa, reminding him of why they were here. "A Brave New World then, is it?" He asked her as his body finally reached hers. His mouth was pressed against the tip of a pipe as it projected bubbles, hundreds and thousands of bubbles flowing outwards as they began to swarm all around the woman, his body taking the pipe as a blade formed there, pointing it directly at her.

"O Brave New World that has such people in it, you are as dead as John The Savage. Or are you ignorant to even the teachings of mortals, six hundred years ago?" He questioned her as the bubbles around them expanded and morphed, changing into a field of weapons around their bodies. "…" He paused, hearing the declarations of Unohana Retsu as he suddenly twitched, smiling immensely as the single eye on the right side of his face showed, his body lighting into pure blue light.

His body shifted, changing as tails flowed from his back, white things that slammed outwards as gravity gripped them. Slime began to form on the outside of his body as they made bubbles, sliding off of his body. From his forehead, horns began to extended, solid horns like a dragon's appearing there as at last a slug-like apparition without eyes appeared on his left shoulder, his eyes both revealed from the horns as he looked at her. "What hope do you have in a dead world? Is killing all other worlds the answer you give? That is base and pathetic. Come at us with an actual will, or return to your dead world. In what possible motivation do you believe this is right?" He demanded of her as three of the bubbles around his body popped…

And three gigantic kido exploded out from them. Hadō 88 in tri, three of them exploding from his body as they burned everything around from him as they slammed into where her body was, attempting to violently damage her body. However, that was not what she would truly feel the most. The strongest thing she would feel at this present moment in time would be the massive urge to puke. Down below, both shinigami and demon suddenly stopped, their bodies violently wracked with disgust as they keeled over, losing the contents of their stomachs and shivering, paralyzed by the covered feeling of disgust that was overwhelming them.

While he looked at the pitiable mass of dead-soul before him, Iriko's body was exuding slime. A massive bubble at his feet was filled to the brim with the substance, glowing a bright green as it swam around, absolutely disgusting in every imaginable way. His right arm came up as a thread of slime dripped off of it, falling down onto the ground and mixing with the bile already there, his blade still in one hand. The bubble far behind him in the distance that was blocking the way had become intensely harder, reforming itself and even expanding to continue blocking the way. In his left hand, the slime formed into a pistol, a cartridge of bubbles appearing on its back as he pointed it at the woman.

"Perfection is a fallacy, a disgusting fallacy! It is dead to the world, it is dead to the life, it has no soul! What are you doing here, you spirit, essence of pity?! For when the Seagulls cry, none shall return from you, so long as your reality is mortal hell! Hadō Radical One Thousand: Aganai (Atonement)."

The exposition completed its transcription from his lips as the words caused power to appear in the hand holding his blade. From the blade, a pale white light slid outwards, heading straight upwards as it burned all other energy that dared near it. High within the sky, it began to morph and change, altering itself as it became a piercing spear.

High in the sky, the spear recalibrated, pointing its tip directly towards the woman… as it locked. It seemed almost frozen in time, staying there as Iriko looked at her. In the air, it was reaffirming itself, fixing the reishi around it and gathering more power, with a single direction: "To strike in the opening". Until it could find such a thing, it would continue to remain in the sky threatening just like that. It would not move, it would not even be effected by nature around it. The only things that could effect it would be the time of its clause being completed or an overwhelming force activating upon it.

"Bankai: Six Slugs." The male's voice stated at last as he reached a hand outwards, gripping his zanpaktou. The scent of bile had begun to reach their area, and it would only add to the sense of nausea that was instilled within all present. Needless to say that nearly all the combatants down below had become consumed with the urge to vomit and that they would be essentially incapable of continuing; it seemed as if the battle around them had come to a bit of a standstill, leaving the slug looking at the enemy before him, the gun in one hand and the blade in another.

"A world filled with happiness has no room for a soul, and no room for meaning." He told her at last, or even told himself. In any case, the words left his mouth, but he truly did not know if he would be allowed to say them; he didn't know what this battle would bring, what could come out of that gate or anything else. He only knew that if from some twist of fate he were not to survive this conflict… That at the very least, he would die completely without regret, dying as he had lived… mocking the flaws of others as an empty shell.





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Yes, this moment had come after so many years he saw her again. Khala perhaps had made one grave error, one mistake she never knew. Tsubaki Unabara, that girl's personality was something else. As those images flashed the young girl pushed them away with a glare. She offered him a smile before speaking, it was the first time since he killed her. Tsubasa looked pale at his sister, he couldn't bare her look before she said something. "None of that big brother, you didn't do it on purpose and I have forgiven you long ago..Besides you can't let that mean old devil lady win. If she her way it will be worse than home was.. Tsubasa, you can't blame yourself for everything nor can you shoulder everything..Mommy and Daddy told me to tell you. No more running, you need to destroy that gate." Tsubasa looked at the smiling girl in disbelief for a moment, she wanted him to do what exactly? His eyes focused in on the giant gate now in the illusion for a moment before returning to his sister. While this was merely seconds and they couldn't see what he did.

"But, Tsubaki..I failed and killed you..I was supposed to be there and protect you..How can it be ok..That's a gate to hell..I'm not strong enough to destroy that.." Tsubasa Unabara in this dream for once showed it, the weakness that lingered in his heart. Tsubaki walked her small frame to him and gave him a solid kick int he shine. She used to do this very often when he upset her, he didn't really feel it. But in some levels it did hurt his eyes of crimson looked down at her baby blue eyes. "Don't go getting dramatic on me big brother, it was an accident those mean people did it. Now you have held back all your life because your scared of doing it again, Mommy, Daddy, and we all know it. " Tsubaki exposed Tsubasa for what he was doing most of his life, holding back trying to run away. He confessed his crime, but he never wished to turn and face it in full. Nobody knew about it as well as the person standing before him.

"Big brother you have people who love you, they just saved you and they want you to do your best. You can protect them, now give me a hug I can't always be looking after you big brother. You are the Captain Commander, you've proven that a farmer who dreams can become whatever they set their eyes..Don't you remember your dream, what you wished to do?" Tsubasa had to think about it as her sweet voice reminded him, he was but a child when he made that promise. He said someday he would be the Captain Commander, someday the darkness would bow before him. Tsubasa had forgotten it completely, it was something he never once had considered. He'd tried so hard to get away from his past he offered her a nod hugging her softly. Tear's trickled down his cheeks for the crime he did, some ways Tsubasa was a still a child. One that never did take what happened to Tsubaki to light. It was a terrible accident all those years ago. Tsubaki however didn't even seem phased she gently wiped his eyes.

"Now now, no crying big brother..I remember you were always this way, so soft and kind that small things hurt you. People don't know who you are anymore, but that's because you won't let them in. Mommy and Daddy can't believe you've not even shown a real smile in all this time. You used to smile about everything from the bugs to just a stick you found.." Tsubaki wasn't just the little sister, in someways she was the big sister. Far more mature than Tsubasa growing up, his mind had did it's best to forget. But even than she protected him from bullies and helped him along. This wasn't just a second long illusion as she gently kissed his cheek and looked at him and with her final words she made it clear. She looked towards the gate giving him her last words as she was ready to return. Unohana and Iriko were those she would have to trust the rest too because she could do little else. "Give us a big smile like you used too big brother, than destroy that gate and kick that mean demon's butt..We love you and will be waiting for you on the day you join us."

The illusions faded and time continued on, Tsubaki that little blonde haired and blue eyed firecracker. She'd done it again, he smiled a real one for the first time in many ages. The layers were brought down for now, he decided to do something he'd not in forever. Tsubasa closed his eyes trusting them as it would take a second, the layers were removed. The things he used so often to limit his spiritual pressure, the blockades and the pain. He knew Tsubaki was right and the air around him was confident, no anger consumed him as he normally would of. His spiritual pressure exploded like a bomb going off. Lighting shot at everything attempting to get past him from the gate destroying it, he knew what needed to be done. Shunko flared around his form as he walked, the fabric and ground were practically dissolved beneath him. No more running away, no more hiding what he was anymore.

It was time to embrace who he was and what he was, he was Tsubasa Unabara. The boy who dreamed to be Head Captain, he was going to defeat this darkness with his power. He struggled so long to get it and as the reiatsu and shunko flared around him he kept that confident smile. The look of someone who believed one hundred percent in himself, Tsuabsa always lacked this smile. It wasn't just one put on for laughs or something that someone could completely understand. Tsubasa's pain was that of a brother who lived and breathed for his sister. Who looked up to her but than accidentally killed her, it was the greatest pain. He threw up so many layers he locked away power, the shunko made his muscles stronger. He felt his body becoming stronger, he could hear them and feel everything they did. Iriko was right about many things from their engagement. He never knew what it meant anymore, locking himself away as he had for so many years.

Iriko had once told Tsubasa he didn't understand the position and why should they follow him. Someone like him was hollow and lacked the conviction or even a soul. He was just a cold blooded killer that let himself become hollow. No more, Tsubasa Unabara accepted the role of Captain Commander now more than he had before. Before he'd not accepted it within his heart, not letting the title sink in completely. He seemed distant and always thinking of others, but never wanting to look deeper. Byakko tried it's best to help him and he thanked that blade within his mind as he looked at the gate now. Observing it was the shunko didn't just stay on his body but warped it's way around the blade. Causing the ground itself to quake as he let the word come from his lips. Any enemies around them were dead from the sheer pressure of his reiatsu being released. The lighting shot around killing any of them, even Khala had an attack of massive amounts of energy sent at her just from the combined Lighting Shunko and spiritual pressure he had released.

But this wasn't complete, not by a long shot as Tsubasa decided to do something drastic. Unohana had told him Bankai was alright, fact was Iriko had released his. Tsubasa decided it would be needed, this Gate to Hell would be destroyed. And he could do it, Bankai was all he would need to do it. Tsubasa hadn't spoken yet, he silently smiled a true smile for the first time. He didn't fear this or anything around him, peace seemed etched into his being now. Something about speaking with Tsubaki always made his heart rest. She had the talent that no one else did, she could reach him in the darkness no matter how far he sank. She found ways to get him back up again, for the first time in one thousand years almost. Tsubasa could feel happiness, something he'd not experienced since Tsubaki's death. Something he prevented himself from feeling ever again. He told himself killers didn't deserve happy endings and that was it it. His energy raged around him, he'd grown stronger from this journey.

"Bankai." One word uttered with a smile as the bankai took effect Lighting and metal generated around the area massively, the amount of power Tsubasa was pouring into his attack was immense. He had one final move in mind, no beast would stop him. The metal of Byakko swarmed around him, this metal would act as a shield before that of Unohana and Iriko's powers. He'd not gotten to hear them, but he knew exactly what they wanted. Each of them were people he understood in his own way and as his bankai ripped and tore. Lighting energy generated around the blade ebbing as he took his stance. Kierudo no Tsukasa, that was the move he would use in all of it combined the power. Lighting warped itself around the Shunko blade causing his blade and body to shudder with power, the time was almost upon him. A single move of massive destructive power that he had worked for. This was his childhood ambition being brought to light, facing the darkness before him.

Khala's words from before he could hear them only barely, as he raised his Zanpakutō above his head slightly. Having had it drawn already he knew what was needed of him now. Kierudo no Tsukasa, this sword swing was so fast and powerful. He gave his sword a swing now, bringing down the sword at such a speed and powerful stroke that the entire Gate was struck all at once. The destruction power of Shunko impacting the gate as though it had been hit by a cannon. His Kierudo no Tsukasa, allowed him to direct damage at fast pace into a singular target, capable of destroying a city with this move. But he directed the damage on one location, the gate itself. The Gate of Hell would be destroyed and Tsubasa Unabara would do it, he defy them all and show them. That this farmer could become the greatest Head Captain, he would surpass Yamamoto here and now. Those claims that were made to Ibiki would be kept, he kept that confident smile. The power he tapped into was a great sense of belief in some ways.

Shunko Blade, the power that was added into his sword strike at this level could destroy a city as well, he had combined much of it together. He couldn't perform the perfect swing of Tsukasa often, which had executed an illusion as well before the strike came. Lighting generating around his Zanpakutō along with super charged metal hit the gate as well, Tsubasa wasn't just holding anything back anymore. He'd aimed to destroy the gate and as with all his sword moves. Tsubasa's body allowed him to generate kinetic energy equal to a greater extent than normal, he aimed his entire focus on this gate. Everything around him moved slower as he watched the gate. Tsubaki was right and if he had go even further than that he would, Tsubasa mumbled something during the attack as well. Using his absolute sword play to it's max level of power. Everything was used instantly to destroy this one object, Unohana and Iriko could handle Khala if but for a moment. Destroying the very gates of Hell, Tsubaki could do it.

And he would do whatever it took to make his sister proud, if need be he would take this one step further. But his powers could be felt from across the Rukongai to the very Seireitei, lighting and metal began attacking and killing demons on a large scale. Tsubasa was releasing his full power for the first time since than, he was a naturally strong Shinigami. But Khala didn't know the effects of Tsubaki or even what an illusion woudl say to him. The armies were hit by lighting bolts constantly, demons were dying in a large scale. Across the many locations as Tsubasa had unleashed his Zanpakutō's fury upoon them all. His eyes of red had done something they'd not done since he was a child. The Red Eyes were blue as was his reiatsu, Tsubasa's eyes looked at Khala now confident he'd destroyed the entire gate with that. Because within that move he hid a special kido, the kido was going to do something fairly interesting. It wasn't overly impressive and only useful once against such a thing.

The Kido would trap the energy within the gate, Tsubasa had designed it to confine energy within objects. Once the energy was overloaded it would explode, his eyes of blue the very rare color they had taken on. This attack was far from over as Tiger's of metal hit the gate as well, Byakko had directed them for him allowing the metal tigers to hit the gate on the sides as Tsubasa directed his power on it. He knew what needed to be done, Tsubaki had set him straight. Would Unohana and them see what had happened and notice the change, it wasn't important if they did. Tsubasa Unabara was awake and he was smiling confidently, the gate to hell would be destroyed if it was the last thing he did. The power of his attacks all combined had the power to perhaps even destroy the existence of something if they were struck. He wasn't going to allow doubt to plague him any longer, this wasn't the time or place for it. Tsubasa was going to unleash himself on everything, nothing would stay standing that was not of the Gotei 13.

Tigers of metal form in all of the locations within the Seireitei from his release, creating metal tigers to fight the enemies along side the Shinigami. Tsubasa was revealing his power, but it was far greater than normal. For the peace in his heart had delivered him. It had brought him freedom and serenity, something he'd never deserved. But he'd not think like that, Tsubaki would kick him again if he did. This caused his smile to grow thinking about getting his lecture again. Tsubasa was a kind heart that glowed in the darkness, and his power was one that could reach out across the very planes themselves. His power most likely could be felt from the Rukongai and even further out, he wasn't going to hold back. The truth was he could of used his Shikokai but their wasn't a reason to go that far, he could destroy this entire place and put people at risk of importance. Perhaps K-World knew his strength now, but it mattered little.


For this battle had only just begun.







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The expression to come about Khala's face was one that had been quite dull. Watching the movements of Unohana attempt to talk sense into Tsubasa could only make The Demoness shake her out of rejection of those ideals. Vague images? Nay. The woman before her failed to understand that it was indeed reality. That was the power -- yes -- the very sacred power that a godly vessel such as The Heart of Deveta believed she possessed. It wasn't ego to believe such sentiments, but it was a mere fact within the state of mind that Khala was under. If you were one of the first spirits to be forged in the universe, have the capacity to birth new worlds and new species and yield strength to make the boundaries of existence quiver; could you not be considered to be a deity? Spending an unphambotlba amount of time under this impression, ruling over countless creatures that called you their "Savior" and having only two entities in the known universe to equal your power would further enforce this construct.

So it is under these circumstances that the perception of Khala had only began to fall further into sunder and she came under the assumption that these "corrupted" cells of herself were beyond comprehension. Indeed, what stood before her was a radical and non-functioning portion of her vast celestial body. The only options Khala saw for it were to eradicate the virus, find the cure to bring her to the light or at least neutralize it's power to where it would cause no further damage. Thus, to that end, the remedy became obvious and laughter emitted from the child's body. "If you think the fate of the Soul Society is my end-game.." Staring upwards at the sky, a satisfied look of complete bliss came across The Wicked Demon's eyes. In this time, she was feeling the utmost of serenity from the fumes of demon radiating from the area. It truly brought the creature happiness to watch more portions of this wondrous shell of hers become freed from the burdensome chains of existence through dying. Yet -- this damnable cell wanted to go in the way of that. Thus, she'd move her shoulders downward, as if she were slumping, and stare intently into Unohana's eyes with a menacing grin smeared across her lips. "...I must be becoming more sick than I thought. Above all else, the rhetic you speak is cancerous to our body. And thus, you be quarantined."

Concluding her exchange with Unohana would result in Khala holding her right hand and invoking the summoning of a noticeable deal of energy seeping outwards from her body. In the following moments after that action, The Demoness had began to mentally construct a miniature world around The First Kenpachi. Once she was finished locking on to the vicinity of The Shinigami, a twenty meter sphere would do it's damnedest to envelop her and react at the speed of a grand master shunpo user. In the event this wasn't swift enough, the material of this realm tapped into the aura of Unohana and would act as a heat-seaking attack meant to latch on to her scent, aura, physical vibrations or spiritual energy.

Consequently, it picked up the signature of multiple gigai's within the barracks that all yielded similar spiritual frequencies to the opponents Khala was facing off against. Not quite sure why this was happening, The Demoness determined it was better to deal with this problem now than wait for it to bite her from behind. Therefore, she'd reproduce these pocket sized worlds and attempt to seal the Gigai Warriors as well before they could become a threat. This then leads into the question: what exactly was occurring within the containment realms? Simple: containment.

If one were to become entrapped inside of these orbs, they'd be subjected to the modifications of the world Khala created within them. So although she lacked the ability to outright snatch a persons energy from their being -- she did the next best thing and simply disallowed for it function properly within her domains. It was in this effort that they'd be forced to rely solely on whatever physical prowess they possessed. And to that end? The Heart of Deveta attempted to decay and breakdown Unohana's body through her DE Force. All around the dense sphere would be a strange and bizarrely colored golden mist beginning to fill every square inch of the vessel. Utilizing the infamous attribute of Death's Energy to corrode creatures, Khala sought to break down Unohana on a microscopic level and outright dissolve her physical being. In turn, the purpose was to decay her physical health by means of melting through bones as if they were butter, breaking down the structure of Unohana's organs to make her body experience possible scenarios such as heart failure, liver failure, kidney failure and potentially even brain death; all eventually leading up to turn her remaining spiritual energy into nothing and cripple her out of the fight early if all went as planned.

Yet -- the kicker through all this -- is that she desired for Unohana to feel no pain through this. The invocation of this ability she produced through her Death Energy inscribed effects that were meant to disable the pain receptors within The Kenpachi's body and make this painless transition. Much of the same effects could be taking place within the other spheres with the pain intact, but Unohana's would showcase a soothing recollection of memories within another life. The conflict between her and Kenpachi were shown to be resolved, the many men she had lost over the years were seen to be coming back to life and all those who were opponent to Unohana would try to embrace her in a final hug. All of them would say these words: "Accept your salvation, become apart of the liberation and let go of this pain. You needn't suffer like this any longer. Take my hand and come with us to the world you deserve."

In this way, the imagery would fade out of Khala's mind and she'd hope the efforts put into that diseased cell would prove to be successful. Even if she were ill-guided in her intent, even a rebellious portion of herself deserved to be saved. After all, Khala was under the impression that the Kenpachi was simply too sick to understand what she even wanted and thus The Demoness would bring her to her sanctuary. Nevertheless, though, there were still other cancerous cells to deal with in the field of battle. Blinking out of curiosity, there appeared to be a Shinigami putting his best foot forward to try and halt the will of Deveta.

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To this man's actions? Khala reacted quite swiftly. Being that some of her tendrils were reduced to nothing by the first wave of attacks, the remaining bunch going upwards into the thousands would hold their form. Surprised he was even able to sever them, the reinforced energy of Za Koa would prove too heavy in durability to be so easily torn apart for those that remained. Which is why as the tendrils and spires alike changed into a blazing white shade, they were injected with enough energy more than out powered the disk that hit them as their defenses grew in strength. Sucking her teeth in protest of the shield, there was an initial halting of her assault as a result of the shield. This caused a daunting scream of power to echo throughout the lands as sparks of light scattered for miles due to the power struggle between the shield and Khala.

In this way, more lives would be lost as these remnants of their explosion spread throughout the Rukongai and took out tens of thousands of lives in the process whom were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire. All of this would be showcased in many sorts of multi-hued burst of light exploding into the sky as the battle became intensified; causing Khala to brace herself with a more frantic grin as she wanted into the Seireitei no matter what. These reflections of herself needed to be saved! They couldn't be contained within this prison of living hell for the desire of one man! Khala couldn't stand it, she wouldn't allow it and the minds of those sickened with the false presumption of life weren't meant to stand in her just cause. That is what she believed and that is what she'd strive to prove with this onslaught!!!!

"Failure? Even if I am killed a thousand times over, I will come back each time and continually pursue this effort until I am no more." Biting down on her lip with the utmost of fury, Khala clenched her fist and rammed more and more fuel into the fire of her assaults to outright burn, destroy and reduce that accursed shield to nothing but charred remains. No decaying, no corrosion; just outright force that shined with enough power to level all around them; but condensed to breaking through the barrier that stood in Khala's way. Burning with more passion, she was determined to finally have this daunting force impact the Thirteen Court Squads. So she let out an enraged yell, scowling heavily out of her distaste for this event. "But be that as it may, I WON'T GIVE UP ON CURING THIS SICKNESS WE'VE BEEN DOOMED TO SO EASILY!"

Putting her fury to work, she'd attempt to outright ram the bubble shield with her energy. To this change in her mood, the tendrils and spires alike would all turn a blood red color and attempt to shatter it as she was outpouring enough power to equal the strength of Demon King's strength. However, reminding herself that they simply didn't know better, Khala would ease her anger when slug stated her world was coming to an end. No -- that's just what the cancer wanted. To believe that it won, to induce thoughts that it sickened had to point where she couldn't fight. Nay...to fall under the spell of such words was improbable for Khala and it would only make her persist that much harder to pursue this dream and reach her end goal.

Eyes gleaming a bright shade of blue for a moment, she'd make more than sufficient usage of an outburst of wind to redirect the blast fired from Iriko and have them collide with the Earth below her; more than making quick work of the Sho bullets shot at her -- or so she thought. Feeling the pulsation of pain surge throughout her body, the softened blows of wind made contact with Khala and it caused her to blink for a moment. In all this time -- it was the first time -- in many years -- someone tried to attack her. So as she tapped her body to remember the sensation of pain, the vision within Khala's eyes reddened as this physical torment reminded her more and more of the righteous cause she was fighting for. This sort of burning feeling was the type to strike further valor into her heart to keep pressing forward harder as the chains of reality do their damndest to enstrangle Khala's very soul within their churning grasp.

Granted, she wouldn't have time to fully crank this sensation into maximum gear. Before she could dwell too long into this She was met with a question by Iriko; referencing the book known as "A Brave New World". This question he posed caused her to be mildly surprised; as the raising of an eyebrow could be seen on her end in reaction to it. Recalling her memories of that book from knowledge consumed by those whom The Demoness slain, she'd simply nod her head to confirm she had indeed read it. In fact, Khala even started to draw the strings together to how John's conflict with his own values lead to his inevitable insanity at the ends of the reality that he was trapped in. "I can acknowledge there is a stark contrast between the realm we live in and the ambition to save it from it's damnation." Being mindful that she was still in an outright war, Khala would pause for this moment and quickly begin Forming more tendrils throughout the skies; preparing to match the bubbles being generated by The Slugman.

"However, where he failed to accept reality, I chose to become the reality. So I hope you are ready for your exile, Helmholtz. You'll have an infinite spectrum of time to perfect your writing in your everlasting life." It is at this time she'd have dozens of solidified tendrils envelop her body and form as a shield to better endure the attacks hurled at her from Iriko. If she were a mere human, her ears would more than be deafened by the over booming sound of their collision upon her person; but she was able to regenerate her eardrums with ease as the daunting blast enveloped The Demon. The heat from the burst of power surely proved to be unbearable; the brunt of it causing much discomfort to Khala in this process and generating a few burns in the process.

In spite of that, a couple of scorch marks and a nauseous sensation in her gut were more than bearable compared to the alternative of being shot right out of the sky with the amount of strength the man wielded. There were churred remains of the tendrils left as they took a good deal of the impact and blast for Khala, so she discarded their blackened remains into the collection bile below her feet. Glancing down at it proved not to phase Khala much, but only because she had no guts to necessarily spew out. Add to the fact she's seen countless eons of skewed battles and bloody massacres and it's no wonder she could only avert her eyes from the scene and focus solely on Iriko in this moment.

"Perfection? Nay, I seek release. Release from this torrential downpour of pain. I know you seek it too, as you are a reflection of myself. So I will love you, I will support you and I will no doubt save your soul." When finished talking Khala would begin Adjusting her sights for a brief moment, rising her head up to the sky in order pay witness to the spear forming there. Humoring him in a sense, Khala started to forge her own spear comprised out of Za Koa's energy. Aiming it directly above the spear, it's purpose was to merely assault when the time was right as well. Indeed, whenever The Slug Man's weapon would suit itself to attack The Demoness, so to would Khala's spear.

And so, with that little toy put into motion, Khala turned her attention back to Iriko's eyes and smiled. "What I am doing is cleansing the lands and medicating this rotten body of ours to break free of these chains holding back our idealized world." Tilting her head to the side, Khala appeared to hold out her right hand to Iriko during this pause in their battle. This was simply a gesture for many visuals to emerge around them like holographic television screens. Accessing data files from memories past, blank squares akin to television screens would emerge all around the two. To the world at large -- they were nothing more than black voids of space with no content showing. But -- to Iriko -- they would play some of his most painful memories. The conflict at large with the world, the sense of no purpose to be found and the eternal void his mind was under. Khala sought to cure that sickness with what she had in store in her afterlife and all Iriko needed to was accept her loving embrace.

"What did the people around you think when they found out just who you were? Were you touched by endless cheers of joy just by living in this accursed world? Did you outright forget the endless conflict you were under by abiding under this existences cruel and unjust torture? You've been chosen to escape that bleak fate by my love." Now, holding out her hands, she'd smile and continue with her speech as she felt waves of pleasure oozing down her spine. Who was to blame? The rashes actions of Tsubasa Unabara, of course. And yes, he'd be dealt with soon enough, but Khala wanted to leave room for one thing before attending to that. "Captain Iriko, come with me and accept my hand. Grab on to the warm feeling that flows from it, share in the love and remove this dull, heavy and lifeless feeling the so called "soul" of this world enforces on you. I can see it in your eyes: there isn't any better purpose for you in this world if you continue the route you are in, so why fight it?"

(CHANGE THE TRACK HERE! URGENT FOR THIS PART!)

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Ending on that note, Khala would notice the sudden explosion of energy being awoken within Tsubasa -- and it seemed that her visions had the intended effect on his being. The man became enraged, even if he felt confident in himself, his energy was outright chaotic. Killing everything and everyone in sight; Shinigami, Demon's and every race in between were killed between his outburst of power. Laughing with pure glee behind her voice at this point, the sweet taste of death filled Khala's mouth like a chocolate coated tootsie-roll. It meant that The Captain Commander was beginning to see the light as he launched himself further towards his own holy salvation!

"I can feel the release, taste the death, hear the sounds of blessing and see that you've found the light I've sought after! OH YES!" Raising her arms into the sky, a jovial laughter escaped Khala's mouth with a booming echo bouncing back to the ground as the Earth shook in terror from this fluctuation of new energy -- energy Tsubasa was harvesting FOR KHALA! "AHAHAHAHAHAH! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT REVELATION! HALLELUJAH!" With another scream for pleasure, a burst of golden light even flared throughout The Shadow Throne's body as the burns sustained from Iriko blast were seen as regenerating from this outpouring of DE Force produced from The Killer Shingaimi's untamed power.

To this end? She'd take one glance back at Iriko before attempting to construct his own ideal world around him within a twenty meter radius and leave him time to reflect on it. If he failed to see the freedom her power had, then she'd deal with him as well if he chose to interfere in this battle. As within that sphere? Thousands of energized beams with enough power to equal three cero osucas would see that Iriko would not get out so easily in one piece if he attempted to break out. And even if it failed to capture him, they'd still shoot out and rows of countless tendrils would seek to impale him, rip his limbs apart and cut through every inch of his bankai until he was rendered incapacitated.

"Heheheheh.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH....Instead of trying to fight against demon kind..." Widening her eyes for a moment in time between her unrestrained giggles and laughs, Khala focused in on the burst of electricity now heading her way. Making great use of her new Death Energy given to her by Tsubasa's grand-scale actions, it was but a simple effort on her hand to induce a demonic spell to craft a black wall of rubber meant to absorb and negate Tsubasa's electric blast at her. "...YOU'VE BECOME VERY THE DEMONIC MONSTER YOU WERE TRYING TO DEFEAT!"

In that way, millions upon millions of holographic screens dawned all throughout the first district to commemorate the victims slaughtered in the wake of Tsubasa's power. Soul after soul; demon after demon, EVEN HIS OWN PEOPLE were caught in his untamed power! It made Khala relish in his rash actions, for he saw the light and saved his own comrades and enemies alike to be free to set course into their nirvana! Once again: HALLELUJAH! SWEET GOD ALMIGHTY, HALLELUJAH!

And in a loving explosion that shook the very foundation of the Soul Society -- Tsubasa did indeed do his goal in destroying the gates of hell -- and with it obliterating any chance of it dissipating. Oh yes, it was quite the wondrous display of power; the likes of which only Khala would appreciate and clap for. The gates of hell were finally free and no longer would they be entrapped within that dimension. "Rather than putting the effort into trying to prevent the creation of hell...YOU'VE NOW GUARANTEED IT!"

Now appearing in front of the crumbled gates of hades, Khala would use her tendrils to swat away the last pieces of it as a psychotic laugh escaped her lips; signifying her victory as the redness of hell burned and scorched all of the earth below it; quite possibly even helping to assist in the obliteration of Iriko's barrier if her previous assaults weren't enough. Yes, the residue of hell was so overwhelming, that it even killed off the remaining population in the first district -- even the general population and Khala's allies alike. It turned walls to dust, earth to fire and left nothing in it's wake. The only ones who Khala assumed could endure this would be The Slug Man and Kenpachi if they managed to deal with their obstacles.

"̯̤̥̘͝!̠͉̱͕͚͇҉̴h̷̹̪̲̕t̟̬̠͈̠͜͏r͈̩̩̳̞̭̗į̹̹̰͇̻͔͈̻b̡̳̪̞ ̗̝̱͔̗͔̦́̀f̴͈̝͍͚͞͠o̶̮̫ ̴̷͉̝̝̜̱̩̮̝̦͘e̴̸̦͍͕͘ç̙̣̯͇͙ą̸̝̬̯̲͡l͙̻͇͈͖̠̰͈̱͟ṕ̦̜͢ ̷̨̡̖̯̠̖͔̣̪̬s̞̩͓͈̙͖̣̕͘͜'̳̖̲̦̗҉̧t̨̜̖̫̹i̷͈͎͓͕͍͎̯͍ ̢̗̫̭̟̝͠o̥̟͕̜͉̟̤͚t̲̘̮̭̲͜͟ ̷̝̩̪̯͟d̻̭̘̖̹̠̱͝n̦̻̙͙̥̠҉̕ą̘̺̟͉́l̮̮̫͏̢ ̠͖̳͎́̀s̭̰̜̻̝͈̟͘͢͢ḭ͙͍̱h̨̜͙̙͙̜͇͈͖̣t̼̳͓͇̙̘͠ ̡̞̺͔̳͚t͈̩̣̳͡r̵͇͓͔̟̥̹͏o̡̧͇̙̞̞̮͡p̻̝̖̪̩̼͜ś̝̯̠͓̱͍̜͔͜ͅṉ͙̙̹̟͘͜a̶̠̯̝̖̻͓r̨̰̯̜͓͜͜t͙͖̰͓͙̲̻͞ ̡̡̪̼͎̙̞͢ͅd͓̬̹͎̘̭͔͖́͜n̨̤͉͉̻͕̣̮͉̣a̡̜͢ ̡̛̞̹̣̮̬͔̫͠h̢̯̼̠̳̼̮t̸̯̕͟a̶͔̠̩͝e̴̙͚̖̬͈̫̜͉͏͝d̢̳̹̬̝̗̩̬́͞ ̮f̝͔̰o̱̘͞ ̬͉̮̩͟͝͞y̞̯͇̺͎҉d̙̦͔̗̳͍͓͡ͅò͕̪̻̫̩ͅͅb̹̻̜ ̭̗̺͜e̡̧̻̱̲͇̖͢h̴̝̟̙̥̻̘̺̹͔t̳͓̝͢ͅ ͎͚҉h̶̦̩͍̺͔̞͚t̵̳̪͎ŕ̛̬̪̞͙̤̙o̸͔̹̟̞̖͜f̯̘͍͖̝͎̯͖ ̙̥̺͇̝̭g̭͙̮̤̰̥̭̥͜ǹ̸̫̼̰̝̤̬͇i̴͎̳̬͘ṛ̴̘̖̜̹͇̼̻͇͏ḇ͍͎̦̱͙̲̟͟ ̡̘̯̝͈͘,̬͙͇̲l̖͔͝ͅl͖̩̩͍̩͚͘é̸͇͖̰̙̕ͅh̷̶̴͍̘̼͚̫̞ ̶̻͚͈͚ͅf̶͎ơ̧̹͔̯̜̰̱̲̘̮ ͚̩̣̲͠͝s̮͙̞̼̦͟d̛͓̮͔͖̘̱̟͔͟͠n̖̗͕͖̼à͕̯̖̖͎̮͟s̛͎̯͟ ̞͢e̛͔̜͓h̡̫̞̦̠́t̢̘̼̠́ ̵̼̻̗̻͓̗͍̘͜ṇ̜͈̟e̳͚̟̘̬̪̹̗ͅk͎͓̼̥̠͘a̷̢̠͓̜͉͔̥͕̯͘w̸͙̥̹͈͉A̢̪̦̤̙ ̛̫̭͈̗̻͍!͚̝̟̱̜͕̲̣҉̀l͖̣̳̺̬͔͔͎ͅ҉a̭͔̩͏͝e̞̗̥͕͍͏̸́m͔̫͙͖͢͠ ̡̥̣̫̜͘l͙̤̯̟͇̖͇̠̣u̗̜̯͝͡f̵̦̩͈̰̜͈̩̟͢i̼͇͔͉̳̬͢͞t̸̞̖͚̲̠͈̞͞n̫̠̱̼͕ù̞̤̺̠̳̯͕͜ͅǫ̫͖̯͜ͅb̤͈͔͚͟ ̧̘̥̺́ͅs̭̤͍i̮̩͠h̷̫̜̝̀t̞̤̬̥̘̤̼͜͟ ̮̤̙ņ͉̲̦̞͓̱̳̪o̱͔̝̭ͅp̡̖͖̘̬͇̻̝ṵ̢̣̝͍̺ ͚͖͓͍ț̨̯̹̭͚̞̀͠s̡̯͉̘̜̖̲͙̠a̠̭̻̖̱͔ͅȩ̯̥̬̣̺̤̝f͉͈̞̺̘̫̺̲̖ ̮͔̭̮̩̖͙̱̯͝͡s̩̲̬̦̣u̩̭̖̠̼͈͞͞ͅ ̶̡͉͓̞͚̲̰͘t̷̖̫͈̝͍̕e̵̻͕l̵͖̗̬͞͡ ̴̼̬̠̩̥̺̼̕ͅ,̧̛̮͔͎͇̫̲̻͡ͅa̝͇̪͡͡ǫ̴͍̝̱͎͞K̼̝͏̷ ̷̙͖͈͕̤̦̀a̫̘̠̤̟̱̭̗ͅZ̹̳̦̦̝̣̗̬͙ ͍̭͕͙̗̻͘͠ͅf͕̞̗͉͍͎̭o̧̻̜҉ ̶͔͔̩̕͢t̤̬̘̲͙i̧̜͖̻̣̯r̘͉̩͟͜i͍̩̹̦̟̩p̶̡̩̹̣ͅs̫̠̼̻͚̥̦̖̠ ̧̗͕͕̥̜̖̭̞͇͘t̢̠̠̳a̷̰̭̠̩̬̱͉͜e͓̹̣̣͝r̙̥̖͉͓̞͏͏ģ̷̲͍̞ ̷̱̲̙͇̦̀ḫ̹̬̞̟̭O"

Sounding like no other earthly language on Earth, Khala invoked an ancient demon spell and started the progression of transporting hell to it's proper home: DEMON WORLD! So in another explosion within the skies, the heavens turned black with shadow hued fire; turning into a nice gradient of gold to blood red in the process as well. With the energy summoned by Tsubasa's massacre? Khala was more than able to have enough ample energy to teleport this entire structure back into the deepest pits of Demon World for the world of hell to finally be restored at last.

Through the leftover remains of Hell's MIsama, Khala's heart would shine with a golden color as her eyes would be radiating an overwhelming luminance to them as she looked back down on Tsubasa with a sinister grin across her face; rows of fangs being shown due to this change in mindset. "Haha, by destroying the gates you thought you would save the Soul Society from Hell's Wrath, didn't you? Well, I say you were certainly successful -- though not quite in the way you had planned." After speaking, Khala snapped her pictures and imagery of Ichigo Kurosaki's Hollow Form destroying the original gates of hell soon played out and the havoc it caused on the living world as a result of that action.

"Honestly, it's a very simple concept to understand. Did you not realize -- those gates were closed? That was your opportunity...your chance to send Hell back to the abyss. Like an elevator on the first floor, the dimensions of hell were raised to the top with the key forged in the spirits of those slain in this war. I was originally going to forge a second key to unlock the gates, but it seems you've more than done my work for me." Now, there seemed to be a colossal source of heat gathering in the area. It crushed into the lands, generate ungodly spiritual energy and darkened the vicinity all around them.

In this moment, imagery of Australia would flash. Going back to her intervention in Bendigo, the consumption of Inami, Kiriel and Kakine Yuudeshi's chaotic balls of energy that were comprised to be supernova-like stars and spheres with enough power to destroy moons. This untamed force would come back to her. For it was a just war trinket from that battle would serve a fitting punishment to pay for Tsubasa's ignorance. Having the power of three stars at her disposal, Khala would begin dropping a colossal black and red star upon the Thirteen Court Squad to once and for all make her strike at causing immense destruction to the 13 Divisions.

"General Yamamoto even figured it out... so, why couldn't you? You Fool." Grins, laughs and hollers now fading; there remained nothing but a grim and stern expression across Khala's face that was cemented with a hardened and deep voice. With that, The Heart of Deveta would leave those words for Tsubasa to bare as she faded upwards into the heavens to watch the effects of her attacks from this vantage point.




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Artist: Tony Anderson - Song: The Prophecy - Word Count: 2847

Unohana ended the broadcasting Kido, letting it dim out into thin air. Leaving her hands out in front of her, she'd capture what the previous moment held within them for a split second. The summoning of Hell's Gate to the Soul Society was something that would likely call upon other entities to their world, both just and unjust. The immense energy that it put out was enough to make Unohana's eyes grow in diameter as she sensed the presence of the dark energy pouring out from the gate. She'd lose herself but for a second, letting her arms fall back to her side as her hair draped down her chest and back once more. In her ten thousand plus years of life, never had she been put before such an evil emission of spiritual energy. One that left her unable to utter words toward the matter.

Suddenly her attention was drawn back to the child that combusted into a maniacal laughter, bellowing out at the words that Unohana had previously spoken to Tsubasa. She'd come to realize the girl was receptive enough to hear the words she spoke to him, that bringing the element of surprise to her would prove to be difficult. She'd speak words on behalf of Retsu's speech to Tsubasa as well, informing her that the her prior conceptions of what the gate would lead to were false and misguided. Though she'd offer no hand in what it was that she did plan. However, Unohana would remain unable to decipher the intention to her plots with her next words. She'd be able to interpret that whatever stirred following the child's words would be directed toward her.

Her interpretation would hold out to be true as she began to witness the large sphere form before the hand of the Demon. With the word "quarantine" replaying in her mind as the girl did so. She'd present plans to place Unohana within the sphere to keep her from infiltrating on her future endeavors. As the sphere was launched at a devilish speed toward her direction she made an attempt to pivot on her left foot away from the blast and shunpo away. Though as she began her movement her legs would find themselves within the structure, seizing all movement from beyond that of her current position as the sphere slowly crept its way toward the remainder of Unohana's being. She threw her hands out, groaning, in effort to release herself from the sphere. Her spiritual pressure bursting out from her upper body. Reaching down to grab and unsheathe her Zanpakutō she'd play right into the hand of the ball, being unable to relinquish her hand from the orb. All that remained was her left hand to be put to use. She'd fire several high caliber kido that would prove to be all for none, being voided as they made entrance to the sphere's wall. Finally, her head and body would be consumed, the remainder of her person soon after.

She opened her eyes, her vision becoming clear once more as she gazed upon the Soul Society with no sight of hostility being found. Not a soul was in feud with another, everything was peace. Requiem struck the land to a disturbingly high level, leading Unohana to believe this was some sort of mind trick. Though as she stood a golden mist would slowly travel toward her from all directions. Placing her hand before her attempting to channel her spiritual energy to her palm to create a Goyōgai around her person. Though as she did so, she'd feel that nothing would come of it, and that the dimension she had been placed into was one that was well structured to someone of her power set. Meaning that attempting to release her Zanpakutō would be futile. "Seems I've been outplayed... Fair enough." She'd speak knowing no one was there to listen or even here her. The golden mist made its way to her inch by inch, unsheathing her Zanpakutō as it did so. She swung into the mist, causing it to churn upward and fall back into place, continuing to ease toward her location once more. She'd scoff lightly at her whimsical efforts before coming to see the mist breaching her vision, to which she'd blink and as she did she be overwhelmed by the numerous number of men she had once share allegiance with. Her eyes began to water at the sight of them, they seemed so lifeless and dull. Their faces held a pale pigment, but they looked to be the people she had once shared in arms with. The salty substance began to trail down her face as they crept in toward as the mist once did, like she was a mother figure to them all. "Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you all walking toward me...? Please..." Though her relationship to the majority that walked before her held no high significance to her life in whole, the very disrespect of the dead had brought her to tears. They began to close in on her, as she tried to move away her body was pushed back by the others that came from behind, to which she quickly performed an about face to gain a view of them. "Return to your graves, do not let this trickery be a source of hatred toward me!" She plead and demanded all at once trying to push them away from her. They began to grab at her, bringing her into their warm embrace.

"Accept your salvation, become apart of the liberation and let go of this pain. You needn't suffer like this any longer. Take my hand and come with us to the world you deserve." They wished of her, though she'd continue to weep and shake her head in disapproval, her teeth showing from the disgusting look upon her visage. As they did so, she came to notice a transparency in her skin and straight to the tendons that remained underneath them. She attempted to push them away, but her feelings had weakened her to successfully do so.

While she felt the need to bring them all back to their prior selves, the ones she once knew and cared for, she kept herself from doing so. As it was clear the people before her were not the ones that she knew and fought for. The ones that she had mended and shared stories with while she walked them to their grave. She had often done so, sitting by the bedside of those that were wounded beyond even the repair of her own. Typically she'd be able to ensure their health through healing techniques she had perfected, however the death was a part of the job and allowed others to fill the shoes that they once were in. While it was vile to some, she had to teach those that were under her what it was like to fail in their duties. A lesson that never seemed to come to peace with herself. Many times this had occurred she would apologize to the warrior that laid upon the bed, but they would be hospitable to her feelings even in their time of end. Something she, herself, had never come to understand. Why was it that even though it would be their second death, they still wished to comfort the woman along side her bed...?

"Stop... move away...!" She shouted as she struggled. She could feel their touch coming upon her bare muscle, but felt no pain. Reaching for her Zanpakutō, grasping it by the hilt she brought it from its sheathe and immediately swung at the lifeless bodies that held her tightly. "Move awayyyyy!" She'd scream as she cut through them, they'd fall to the ground and others would take their place. "Damn, you!" Unohana shouted as she could feel the strength in her arms coming back once more. She had come to acceptance that slaughtering those that she had once fought along side was the only way she'd be able to overcome this. She continued to hack at the bodies, the tears still flowing down her cheeks. However, she was unsure if this was something she'd be able to see to the end. Her skin was near gone on all areas of her body, but she continued to feel nothing.

With each strike laid upon the bodies, they still continued to squirm on the ground holding on for their dear lives as they attempted to overcome their death once more. She could tell that their feeling wouldn't be void as hers was, but the only emotion that seemed to exist was fortitude. While they bled out at her feet and her attire became battered in the blood of those she cared deeply for, they still continued to attack her relentlessly. While she provided them a favor in ending their lives as brain dead captives to this alter world, she still had a sense of remorse in her actions. However, each time her blade dug through their flesh and bones just added another layer of ferocity toward the demon child that had diseased her with such an experience. Finally it began to become unbearable as she felt a sudden tick within her mind, letting herself express what was boiling within her.

"ENOUGHHHH!"

Her body emitted at a high decibel, as the men and women began to be ripped apart by the green reiatsu sourced from her body, the hue of it slowly turning to a crimson red flowed in a circle motion tearing them limb from limb. The mist fled along with the release of reiatsu as the sphere quickly shattered to pieces leaving the skinless body of Unohana to steam as it met with the moist air. Slowly her skin back into place and her scar that was once visible on her chest from her fight with Zaraki Kenpachi was no longer. Her reiatsu patched into the white blood cells that flowed with her body accelerating the regeneration process tremendously, taking a total of but ten seconds for her skin to be intact once more. She had found her way back into the battle, but only to see Hell's gate gone and hear the diabolic laugh of the child once more. She could see that much had taken place, but she would request the details of what happened after they made their way to paper. For now, she'd have a score to settle...

She'd follow in the footsteps of her Captain Commander and Captain Iriko next. "Bankai..." She'd mutter as she could feel the monster she once was beginning to consume her. She sought revenge for the disrespect the girl had plagued the dead with, whether it was an illusion or not. She had been forced to slay those she once put her life on the line for, and that was not something she could contain within her. Such actions would come to see justice, if it was the last thing she would do. She'd seek vengeance not only in the name of those that she had slew, but to those that had died this day in the child's efforts.

She rose her Zanpakutō up to eye level, pointing it diagonally at the ground as blood began to fall from the blade and covered a large area at her feet. As the blood began to seize its trickle to the deck her Zanpakutō would be nothing but a short katana of her spiritual pressure compressed into a highly capable blade. One that was made for agility and leaned on the strength of its user.

Without any time to waste she'd leap toward Khala, using a shunpo appearing just before the Demon child. Aiming to wedge her blade directly in the throat of the child. She stabbed rather than slice, attempting to use precision over shear power. Though as she did so a large gust of wind would follow it crushing buildings in a two mile radius and cutting right through the walls of Seireitei. As she did so, she would allow the blade to begin consuming the demon, if the attack was landed. Letting her tip toe just to the brink of life, Unohana would relinquish the blade from her throat, letting Khala gasp for air before falling into the abyss that she had sent so many others. She dragged her blade upon the ground's surface while she slowly paced away from the child, revitalizing the girl in the pool of demon's blood that she had just died within. "You will die one time for each soul that I was forced to slay while in that twisted dimension of yours. I refuse to be a subject to your petty games, and will not seize to exist until you pay your debt to the lives you have slayed and disrespected." She spoke through her teeth. Her eyes held a deep crimson color to the entirety of them as they were bloodshot with power and hatred. Her teeth clinched, restraining her from killing the girl once more. Though something about the feeling of driving her blade into the flesh of a being brought a familiar thirst back to her mind. She wished to fulfill that thirst until it was quenched by spilling the blood of the demon until the entirety of Soul Society was drenched in its crimson hue. The satisfaction the blood shed provided her was unable to be scaled, a feeling she had long forgotten a thirst that was thought to be quenched so long ago. She'd let her comrades join in on the fun before she'd continue on with her punishment.

However, if her attack was to be futile or a miss, she continue to send volleys of attacks in her direction, letting her blade clash upon anything that was in its way, with the exception of her allies. She'd slay thousands of hollows that seemed to had appeared from no where with just the pure strength in the swing of her blows. Flattening them into the Earth of the Soul Society, painting the white tiled floors in a crimson color. She'd see it to be the child would fall and rise one hundred times before finally laying her to rest, as she wished of Unohana just moments ago.

The monster within Unohana had once again been released as it once was during her days as the Kenpachi, the Captain of the Eleventh Division. It was a taste that she had long forgotten over these near thousand years of being outside of the battle field, yet strangely she was conflicted by the demonic presence within her. She was unable to comprehend why she allowed herself to fall to such measures, even with the travesties that had occurred on this day she had met tragedies that were just as brutal. Though she remained unable to bring composure to herself, as the high was too enormous for her to let go of. Her hand slightly trembled as she held her blade, being unable to control herself from not doing so. Adrenaline had began to set course within her body and the reiatsu that flowed in along with it in her veins led it to be much more throbbing than the average person's. The red body of spiritual energy encumbered a large portion of the battle field that was now leveled from Khala's efforts toward Tsubasa, a battle she was unable to watch. Though, had it not been for the demon's previous endeavor's Unohana would have never resorted to using her bankai, or her Zanpakutō at all. She was ashamed of herself for letting herself fall to such levels, but all the same she felt rejuvenated in doing so.

Before Tsubasa had asked her to assist in hanging up her retirement haori and leading a newly created division, she was content with living her life within her four walls. Reading books to pass time, exploring different varieties of tea, taking leisurely walks, helping the orphaned children with Rukongai... She had kept herself busy with so many things that she had wished to do while she was within the Gotei 13 she had completely forgotten what it was like to fulfill a duty and how satisfying the feeling was in itself. She felt at home once more, swinging her blade devilishly at the small demon. Fulfilling her calling in the after life.

The rage of her attacks would soon come a halt as she caught a glimpse of Tsubasa, seeing that he too had released his bankai, but for some reason or another he had been able to maintain his composure better than she had thought he would. She was impressed with such, but saw little in the matter as her mind stood primarily beside Khala. Unohana would withdraw from her presence for a moment awaiting for the Demon child's next actions and for her comrades to pitch into the killing spree of the girl if they could. Though their power and skill with a blade didn't quiet match that of the First Kenpachi's she knew they were capable of power great enough to destroy the likes of the girl before them.



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The male's eyes remained unphased as he saw her reaction to his attacks, attempting to simply go harder, better, faster, stronger. However, the wall that was the bubble stood fast as the daunting scream of power emitted throughout the society.

The look on her face; he couldn't stand it. It was irritating him in a peculiar way, how she looked out with eyes that said she had to do something good and yet she was attempting to do such destruction. "Lying to yourself…" he muttered as she spoke to him, looking her in the eyes. "Exactly, your body doesn't matter. It's clearly your mind that matters, and as I spoke earlier, that itself seems to have died. There's really not much else to say about it." He explained to her shortly as she bit down on her lip, the tendrils slamming against the bubble harder as the male began to laugh.

The bubble was as strong as his zanpaktou all over its surface area; to think that unpowered tendrils which had their power divided among themselves all over the place could pierce through such a tight defense was not something the male imagined. Of course, the very concept of him being defensive of something was strange. Truth be told, this was the first time he had ever once used Bubaru 2 out in the field. However, the reasoning for this was quite simple, and it appealed to Iriko.

"Don't you get it yet. You're on offense. That makes your job several times harder then ours. Or did you forget the fundamentals of war?' He asked her as he smiled, his eyes staring at her wide with amusement. "The sickness of what, exactly? The sickness of living? Do you know what happens when you violate one of the natural laws, to the soul of the person it happens to?" He demanded of the figure in the distance, his amusement gone and replaced by disagreement.

As he got near, he could see the look of bloodlust beginning to rise to her eyes as a result of the bullets. "You speak of damnation with the literal gates of hell opening behind yourself, opened by your hands." He told her as he prepared himself, expecting to have to engage at debate at last. He couldn't wait, to be honest. He was afraid of just one thing; that her madness would make her unreasonable and have totally killed her ability to think. That would lack all challenge, as well as feeling pointless and hollow.

"So he kept his soul while you gave yours up?" He asked her directly, the pointed question like a blade of its own as it stabbed towards her line of reasoning, rolling around the Helmholtz reference around in his mind. "That's also false. Helmholtz was another man with a soul. He was a product of the hell society who wanted out of it, not being forced into it. Such a comparison doesn't coincide well enough, though his artistic motivations are admirable." He concluded as the attacks slammed into her, almost visualizing his counter-argument.

"We all do. But release can be designed as a personal effect. You are exactly right that this world is pain. 'Pain, without love, I can't get enough, I like it right, because I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.'" The male quoted the song from the two-thousands, his pistol spinning around in his left hand as he contemplated the woman in front of him. "But these were here first. Doesn't that make you the disease, by definition of both disease and body? The aggressive action is being performed by you and your kind. The one defending against it is organized and one, it is a body." He replied to her as she stretched out her hand to him, his head tilting.

As the painful memories reappeared, Iriko's eyes drooped slightly. They just drooped. They drooped as one image to his right displayed him crying in a small corner of a classroom alone, hiding his tears behind a wall of indifference as his classmates sat several tables away, ignoring him. Another screen showed him fighting with the thought of both him and a certain person becoming the vice-captain at the same time and what that would mean for them. Another displayed the male's form breaking down into hundreds of pieces as a treasure chest was caught on fire, hundreds of manuscripts professing his deep love burning as brightly as his heart once had… his own form changed into that of a gigantic slug. A gigantic, stinking slug. Finally, the last screen showed simply him staring at a flame, without consciousness, without sight, without inspiration, without purpose. He was simply staring at it without desire or hope or dreams, without thought. That was the final image that Iriko looked at, and this was the state he reflected.

Finally, he turned back to her after she finished her speak, her hands held out towards him. "…" He simply tilted his head to the side, the kimono falling down on the right side as he lowered his arms, the tattoo of a flame burning brightly as a flash of pure red smashed into her hand, pausing her for a moment, perhaps. It did not hurt, it simply felt like for a moment that something had… appeared in front of her, before vanishing again. "I'll grab your hand." He told her as he reached out, throwing the pistol away behind him as he gripped her hand…

And yanked her into him, throwing his head forwards. His eyes were one now of steely determination as his forehead smashed into hers. Blood spat from the top of his head as his horns scarred into her flesh and his own forehead cracked a bit; his defense was truly low. However, that smack was likely enough to disorient her from the death that was being occurred, simply due to how utterly shocking it was to occur.

"You fail to understand one basic fact. If you love someone more than life itself, and that someone doesn't exist any longer in your world, what does that mean? To lose that love is to lose your life. The only thing that keeps me aware of what I am any longer is the Seireitei. Without them I'd fade into blackness. I'd vanish into nothingness. I would become that empty void once more. For you see, you have made one basic mistake…" He told her as the DE Force around them became much higher, the field around his body changing.

"I was dead from the beginning, inside. Haha." He said it like it was a particularly bad joke as the world closed in around him, his eyes looking straight forwards. All around his body, the world became void. He didn't have any desires. He didn't have any fears. He had simply existence itself, and that was all. How he filled it was completely up to him, thus the void. It wasn't truly a void, but a space waiting for something. It was waiting, eternally waiting, and it didn't make Iriko happy. It was his ideal world, but his ideal world could never make him happy, because on a basic level… Iriko didn't recognize himself as still having his own soul.

However, this sphere was ultimately the worst thing she could have done, because something appeared to the male. His eyes closed as he stood within the sphere, the outside world growing into non-existence. This meditation was something of the class of a grandmaster, with a setting that was perfection itself.

The black sphere around his body began to break down. On the outside, the words "General Yamamoto even figured it out… so, why couldn't you? You Fool." And in reply, a single voice emerged from the rubble. "Because our Captain Commander is stupid, intolerable, obsessive and lacks the benefit of common sense." The voice echoed out as a new force appeared from the area, and the Disgust Aura faded. Something strange was occurring; those bars that were so tightly bound… had simply faded into nothingness.

Within the rubble of it was a shining blue light. The light was splitting into the colors of the rainbow as it left the male's body, his eyes opening slowly as he looked at the woman, the spears high up in the sky vibrating as the white one suddenly surged, becoming thousands of times larger as it became more like a building in the sky before compressing violently in on itself, beginning to spin rapidly as it compressed the very air around it, collecting explosive force.

The figure's head had scales that were going down either side of his face. Either cheek had what looked like small pockets where a shiny substance showed. His robe had come completely off his torso, hanging on only by his legs. On either arm, scales had appeared, going up either arm, ending in claws for both hands. His legs were the same, his sandals gone at last. The hair was sleeked back and going away from his face. The eyes were staring outwards, shining diamond shaped orbs of sapphire light, radiating brilliantly outwards from his body. "Because I've lost my innocence, and I'm a stranger, a life-changer, I'm a man that's not afraid of danger. I walk my own path and know my own danger, because I'm not afraid to derail…'" more of the lyrics leaving his mouth, this time from the song "Not Listening" also from that age… as the aura began to appear from it… ice beginning to pour out. All over the space where the gate used to be, ice began to appear. Completely covering the back of the woman where the tendrils were, ice spat out. The ice completely and utterly covered over everything, reproducing at a massive rate. Even around Unohana and Tsubasa's body, ice began to form at a rapid pace around their body's, the figure looking at her.

"I am the ephemeral and without cause. My life has been a fleeting shadow. Once loved, choosing to 'live' past love. No cause for myself, but simply the whims of my desires. I walk the path that none other dare, watching like a solitary cloud. Shikokai, Seiryuu's Deicide."

The voice echoed, as the mouth began to smile, the spiritual pressure emerging at last as even Khala would feel as if some kind of force was on her body, Unohana and Tsubasa perhaps feeling slightly, ever so slightly, bowed by it. It was simply gargantuan, a spiritual pressure that exceeded anything that Iriko personally had ever sensed before… but that wasn't something that he was thinking about.

What the heck had happened? Khala's field had happened. It was meant to show him his idea lworld, and there was only one thing in the world that Iriko was personally missing that he desired to have once more. He wished to fulfill his life as the Seiryuu… the form that was imperfect within his bankai. It had become it's true form as a result of the ideal world where Iriko could meditate to this state, reaching it at last.

He waved either hand as a massive torrent of Slime began to appear from either side, shining blue as it flowed out in every direction, pouring over everything, including all the corpses… and the DE Energy was trapped inside. The powerful inhibiting effect of the slime was containing all the released energy that had not yet been absorbed into themselves, and gave those who were suffering a painless death as it froze their nerves, removing their very sense of pain. Neither of these was done on purpose, but simply as a result of the slime existing that way.

"This is war." He said simply as without warning his body began to shine… and nearly-instantly, his body reappeared in front of Khala's body. Bubbles popped out of either cheek as he literally 'rode a rainbow', crossing the bit of light of the rainbow's spectrum and using it to travel as he reappeared in front of her near-instantaneously. The bubbles on either side of his face began to change as they burst…

And hundreds of kido began to pour out. Massive Hadō 88, Tenran, Shakaho, Sokatsui, Haien, such explosive force that the slime that had appeared in front of the male's body to shield him from the damages was slightly torched as a result. "Now defeat me or be defeated. Mind games don't work on one who doesn’t allow themselves to be controlled by their mind." He explained to her as he held his hands out to either side, spheres of bubbles appearing there as the bubble at his back, far behind him, grew even larger, not to mention tougher.

"Bubaru 1." He stated simply as the bubbles in his hands popped… and an OCEAN of bubbles emerged. Tsubassa, the corpses, Khala, where the gate had been, Unohana… everyone was completely covered with the millions of bubbles that were flowing out. "Bubble Ocean." He stated as the bubbles covered everything, including his own body, looking at her.

"The title's not Captain, by the way. I'm Iriko Puzyri-Teimei, the Walt Whitman of Seireitei. The world's foremost kido user.." He explained as all the bubbles gained a yellow light within them going out from Iriko's own body, his blade pointing outwards as every one of the bubbles with yellow light changed to purple, the ones all around Khala charging Haien within them, the abolishing flames daring her to pop them as the male pointed a hand forwards.

"Remove your existence, you said? For that all I'd have to do is shrink down your energy to nothingness." The male stated as he held his blade out in front of himself… and it rapidly changed. Slime flowed around the tip as it shot at speeds faster than any eye could likely follow, travelling along the lines of the rainbows as they slashed at the entire surface area of Khala's body in nearly an instant, covering her from head to toe in slime, including the bubbles around her, forming a massive bubble around a shell of slime that squeezed around her body, his own hand holding another bubble within it.

The star she had dropped... as Iriko reemerged from his isolated world, he came to understand at a pace that astonished him what had occurred. His bubble's defenses had been breached finally by a strong enough attack. The front side of the bubble had been shattered, and the top of the barracks had been lit on fire, parts of it destroyed. Iriko had reemerged from his isolated world as the star hit with the back part of the bubble... showing the amazing new resilience as the star exploded. That was all. it shattered, cracking all over its surface along with the back of the barrier, the bubble itself still maintaining its form. It was a very strange effect to see, but it showed the massive increase the male had experienced, as the toughness of that shield was that of his own zanpaktou. As they watched, another preliminary layer spread out all along the bubble, covering either side. Slowly, those sides began to regrow their maximum capability of defense, and if something were to pass from one side to the other it would give the opposite side enough time to recover. It was a pain... and as it swelled to nearly 30% more than its original size, it became obvious that more than just a toughness bonus had been added.

"Ah, I've never felt the presence of someone who could make me go full-out." He explained to her as the slime around her body changed to a pale blue, beginning to freeze her very body as more slime began to flow from the bubbles below her, spurting out all around her body from the Bubble Ocean that had completely swamped the area, concealing everything but the view of Iriko reflecting hundreds of thousands of times. "But against a god, there's no reason not to strike with the theoretical power of a dragon divine, is there?' He asked aloud as within the bubble, a black presence began to shine as pressure pushed on her body from the bubbles and slime around her body, the black tail-structure that jutted proudly on his back shining brightly as he spoke.

"So let's break you down, throw you off your throne. Your views will remain exactly the same, and that's why they're such broken ideologies. It doesn't matter who you are, you can hold them. Circumstances are irrelevant. The world, nay, the very universe could be collapsing around you and you would maintain the same views. What you desire isn't life. What you desire is madness. You are filled to the brim with an illogical fear that makes any other thought impossible, making you dead, exactly as I said. So therefore all that's left is your body flailing around, and I shall attend to that." He explained to her as he waited now, those shining eyes looking directly at her from every single angle within the slime and bubbles.

Not that any of them could witness it, but on the outside of the bubbles… Hail had begun to fall.

"If no living person can defeat you, looks like I'm the man for the job."





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It was hard to calculate everything, he couldn't control his full power all that well. It put him on level with the Late Commander Yamamoto without trouble. Tsubasa exhaled a breath, breathing for now. He needed to focus now, bring all of his energy forward. The static and electricity around the Gotei 13 began to fade the very area ran dry as Tsubasa's body activated the defenses for the Gotei 13. It wasn't done yet, his body glowed with power as he the very lighting hadn't stopped attacking Khala nor had the metal. It flew at her and would explode it it struck her. But sadly dodging or using it against allies wouldn't work, it would simply bounce off. Tsubasa had enough control of his Zanpakutō to control it here and in most of the areas. Tsubasa noticed the transportation of the gate, deciding he'd do something entertaining now. The illusion of him faded after a moment he'd caught his breath, but he'd done something while under the guise of his illusion. Something minor, Khala would notice surely.

When she cleansed it, Tsubasa took the time to relocate the kido within the illusion. It no longer was on the gate, but it was somewhere. He'd relocated it to Khala hiding it within the massive attack by Iriko, he managed to slip it in before the illusion had faded. Now he waited for her to notice it, the kido was simple. Urahara had once used it on Aizen, the spell locked all the energy the being had within, allowing no means to access or use it. Till simply put the energy overloaded and blew the vessel up. Tsubasa calmed his power the storm raging across the battlefields calmed as he looked above at the attacks, Iriko's bubbles had done quite a bit of work on them. Now it was certainly his turn to do something about them, he pondered as he raised his hand up gesturing to her. She perhaps noticed it but metal formed around her body, it was a type of metal that wouldn't interfere with Iriko's attacks. He was aiding the Captain using a pin point control to create metal of a certain type. He made sure that everything worked out, Khala's wrist, ankles, and neck had shackles form around them.

Tsubasa was far from done, he decided that no amount of damage would be enough to make this better. Tsubasa's gaze went upwards, looking towards what appeared to be the attack being handled. Iriko did some rather impressive work, his hand pointed again and tigers formed. Kido energy biting at the form of Khala highly explosive tigers, if everything had gone according to plan this would do nicely. Unohana was safe, he was controlling his power now. His blue orbs focused in on Khala, she certainly was something. Fighting all of these people and yet she kept them on the ropes. The tigers attempted to bite her shoulders, Tsubasa was extremely gifted in kido but their was more. He used a shunpo showing extremely fast speed almost vanishing in fashion of teleporting. His form stood for a moment as his entire being glowed with reiatsu, controlling his power was the key. He needed to do this as carefully as possible.

Tsubasa began to focus that's when he noticed it, something was off. He'd followed Kisuke's instructions to the letter about damaging the gate, though he noticed the things that were going on. It was very odd as he exhaled a soft breath. Trying to gain full control of his power was difficult, it was like learning to walk. The lighting that damaged the outer area's had been pulled in. Though now it had become a different type of fight, Tsubasa was learning. And she may of just done something she'd regret, he listened to the language. Tsubasa began decoding it, he understood it and could perhaps do something about what she'd done. Tsubasa learned the structure and energy output of her attacks, the language used was fairly old. The dialect was something very interesting, none of the current world ones matched up. Nor any of the dead languages he knew, his mind thought for several moments. But he understood enough, his mind began taking the language for what it was. Thinking on each word, what they meant it would take him a couple hours. But he would figure out the nature of it soon enough.

It was a spell, obvious by the outcome of what had happened around here. The residue was still rather thick before Kisuke did his thing, he was attempting to seal the gate. Though it would be harder now, he suspected the Gate's location was within Demon World, the dialect was of the demons. He could figure out a couple details of it and understood not much of it. Than again it wasn't about knowing the language was it, his tigers and bankai were in place. Tsubasa had reigned it in now, full control was his finally gathering all of his energy had been tiresome. It wasn't so much that Tsubaki was an illusion, they didn't know the truth of his sister. Tsubaki was a killer from a young age, going to hell was pretty clear. You can call it what you wish, but murder is still murder. It's rather sad but Tsubasa felt comfortable next to that gate.

Tsubasa was everything Khala said, everything was how it should of been. His eyes simply closed, yes this was his fault. He had killed them he silently accepted it as he had caused this damage. Nobody was left alive here, that was the sad truth and Iriko's release proved how dire this situation was. Tsubasa was being very careful to use his powers in a team effort, he began to move now. It was time to strike this female down, he would have to direct his power in a certain way. She was a tough one and working with the slime that Iriko had created would be tough. Tsubasa was waiting he didn't wish to get in the way of Iriko's attack, he knew Unohana and Iriko would more than likely rather he stay back. Tsubasa knew that the commander shouldn't do more than he did. He wasn't a Yamamoto he smiled faintly and he spoke now. Regarding all her comments, he decided to handle them in one simple phrasing. "I'm not Yamamoto, he had his way, I have mine." Tsubasa made it clear without leaving any doubts or thoughts about this.

Tsubasa wasn't Yamamoto, he couldn't be him nor would he try to be. It was naive of him to say he'd surpass him, Yamamoto did things his own way. Tsubasa did them his, each Captain Commander was different and that was the fact. Yamamoto had much more experience than he did, but excuses weren't the answer. He didn't let things bother him that much, killing people was a normal thing for him. He'd killed plenty of people before, his eyes of blue slowly had a single eye turn crimson red. Tsubasa's murderous area became clear again, the kido were set. But he wasn't done, Tsubasa decided to deal with her in another method. He didn't wish to get in the way so he decided to hit her with enough Bakudo she'd not be able to move. His orbs locked in on her position directly so far many things had happened. Tsubasa began doing something that few others could, chaining together bakudo's many of them in fact. Creating an opening for the others, allowing their attacks to get in.

The first to appear was bakudo 61, adding the chant on to it empowered the spell a great deal. They were seeing just how diverse Tsubasa's skills were, but he wasn't done yet. As six rods slammed into the female's sides or tried to do so on Khala. Black holes opened around here, not causing trouble to the attacks of Iriko or any of the others. The last hole attempted to form in the middle of her chest. This was the final seal, or at least adding on to them. The shackles he forged were specially designed to make them different, they were perhaps like carrying around mountains. Combined with the tigers he'd formed of kido and these two spells. Everything was set, Tsubasa knew Iriko and Unohana could handle the rest most likely. But he wasn't through just yet, Khala was going to deal with this the way many others had. He was going to attempt something extremely difficult. Tsubasa's eyes closed as he prepared himself for it, he could use a forbidden kido but it would likely cost him his position.

Tsubasa considered the cost of defeating her, it wasn't worth losing the job not yet. He was the heart beat of this place, defeating Khala wasn't absolute no that was reserved for another. She was dangerous beyond most enemies he'd faced, but their was another beast who held the right that she did not. Kin, but Tsubasa had learned something he had far greater power than he realized. And tapping into it was not easy but he understood now what was needed. Tsubasa had finished his part in most of this as he raised his Zanpakutō taking a rather odd stance choice. Instead of aiming for pure power he was going to do something else, he could move fast and evade most any attacks. The Kierudo style was ready and he was just as prepared for this battle. Unohana, Iriko, despite the differences he had with Iriko he respected him. Iriko may never of respected him which was fine, that was perhaps the best way to look at this situation. Tsubasa waited till he knew he had an opening, making sure nobody was in his way.

He held his sword with the point towards Khala' giving it a thrust he sent a very small shock wave of power at her. It was small enough it was like the size of a bullet though it could rip right through the body of someone if not careful, this was simply a different use of the Kierudo style's killing methods, using the power move in a fine point based attack. His eyes observed her with little care in them, he could of spread the damage out and done more. But this was the ideal way of doing it, letting the damage be aimed her through a pin point attack. Tsubasa was ready to sit back and watch for the most part. He'd done his part in damaging the gate, something they'd fixed most likely. His bankai was recalled as all of it appeared in First District. Hundred's upon hundreds of tigers were everywhere, made of metal and quite literally prepared to eat the female Khala. Though they'd explode before that happened, Tsubasa could do many things but decided to simply wait after that move to see what came next.

This place had evolved once more into a different type of battlefield and Tsubasa had gained complete control of his new power, he seemed composed and had left it fairly simple for Khala. She could mock him if she wished, Kisuke had a plan and Tsubasa trusted it. Kisuke however most likely had set up things for a situation such as this. Though what was it, those sort of things were not his decide. Tsubasa wasn't used to these sorts of problems, he was willing to do what it took to get the job done. If people died that was the way the ball bounced, he didn't hide himself from the facts. Tsubasa was very much a man who accepted whatever the world gave him in full. Tsubasa had witnessed Unohana over come her own strife, Iriko had done the same. But Tsubasa's fury had struck out is what the people would say. But as he stood and looked at Khala she'd see one thing, he was still despite the closer of his soul, the Enigma.







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The skies were all sorts of distorted colors, while the air was a bizarre mixture of blazing hots suns and frigid cold winters. Indeed, the balance was certainly becoming contorted, twisted and overall broken. However, when you are dealing with a creature that seeks to destroy this equilibrium? It only comes with the terrority with how far this war had truly spiraled out of control. What started off as just a mere grunt invasion had evolved, morphed and became known as one of the most lethal Shadow Fall operations in the Soul Society to date. The dawn of the Shadow Throne, Khala Asthavon, was certainly coming to rise as her cult-like followers used suicidal tactics, crazed assaults and mass numbers to outright inflict significant damage upon the Seireitei and Soul Society as a whole. So as more smoke, explosions and fire rose in the distance; the elements of chaos, discord, death and despair were all enveloping The Heart of Deveta like a sinister blanket of pain as she relished in the agony of the world and the release of her fragile selves being freed from this torment.

And no such agony was as painful as the one Khala observed of Unohana Retsu, The First Kenpachi. Indeed, both physical and mental, the scars of her past were coming to the surface and taking full form as these ghost of days long gone came to reclaim The Lone Maiden. It nagged at her, consumed her and almost overwhelmed her if it weren't for a pesky thing known as willpower. The salvation was almost had, the saving of this soul's cursed lifetime stained in this existence had been nearly cured -- yet -- the stubbornness within her soul was still very much intact. Further observation of Unohana's struggle made Khala question why she was so determined to fight through this suffering. What was her exit plan? Even with her being able to cut through all the obstacles thrown in her way, the futility of it all would surely come full circle if she was focused on defeating the root cause of it: Khala herself.

Gazing into her otherworldly perception, The Heart of Deveta did indeed see a timeline, an alternative universe, if you all, where she was soundly defeated by this trio of powerful Shinigami. Yet, in spite of the fact that all three of them were able to defeat this Demon Goddess in that one probable timeline -- there was still much hell to pay. Countless others rose up behind Khala's call, more powerful foes came from the abyss and the inner hearts, minds and turmoils of their lives all came full circle. A person may be able to delay the inevitable by stoning a beast like The Shadow Throne -- but in Khala's mind -- it was all a futile effort to put off an unavoidable end. All universes die, all timelines end and the sweet embrace of death will eventually embrace all creatures to allow them their salivation. No matter how long it takes; even if it should overlap into trillions of years, that persistence and determination of the afterlife Khala yearns for would eventually come true. Rather it comes in the form of the heat death of the universe, the destruction of all life by an unforeseen force or the gradual decay of the known dimensions: it. Has. To. Come. True.

So as Unohana was in the process of shattering the dimension Khala had enforced around her body, The Shadow Throne's own energy finally started to come to the surface. Rubbing in the lands echoed, the skies trembled and a source of golden light started to envelop her eyes. In fact? The very third eye attached to Khala's chest was even seen pulsating as this was a signal this creature's heart was beginning to come to life. Gritting her teeth and sensing all the disturbances in the land, Khala was injecting all of these experiences into herself, amplifying her DE Force and becoming one with the torment, decay and sorrow expressed all throughout this war. Although the cluster of force within this child-like being was hard to measure, it was certain she was ready and armed to do something dangerous given the correct agitation -- and boy was she about to receive one hell of an irritation.

"Enough? I KNOW IT'S ENOUGH! WE BOTH KNOW IT'S ENOUGH!"

That is the words that Khala chose to scream out as the world around them started to shatter, break and quiver in fear at the hollering of her voice. Just in that mere shockwave rows of tens of thousands of Shinigami and Demon alike were killed, obliterated and turned to dust in the wind as their bodies broke down and were sucked into the abysmal pit of Death itself to be processed and birthed into their new world of pure bliss. The resistance of her perceived selves were growing on her patience, but that was just out of her own love, her own worry and the sensation that the pain Unohana was going through could all but be alleviated if she just gave into this new world. It was maddening, it was infuriating; but Khala had to fight through it! It was an eternal and endless battle into the deepest shades of madness itself that this Demon God was willing to battle in her own deluded and crazed sense of morality!

"So why can't you comprehend it?! I'm just trying to save the both of us any further torture, suffering and misery this corrupted universe has imposed on us. You are me, I am you and we can both free ourselves of this struggle if you only accept me into your heart so we can become whole again!" Voice choking up, but face full of fury and sadness; Khala could only have a golden tears drip from her eye sockets. Words could not convey it perhaps, so she was forced to begin gritting her teeth out of malice, bawling her fist filled with contempt and hardening her stance to endure the next wave of pain coming her way. This influx in her energy had caused The Shadow Throne's hair to begin standing on it's ends; resulting in the black and golden hued hat she so boldly worn to become dissipated into the wind.

Snarling furiously at the leap Unohana took forward towards her, Khala let out another yell before deciding to let loose with the heavy handed hits. Therefore, before Unohana could even touch her, an invisible and condensed force had all but blocked the blade. Being that the attributes to Deveta's Heart were slowly, but surely awakening and coming to life, it was influencing the very gravity around them to be at her utter disposal. By doing this maneuver, she harnessed this power to make the gravitational pull one hundred times denser and harder than Earth's gravity within this contained region of Unohana's bladed assault to avoid getting hit by The Kenpachi's Zanpakutō.

Even if it didn't successfully stop the blade, it would certainly dramatically slow down the speed of Unohana; if it didn't outright crush her hand and sword. Understanding its effects, she may very well lose that arm with the amount of pressure that was fixated to that singular area where all of The Kenpachi's sword strikes were aimed. This may even lead to damage to her Zanpakutō in the form of it snapping it half, dents to be inflicted upon it or it outright being snatched out of her hands by the amount of impact behind this blow. Indeed, this would cause quite the significant blow to her battle if it were allowed to be processed as a good chunk of energy could be felt surging outwards to outright consume and break the whole of Unohana's body as it exploded in a gravitational bomb meant to impose that sort of damage throughout her body within a confined region of twenty meters.

Although, there was an error of calculation on part of Khala. Coughing up a bit of black blood, apart of Unohana's slash and her own gravitational bomb pierced The Demoness stomach. This caused an intense burning pain for a few moments before her body swiftly went to work trying to numb that sensation. Shown on her right most stomach area, there was a burning and smoldering hit made that tore through her clothing, skinned her body and was shown to have a great impactful force. Reacting to this agony by grabbing the pulsating eye on her chest, Khala could feel something was off within her being as she started to pant out of feeling the pressures of this body slowly aching her. While Khala could attempt to indeed spread that force through a larger area, with the dawning of her powers slowly coming to fruition, The Shadow Throne was intent on making these impacts immensely strong with the grip she had on them, but condensed into smaller regions. This is due to the fact that it had been many eons since she had ever had a battle, yet alone one against multiple Shinigami in their Bankai states or higher, so it seemed to be the best bet in order not to strain her presently weakened heart. So it is on that wing and prayer that Unohana faced a critical hit while Khala echoed these words out to her presumed "self".

"I will die....for each soul I've claimed?" This caused Khala's eyes to dull, before her shoulders slumped to her sides and the sounds of a small laugh started to cackle out of her mouth. After a few seconds it got progressively louder and louder until she started outright having a laughter fit as more tears started to fall down from the lone goddess's eyes. However, they weren't tears of joy. Nay. They were those of pain as it hurt her to keep harming this vision of her soul in such a way. To see Unohana hurt like this -- made Khala hurt. Yet, she felt the need to keep pressing on and brave the weight of her heavy soul. So with a frown, a scowl and and determined resolve in her head; she'd start shouting off at the woman as The Demon Goddess felt this was all for their own benefit. As they were all in this together, they were all the same being and they had to understand just what they were!

"Listen, you haven't an inkling of what is in store for the two of us. There are an endless sea of souls that have yet to be saved, restored and made whole into our being, Unohana. Those were merely the spirits YOU killed wanting to find YOUR SALVATION." Snapping her fingers without so much as a hesitation, more energy seeped out of The Demon Goddess as she started countering the sword blows once again with her gravitational explosions; obliterating reishi, earth and even oxygen and air itself with each pocket sized explosion that rang out. What's more? She even created a whole field of these gravity bombs meant to do their damndest to obliterate any attack that came into their field. Expanding to roughly one hundred in numbers, Khala had more of her sinister laughs echo out. In this moment, at that time, her power was trying to rise to the surface and force it way out of this dark and decrepit pit to meet and outmatch the threat that was looming on the horizon. As this war was progressing further and further into the depths of hell itself, it was obvious that more strength was going to be needed to overcome this first of many battles to her utopian afterlife!

"In death? There is no pain. There is no anguish. The only thing that is an endless void of bliss, certification and wholeness that I wish to invoke across all our scattered selves thrown into sunder by this universe's cruel rules. So if you wish to stand in the way of that, I have no choice but to cut you down myself!" Having made her mantra up, it was time to unleash unholy catastrophe upon these sickened selves. Therefore, Khala had the burning mark from Unohana's earlier attack begin to be patched up. Utilizing her own high-speed regeneration, the smoke all but came to a cease around The Demoness's body. After that, the blacked blood that started to ooze out of her had halted and the significant cut that had marked her body was sealed tight. Following that was even the dematerialization of the clothing and it appeared as if Khala was all but new as the mechanisms of her body's internal structure would make her body appear as fresh as the day she was born at the cost of blowing through her energy.

Once the regeneration was done, Khala's eyes dawned on Unohana and with a few blinks of the eye, was already in front of the Kenpachi ready to strike. So without resistant, Khala amplified the strength of herself by turning releasing blow after blow of reinforced gravity upon her face. The combined impact with the motion of Khala's fist would be enough to heavily cement and reinforce the injuries Unohana may or may not have previously suffered from these barrages of assaults on Khala's end. A blow to her sternum, throat, jaws and then two tendrils piercing her sides were the first wave of seismic blows dealt by The Demon Goddess as she got a hands on approach to the situation.

Understanding that Unohana's own swordsmanship was not to be underestimated, Khala had numerous tendrils spew out of her third eye and attempted to unleash them at great speeds in order to deflect and repel any potential strikes from her blade as she attempted to outright overpower her. And being no person to ignore her environment, this more than included any assistance from her allies; as Khala's living tendrils, in this moment, were ready to eat and devour anything that came it's way or take the blow outright for The Shadow Throne. All the while, she guided her previous gravitational bombs to scatter across the area and compound the difficulty of reaching Unohana while she was busy thrashing and mauling her like a savage beast. Intermixed within them would be various sorts of inverted loops would redirect the very air around them. Since, as some would notice, various sorts of projectiles were redirected in many random locations. A large chunk of rock was seen hurling towards the west, despite coming from the north. While a blackened corpse that dropped from the sky was redirected back upwards into the air. Essentially, it was a loop meant to block out intervention until Khala was ready.

Thenceforth, she could focus on the next series of tendrils that were reinforced with this same ungodly gravitational force and meant to have five sink into Unohana's spine in order to immobilize her, drain the spiritual energy out of her and outright crush her as she did her best effort to inject this force to shatter her entire backside and leave her paralyzed on the ground; depleted of life and taken out of this fight outright if all went according to the plan. There was the potential for death, sure, but the more probable outcome would be an outright coma or unconscious more than anything else. All that mattered to her was easing the lasting moments of this woman's agony to put an end to centuries upon centuries of endless misery to release her into the embodiment of death to find her retribution for this horrid life that she has lead. And the only way Khala knew how to do that -- was through utter and complete annihilation. It was her form of love, her way of compassion and the only method that seemed to work in destroying the boundaries between bliss and despair in the world. For the universe thrived on pain, and the only way to beat it was to outmatch it in destruction! That was the kind of logic that was screaming, roaring and bouncing throughout the inner walls of Khala's mind as she thrusted forward into this burning world of hers.

"Now hate me as you may, I am the only self who can stop this torment now." And with those cryptic words uttered out in a raspy voice, Khala saw forth to utterly dismantle any further resistance from Unohana. In her hand laid eons of demonic knowledge, hundreds of millennia's of knowledge and the power and energy to use it all efficiently and without error. So it is along these lines that Khala, no matter what action or reaction was given, had attempted to outright shatter and seal the root of Unohana's powers as her hand was consumed within a neon green light. Aiming directly for The Kenpachi's gut, this seal of compression was meant to attach itself to Unohana's Soul Chain and corrode it with Death Energy. By utilizing the breakdown function of her DE Force, this seal of death sought to rip the life out of The Raven Haired Maiden. Internally, it was meant to seal off her reishi by vaporizing and disintegrating each particle of energy inside of her body bit by bit until nothing remained but enough to keep her barely clinging to life.

Even with her expert kido knowledge, it would be put to the test against one of the oldest forms of demonic magic. So it would have five layers meant to be spread throughout her body in order to reinforce the chances of this succeeding and each one was doing its best effort to break the Kenpachi. Attempting to even corrode her will, delude her mind and regress her body to a state of powerlessness. In this way, Khala sucked her teeth out of distaste for having to do such a thing to someone as beautiful as this woman and resorted to letting out a quick yell out of frustration. In this moment, Khala pulled back and attempted to deliver one final smashing kick that could devastate endless city blocks across Unohana's face and intercept the next challenge overhead: The Captain known as Iriko Crow. Deciding that she didn't want any further interference from Unohana, Khala decided that before she had dealt with Iriko -- The Kenpachi was going to molded into a sound grave. Baring those thoughts in mind, Khala opened a vortex that was connected to Earth's space. From there? She'd decided to rid herself of this pest once and for all. Placing a heavily fortified dome around Unohana's vicinity, she'd then open up numerous vortexes around her and attempt to inject heat from the surface sun itself in order to order to force her to tap out until the very last drip of consciousness was exhausted from The Shinigami. In this way, no matter which colossal assault made it's impact, something was going to leave it's mark on the woman. So whenever The Demon Goddess felt The Fierce Kenpachi's energy finally drop down to her base form? The barrier itself would be shattered as Khala would take that for a means of giving up and embracing the inevitable end of her miserable life.

Cackling with disgust and delight meshed together into one eerie laugh, she'd then set her sights back on the lone Captain in the sky. It was a null feeling after having the sensation of her tendrils failing to pierce through the bubble dome, but that's simply because of Khala's own fault: she wasn't fighting with nearly enough heart or energy to pierce through it. So it was to be expected as The Demon Goddess herself noted that this strength within her was just beginning to rile, awaken and come forth to the surface to invoke these wonderful miracles to the world! Therefore, she'd disconnected most of the appendages associated with her body and cast them away as if they were nothing but canon fodder. Feeling that her body was growing, energy contorting and mind accelerating to greater heights; perhaps she was outgrowing it even as they fought now. So many centuries had passed since the last time she fought a group like this, as visions of Mana Asthavon, Nami Asthavon, Rock Asthavon and Strength Asthavon came back into her mind during the first time she was awakened from her slumber. Indeed, this fight was just like that one then and it meant that The Heart of Deveta was going to have to hit a bit harder if her goals, her dreams and hopes of unifying all her divided selves into one were going to be successful. The disease had become strong, so very strong and it wasn't anyway of getting around it anymore.

"My mind is all that matters? Yes! You are right! Our mind's do matter! We are all interconnected as one and I'm just doing my part as the one to unify our distraught self. In the arms of death, I believe the entire picture will be painted clear as to what we are, my loving self." There seemed to be a soft, caring and gentle tone to Khala's voice at this point; eyes easing over despite the fact she was become a singular powerhouse capable of mass destruction and genocide. Never once did she believe she was doing the wrong thing. Perhaps there was a passing notion that she was even doing the world a favor by accelerating the rate of death and having these factions of her wondrous mind be forced to unite under death's gloom banner. After all, the intent was to become whole, wasn't it? This is just the most swift way Khala knew to restore her own "balance". "And of course I understand my job as the chemo to your cancer is an extremely perilous one. It's just...I haven't fought a battle such as this in many years. So perhaps, just maybe, I need to wake up a bit myself!" And those confident words spoken, another explosion of golden and white energy raptured around Khala as her eyes seemed focused, intent and gleaming full of life. They were eyes that may have been filled with delusions of grandeur, but crazed beauty that only she herself was capable of fully understanding as the cure to the sickness! "Natural laws? Haha, Surpassing Law IS the Natural Law! I AM the natural law when Truth is not here." In this time, a menacing grin that showed rows of fanged and razor sharp teeth came across Khala's face. "My....kin...my brother....my sister.....Truth.....we are the fundamental forces of this existence. The Soul King has his put, but he has surely been rendered silent together with my beloved kin."

Lowering her head to the point of her eyes being dosed by it's shadow, there seemed to be a more somber tone to her voice now. "So, what am I to do? Hehehe, I assume it's my time to take control of that soul cycle." Clenching her fist, the memories of her fellow godling started to flashs in her mind as many shades of blue, green, red and gold tears dropped from her cheek in light of that pain in her heart from losing communication with him. Yet -- there was still that ominous grin across her face as she braved through this sense of mental torment and performed physiological gymnastics to invoke Surpassing Law as the new Natural Law. However, if one's ability holds sway over the universe, you were born at the start of it and have powers only rivaled by two other creatures revered as "gods" in their own right: what conclusion would you be led to believe? That is the ugly notion in Khala's powers, after all. "So what constitutes as their violations of nature....doesn't apply to myself. I'll make that judgement call for myself which is natural and what isn't with Surpassing Law's gift. That is my tool to bring us back to being complete once more and freed of these shackles."

Now glancing back to the vanishing hell in the distance, there was nothing but a soft chuckle emitted from Khala's being. So what if the gates of hell were opened? What point did it matter at this point? There were far too many numerous beings whom held the vessels of destruction within their veins that were capable of obliterating entire landscapes and turning them into hellish inferno's of death. Heh, didn't his Captain even show that fact? How was she any different from that? Those were some of the notions running through the mind of Khala as she could only shake her head at that rebuttal. "My rapture leads to the saving of souls, the merging of our minds and the release of pain. We've been...suffering for so long....who wouldn't want to break free of this prison of anguish after so many eternis? Please." Moving her right hand to the side, Khala could only tilt her head before closing those golden hued eyes of hers and letting out a softened sigh to calm the uneven nerves within herself.

"I can tell that the actions I've caused are very calamitous in nature, but it's necessary to see the light of our true after life. This...this world? It's nothing more than purgatory. Just look all around you!" Motioning her arms to rise in the air, Khala referred to the entirety of the Soul Society. "The Soul King Rules Over purgatory, The Angel of Truth has domain over Heaven and I control the wickedness that is Hell and Demon World as a result." By the time that Iriko had mentioned the belief that Khala had gave up her soul, she could only let out a disenchanted sigh to that very concept. "We were the original origins of the soul, don't you understand that? The very perception of the soul were born and crafted by our very hands. Even the very powers you wield by that Zanpakutō were made possible by The Soul King's notion of the spirit." Pointing at Iriko's bubble-dome and then his own Zanpakutō spirit by producing a holographic image of it, Khala could only scoff harshly at that logic.

"So with myself? The assumption I've given up anything is false. I am seeking to reclaim what I've lost; as I am incomplete and you are to. I yearn to make us all whole again and seek the fullness of the complete spirit as it was intended to before either of these fundamental forces were created. In the void of the unborn, there is no room for it." In that moment, the very assaults that were launched by Iriko seemed to be bouncing off The Heart of Deveta as this counter-argument was made and visually even seen coming into effect by the way in which their powers clashed. "As for the comparison? I made that connection based on the fact that we are one in the same and I'm yearning to bring out the collective desire to find peace. From the wealth of knowledge I have, I do have enough understanding of you that you are indeed an excellent writer. So perhaps an eternity to reflect on that poetry would be best suited towards your soul's eternal nirvana."

Now taking a moment to listen to the song in which The Dragon Crow quoted, Khala could only chuckle somewhat as she started to think of this reflection of herself as a masochist if he were so yearning for further punishment. In stating that, there was a line of reasoning that she could understand if one actually had grown to love the pain of this universe. A coping mechanism to deal with the harshness of this reality certainly had to be founded and perhaps that's just the trick some of these shattered sleeves used to get by. In spite of that -- he was utterly wrong about her being the disease and she'd quickly bring back her earlier point. "Did you not hear a word I spoke to you, Dragon Crow? I, Truth and Soul King were some of the first forces in existence to forge this material realm." Once finished bringing that point back up, Khala grabbed on to her golden third eye and uttered this sentence out clearly for all those to hear on the battlefield. "In other words: I Am The Heart Of The Demon God. I am the one who bares his pain and my name is Khala Asthavon: Holder of Deveta's Soul."

There was no sinister laugh, mournful tears or furious anger behind that tone of voice; it was clear, objectively and concrete resolve to speak it's name into existence and realize just the opponent they were up against. "Although, you may otherwise know another incarnation of myself as Touketsu...." Now seeming in control of herself at this moment, it seemed that those words even reminded Khala of just who she was herself. "...and you should understand now that I am simply cleansing the vessel we all share to be purified, cleansed and made to run as it should be under Surpassing Law."

Once finished speaking those words out into the land, another heavy sigh escaped the lips of Khala as her energy was more than ready to react violently towards anyone who dared disturbed any portion of her dialogue. Even though she was indeed at the rank of "Demon God", that wouldn't stop any other creatures from trying to cease their clutches at victoires by doing their damndest to interrupt her. This was shown by ripples of blackness phasing in and out around Khala's body as it was ready to vaporize and terminate all sorts of projectiles, physical assaults, magic and anything else you could shake at this ungodly creature.

However, she was more interested in the transformation into the slug that The Crow underwent. It appeared the the innermost depths of his soul were certainly coming to the surface with this profound motorphoris. It made the third eye, nay, the Heart of The Demon God begin to slowly but surely open it's eyelid; if only ever so much. And with it came an ominous feeling was felt throughout the lands as the entire sky was blackened and shades of red and gold were now the minority on the skyline. The Demoness's own eyes then started to become devoured by darkness before her iris and pupils were a mixture between a bright halcyon hue and a onyx color; appearing as if the whites in Khala's eyes faded and all that was left was a golden stare from her.

This exchange of eyes was all that was needed in order for The Demon Goddess to acknowledge the own shift in The Dragon Crow's persona and thus matched it with her own heart steadily opening. So with a soft gaze, she observed the swift movements of Iriko's approachment to determine -- that it wasn't a threat. The intent she felt behind it was lacking in hostility; nothing like she sensed from the other two opponents who clearly were out for blood or glory in Tsubasa's case. This one seemed to invoke a calmer sense of being into Khala and one she seemed to embrace in this moment; despite those delirious ideals still spiraling about in the cluttered mess that is The Demon God's soul. Thus, when the red tattoo emerged on the hand of Khala, an exhale of breath was heard once more as she embraced his own subconscious desire to take that hand. It was a comforting feeling and one that brushed away from of the more maddening features of The Demon God's Heart -- if only for a short while.

"I...appreciate that love. Maybe there is hope for the two of us after all."

There wasn't the slightest sense of struggle, resistance or fear shown in the eyes of Khala as she spoke those words out to The Dragon Crow. Nay, she almost sounded content for once out of this entire battle. Unlike the others who sought to outright kill her and never even attempt to decipher the enigma behind these actions, it seemed this one held some capacity and function to communicate with her without any over zealous ideals of conquest like so many others before her. Closing her eyes with the warmest of thoughts, The Demoness endured the brash blow of the headbutt from Iriko. And, like broken glass, the forehead of Khala shattered and nothing but -- a black void -- was left in it's place. Normally, this may hurt -- but the shift in her body's structure and alteration of her mental state more than nulled this. More importantly, there seemed to be -- something else -- within the darkness. Dawning closer and closer, the unleashing of another eye came into place where the hole in The Demoness's forehead was. Slowly, it opened up and seemed to be filled with a golden and black light behind it; much like her other set of eyes. In turn, this was her actual third eye coming into place; as the strange golden orb in her chest was the core and centermost piece of The Demon God's heart. And the more that opens -- the further this venture into the unknown will drag on. Nevertheless, the words which were uttered out of Iriko's mouth got Khala's attention and she decided to address them in a more gentle manner.

"Then I surmise you are closer to reflection of god than you give yourself credit for. As I myself felt that way since the very beginning of time. It is why I yearn to collect these pieces of ourselves for us to feel alive once more as we were when all was unified. There would be no more suffering, no more void and no more...feeling dead. A world without pain, without uncertainty -- it may not make sense to others, but I can make it reality and make it right." Eyes blinking golden hue -- something off appeared in the distance. Or rather -- a force emerged all around them. Thousands upon thousands of replicas that mimicked Khala's image started taking root all throughout the immediate war area. Appearing over the bodies of those deceased, those in pain and some spirits still fighting. It would not harm Shadow Fall, Kokuryuteshi or Monsuta operatives -- that weren't already dead. Nein. Something else was on the horizon as they all were connected to Khala's speech and reflected her words.

"Don't you understand yet? This world is overflowing with sorrow. It's inhabits are drowning within emptiness. Solitude and isolation fills their hearts. It's become too painful. So let us opt out of it and choose to run away from it. Don't you yearn to be at ease? Do you not desire peace of mind? Do you not want to become one with me? To have our bodies, spirits and minds released from this anguish? It's...simply too much." Beginning to compose the corpses of those whom had long been deceased, it mattered not what would occur after or before; as they were all the same spectrum of time. These duplicates of Khala increased to the hundreds of thousands as they broke down the bodies of those whom were deceased into a black goo. Meanwhile, while this was going, these spirits of The Demon God even went on to ask others whom were in intense psychological pain, yearned to die and sought release to take her hand to be free of this world as well.

"I admire your ability to stay sane in such a place. I admire your burden, to go on for so long without morphing your form in this tainted land, living amidst this torrential vortex of impure thought." To this end, a simply nod of the head from Khala was all that was seen as she monitoned for more of these enforcers of her will to carry out and infuse themselves with those who took this hand into the new afterlife. The influence of Khala's command was growing stronger -- and this wasn't just an illusion of her mind at this point. Surpassing Law was coming to life and it's very aura was overpowering the Soul Cycle itself. No longer having The Soul King and Truth in her way, with the additional unbalance of Hell causing a great rift within the ripples of the afterlife, most souls were being redirected straight into the embodiment of Death itself -- at the deepest and darkest pit of Hell -- one only known to The Demon God and Demon Queen. Even if she proved unable to entirely obliterated the Soul Society, the great shift in command would be felt for eons to come until Truth or the Soul King battled Khala Asthavon themselves or tried to reason with her.

"It's okay, please relax." Hugging Iriko during all this, Khala would pat his head and have more tears run down her face before gently smiling. "I'd like to thank you for asserting yourself with all your might, expressing true feeling that can be quite the irritating endeavour. Doing all that you can to preserve with everything in this world, your spirit does not refrain from knowing true solitude." Now having a dazed look in her eyes, reddened blood oozed from Khala's mouth and throat as she started to absorb some of the very anguish felt from Iriko's display; redirecting all of the imagery into herself to get a better understanding of him and this will to continue. "I honestly want to respond to that courage of yours by changing everyone's loneliness to happiness. The progression of evolution in this world is nothing more than degeneration from the second me and my kin spread our influence throughout the known verses. A mistake... I will rectify at all cost."

Stepping away from Iriko at this point to let him descend further into spirit's own transformation, Khala was seen grabbed her hair and letting the hole in her throat regenerate itself as the blood dried across her clothing. Letting out a groan of protest, she'd then continue onward as if she were fighting off something within: "It's detestable! It's horrible! It's the delusion of adults under the presence of philosophy! First of all, what kind of person would even desire such a thing! Even if such a void person existed, there are many others who wouldn't! There's no such person, they can't possibly EXIST as were when we were one!" Upon saying these words, the replicas of The Demon God no longer transmitted the same exact dialogue as they all faded into a pitch black vortex in the sky where Hell's Gate once so overbearing devoured the heavens. Despite all of her rebellion, she'd limp her body forward in a meek matter before letting out a sigh and hearing the words of Iriko speak out to her once more in regards to their "Captain Commander". The bars being broken yielded no significance to Khala, but it was rather obvious that he'd be such things. The only thoughts that The Demon Goddess even had of him at this point was that he was nothing more than an over glorified bouffon. Once he was made whole with death's union one day, perhaps then he would become enlightened and freed of his own suffering through ignorance.

Moreover, she was infinitely more interested in the morphing of Iriko's body at the moment. The degeneration of his own soul was steadily progressing at a swift rate and it could only bring a grim chuckle out of The Demon Goddess as she felt his Zanpakutō reaching it's peak state of being. So it was rather befitting that the whole domain would buckle under the weight of such a powerful entity -- after all -- it was only a miniature world. Though, the melody being sung by Iriko prompted Khala to produce her own song as the environment started to undergo such a profound change yet again. It was funny -- in a fight like this -- they were all equally monsters as they morphed the realm around them without a single care in the world about anyone else who got sucked in the way.

"I can’t see anything in this darkness, all alone I want to feel a love, a massacre that sets my body aflame." Rising her arms in the air, Khala rapidly produced a black and gold flame upon the ice. Being powered by her ample energy reserves, it accelerated in further production with a boost from Za Kao itself and spread for as far as the ice did to counter it every step of the way. "I don’t mind being shut away like this, I don’t need words anymore. Please tell me what do you want? Tell me what do you know? I look deep inside the mirror…" Now devouring these flames with her own influence, The Demon Goddess activated it's primary function: Existential Death. This had nothing to do with DE Force anymore, nay, this was Surpassing Law coming into play once more and erasing the reality within the ice through the inferno in the skies.

Sure, it took a toll on Khala's energy supplies to enforce such a command into the world, but it would be worth it in order to null the full frontal assault on the Soul Society where this ice had made it's impact. And granted it was also able to take out The Demon Goddess tendrils, it too would obliterate the remaining of the ice in retribution for that. This was literal Oblivion and a very real power that was wielded with caution in the hands of The Demon God. One wrong slip, one miscalculation and things could turn calamitous swiftly. Thus, golden veins appeared on her eyes as she started to harness and tap into her power further; letting out a golden steam and smashing a way of otherworldly energy against the Soul Society as her might was coming to be shown and why she was indeed at the rank where the demon's so loyally followed her. Iriko was also successful in preventing further pain and agony in their death with the layer of protection his slime provided; even going to stop the ever progressing spread of Death's Energy from their rotting corpses. But, in spite of that, Khala was equally successfully in her goal of hurling them into the abyss of death as this blackened impression on the land vaporized any remaining trace of their body and sent the remains into the jaws of Death Incarnate. Even in this dance of death and life, it seems they were equalizing each other. It fascinated Khala to an extent, as she hadn't felt this type of rush in many moons. If she had anymore blood within her heart? It would be boiling at this point from adrenalin.

"And all I’m calling is just calling love…" And In that moment, the fearsomeness of Iriko's energy clashing against her own hit Khala like a ten ton freight train. This wasn't a one-way street in the slightest; as her hair, clothing and tendrils blew in the wind of The Dragon Clow's aura as it beared down like a raging vulture. It caused golden blood to ooze out of her eyes, nose, mouth and cracks around her body; but her regeneration made sure to seal these up and the Demon God's energy reinforced the durability of her body to condense it's energy and tighten up any further cracks from opening up. And despite all that had occurred all around The Heart of Deveta? She would brave the storm to see the end of her affection come to reality. That was her desire: her messiah.

"Descending further, even in this moment though my heart is throbbing..." Not wasting anymore functions on maintaining her physical appearance, the scars of Khala's long history were slowly coming to the surface as multiple cracks started to emerge throughout her body as that regenerative facciate was short lived. It was to that where the Demon Goddess only let out a content sigh; understanding that this may very well be the appropriate display of herself. Eyes consumed by darkness, skin cracking like glass and flares of blackness and gold swirling around her body like a vortex as her remaining tendrils retracted inward into herself and towards her heart; that third eye of hers widening and feeling the intensity of this battle all too well at where things had progressed. It was quite the befitting battle of monsters: as Iriko regressed further into his disgusting slug form, while Khala's own body reflected her own mind's decay and the depravity associated with representing the embodiment of death and demonkind.

"This is not desire...SO IT IS MESSIAH!" Calling out this phrase of her long song, Khala unleashed a smoke like substance around herself as she felt Iriko going on the attack once more; causing more chunks of her skin to break and shatter in the wind as the cracks of her heart were coming forth for all to see. In one foul swoop? Khala matched the explosive power of Iriko's kido with her demon magic, but in a simplified form: outright destruction and annihilation. So in a boom that rocked the very depths of the Soul Society, hundreds of meters of the skyline around them became torched with a golden light as their forces clashed; causing Khala to be hurled back herself and slammed through pieces of debris before finally stopping herself. To have a source of power to compare it to? It yielded enough strength to be equal to two Shikōkai energy blast shot off by Tsubasa and Unohana at the same time; as this surge of energy seemed to have the power of 2/3 of this trio of Shinigami. It even yielded enough damaging capacity to it to render reishi silent and all abilities nulled within a void space in the sky as Khala eradicated it into nothingness itself.

Grimly chuckling, she felt like she was starting to have the time of her life, despite the urgency of her mission. Thus, it resulted in her face become more somber minded as she channeled into Iriko's words as the two hovered beneath the destructive results of their own lethal assaults against one another. And as much as The Dragon screeched at Khala to stop with the mind games -- she could only continue her song as it guided her towards the path of that warm, flowing love she yearned for. "This is not desire! As I turn further into subconsciousness I look to the ecstatic pleasure I can’t find here...SO IT IS MESSIAH!

In that moment where Iriko's energy sparked to life with his bubble ocean? Khala swiftly countered with a torrent of eradicating fire ready to erase the existence of the bubbles without fail; causing The Demon Goddess's eyes to come to life once more as she felt more of herself coming to forefront of this battle. And once again -- if evase maneuvers weren't put into action by Unohana and Tsubasa -- they too would likely be caught up and potentially have chunks of themselves reduced to a void. Khala was obliterating, annihilating and reverting things to a state of pure nothingness and rendering it non-existent. This was any sort of death energy, highly explosive blast or anything conventional like that; Khala was using Surpassing Law to once again erase these obstacles in her path as the cost of more energy and strain on her body. Hence, why on incantation of that song, there had been a burst of energy felt leaving The Demon Goddesses entity as fangs and claws extended from her canines and fingertips. It was certainly an accelerated awakening of her powers, but it was one that was necessary in her mind as it wasn't the time to be conservative.

"As I turn further into subconsciousness I look to the ecstatic pleasure I can’t find here -- So it is messiah!" Despite her efforts, some bubbles were able to break through towards Khala's erasure. Thus -- explosive burst of slashes erupted across her body and caused blood to spew out of her that was golden in color. However, Khala determined this was all apart of the give and take of combat and decided to endure it. Therefore, she focused enormous supplies of energy to harden and reinforce her body once more to weaken the last wave of slashes done to her body and still stand. The regeneration of the scars and cuts across the creature's being were rapid, but the cracks were still very much there and blood oozed from her body for a few moments before it evaporated as she pressed forward.

"I break and destroy and waste! Pulling you and me and everything down!" Around the time Iriko mentioned rendering Khala's existence into pure nothingness, the irony of this couldn't be more hilarious to her. For it was the powers of the void that were raining all around them. Nevertheless, she'd utilize her utmost controlled Shadow Movement in order to evade the slime and bubbles heading towards her way that were still being conjured up. In her place? A solidified shadow would remain and take on the damage that followed by Iriko's gruesome attack; one Khala was glad to get out of. Gasping for air for a few seconds, The Shadow Throne unleashed another burst of vaporizing flames meant to null even those out of existence to neutralize the threats.

"All I can see is stained with blood; I decided that Everything I can’t take away, I’ll shatter, just like my heart." And on that ominous timing, Khala was able to view her multi-star'd blast making it's impact into the 1st, 2nd and 3rd divisions of the Gotei 13. However -- she was going to expand it far beyond that point. On that incantation of the mantra she was uttering out with that song, Khala induced a miniature hypernova effect on the star as it died out within the barrier. The second phase of the blast's explosion expanded to cover half of the bubble dome as it rapidly increased in strength and power; being equal to three Shikōkai attacks launched at full power from Tsubasa, Iriko and Unohana at once. Therefore, it packed a daunting wallop that would surely terminate the remaining half, if not nearly seventy five percent to full destruction, of the bubble dome as it tried to reform itself. The extended damage zone was intended to melt and then disintegrate the squadrons of division to the edge of squad six to fall prey to it's horrifying carnage. The sounds of this explosion could be heard for endless millions as it banged against heaven's door itself; potentially deafening the trio of Shinigami in the process with how daunting this explosion was.

And to make matters worse? The Solar Radiation that was generated by this bombardment was enough to even wipe out most means of communication, electronically, throughout the Seireitei. This meant that a wide-range of electronic weaponry were potentially put out of commission by a colossal EMP strike that was forged by this attack's radiation reaching into the heavens and spreading throughout the atmosphere to spread it's area of effect throughout the warzone. Even Tsubasa's nanobots may very well be rendered silent by the amount of solar radiation that was produced by this assault; not to mention knocking off more of the Gotei Thirteens defenses in the process of all this.

Although, admittedly, while all this going on, however, Khala still paid heed to Iriko's words as a soft and warm smile once again enriched her face. Hearing him speak such words about her power was indeed flattering, but at the moment? The sheer scale of this battle was proving to be -- fun -- to an extent. Echoing back top the words of her most favorite follower, Mana Asthavon, Khala started to hear the ramblings of The Demon Queen going on about the sheer entertainment life had to offer. Always saying that life was a game meant to be played to the fullest pleasure until the last drip of consciousness was drained and sucked into the embodiment of death. Perhaps this slight warmth in her spirit was what Mana experianced in tenfold. But, even so, that couldn't distract her from the objective: making this unification process accelerate in development so that her shattered selves could become whole. This was just another learning process for her to absorb, process and allow for her to fully idealize what her end game would be like if it truly came to pass.


"Well, I'm much obliged to clear away some of the loneliness that rest within your soul through our waltz across death's door. It's only the first of many doors to be opened towards finding that fulfillment in this barren land." Closing her eyes and giggling to herself with the utmost of glee, there seemed to be a colossal wave of energy once again hitting the depth of the Soul Society. Something -- massive -- was coming. "Although, I do wonder...." And like a strike of lightning igniting the night, a colossal vortex opened up as one of the suns within Demon World's vast terrain started to drop on the range and even eclipse the entire sky of the battle. In fact -- it even seemed more powerful than the last. It would take the combined efforts of all three Shinigami's maximum forms to put a dent in this golden star was it dropped; as it was ready to decimate the last of the bubble and break that shield once and for all.

"...what will you do about the second one?" To that, she finally left Iriko to his devices as this blast, even as it approached, started having parts of the ground below them become sucked into its vortex of overwhelming power. The sheer magnitude of it would cause unforetold destruction to occur across the Seventh, Ninth, Sixth and Tenth divisions to angle it intended to have it's damage zone cover. All the while, more numerous souls that could not stand the brunt of spiritual and raw energy being produced by this battle -- started dying off in droves as more of Khala's weakened replicas were seen being sucked into the sky itself; even the hail from the outside was beginning to taper off in strength.. So to stop this goliath of an attack was going to take everything they had and more in Khala's mind. This wasn't a half-hearted attempt anymore, as those tendrils were nothing more than cannon-fodder to be swatted away and she couldn't believe that such nuisances had any hope of breaking the dome. Instead -- she had to strike it with more vigor, increased determination and become ALIVE.

"I'll let my actions determine rather or not I'm dead at this point. You see me, you feel me, you smell me and you hear me: so I exist. There is a will within my heart and that will is to become whole no matter what the cost. As I've stated before, it is no mistake that I am a god with the power that beats within my heart. This means the illogical can become logical, the fantasies of the inner mind can become reality and madness can become order. That is the very definition of ascended into godhood: breaking the boundaries and understanding that which the mortal mind cannot comprehend. I see past it and know what awaits past this decrepit wall of isolation, wrath, hatred and loneliness -- and I will fight until my last breathe to destroy it."

Leaving The Dragon Crow with those parting words, the next Shinigami on the agenda was Tsubasa Unabara as the pulsation of his energy was the next to come forth to the circle of fire that was Khala. The first thing that she noticed was hordes of metallic objects enchanted with the prowess of electricity coming towards her. Yet -- nothing more than an agitated and raspy sigh exited out of Khala's mouth. Holding her palm once again, Khala decided to vaporize the whole trail of metal around her with one foul explosion of Surpassing Law in order to break it down and reduce to ashes of non-existence. Although there were more cracks, blood oozing from her body and numerous golden veins popping up behind her blacked eyes; she was still hellbent on seeing this through to the bloody end.

"You people just don't know when to stay down...." Muttered Khala out of irritation, but nothing more. "I do hope you aren't planning to continue this fight without going into your Shikokai, Tsubasa. It's futile." If he hadn't noticed it by now, surely The Captain Commander himself would have felt not a single trace of his "surprise" kido left after being caught up in the after-effects of Iriko and Khala's brawl. Flashing back to the moments of her Existential Death to the wide range of bubbles, slime and ice that Iriko fired off; Khala undoubtedly erased the very existence of that pesky move in the process and rendered it null and void. "Do you intend to kill or even INJURE a god with puppet tricks that my lowest minions can perform? I have enough strength vested within me to fight my dear brothers, Truth and The Soul King you all so willing worship, and you fall under the notion that third-rate attacks like that are going to stop this?" Spitting on the ground, Khala could only look down the Captain Commander with contempt as his entire aura was beginning to agitate her being at this point. And as the conversation progressed? The utter distaste for his malicious aura did not invoke fear within Khala. No -- it outright ticked the maiden of death off. A stubborn cancer cell too thick-headed to know when to quit. "Don't get arrogant, boy. If you aren't prepared to go all the way like your subordinate has, then it just ends here. First I'll end you, then your friends and then this worthless realm so we can finally bring an end to this nonsense. "

When finished speaking, these were no idle threats to scoff at either. With the sum total of the DE Force pulsating within her body, the assortment of Hell's MIsama integrated into her being and the connection to Za Koa -- things weren't looking too hot for him with the way The Shadow Throne played her cards. Neglecting to even mention the vessel of power that laid within Khala by herself without any of these enhancements. If he wasn't willing to step it up, then she'd just send him to a one way trip to her satanic heaven. Having residue leftover from her voiding fire, Khala once again started vaporizing the next rounds of metallic and electricity that were spewing forth from all directions at her. Although it fizzled out, it was enough to leave her unharmed for the moment as she ran out of fuel to throw at it.

"Don't. Be. Absurd. Do you still believe you are going to materialize any dream with THAT effort? Not happening, boy. Just let the warmth of death's embrace free you from the pain of ignorance. It's the only salvation i see for you at this point." Having uttered those words out, the next burst of attacks from the tigers served to do nothing but forge a scowl across Khala's face. For this? She'd dispense of toys with her own trinkets. Engulfing her tendrils within the wealth of DE Force pulsating within The Demon Goddess, Khala launched numerous rows of these monstrous tendrils at the tigers. Of course, some were able to bite through Khala's defenses and BLAST the ever living hell out of the girl -- but she remained tall.

Although there was a hole in her shoulder being shown -- it quickly reformed itself due to her high speed regeneration and nothing but Khala dusting herself off was shown when the smoke settled; her tendrils being influenced by Surpassing Law and eradicating the existence of The Tigers existence to prevent them from removing. There was a bit of damage and lowering of her health sensed, but by no means was she remotely done at this point. The only one of this group that Khala estimated had the potential to defeat her was Iriko and these amaeture assaults by Tsubasa were only serving to agitate her at this point as a human would to a mosquito. So his words of not comparing himself to Yamamoto were admirable to others, but fell on Khala's deaf ears as she had enough of this game of cat and mouse.

But, in spite of that line of thought, it seemed Tsubasa leapt to the punch and was already off enchanting row after row of fearsome kido attacks at The Demon Goddess. Chuckling with a grim tone to her voice, this would at least prove interesting in terms of magic to magic based combat. Understanding the formation of Rikujōkōrō from her knowledge of Shinigami over observing the many hundreds of centuries of their existence, Khala knew what to expect from this attack from the get-go. Therefore, with her energy still flaring with valor, she canceled out the first wave of the kido by producing her own pillars of DE Force rods to destroy the six pillars of light meant to entrap her. Destroying each other in a burst of white, black and gold light; Khala started moving like a mad woman after that point.

Sensing a spacial distortion around her chest area moments before the final seal attempted to come out, Khala's eyes flashed a bright shade of gold before forcing the hole to close by patching up the dimensions around her. Similar to sealing up a hole in the wall, Khala's extrasensory skills were being put to the test and she was able to utilize Surpassing Law in another quick burst in order to rectify this and have the seal's formation from hopefully coming to a realization. However, she was unfortunate enough to be caught up in the chains that followed and went falling into the ground with a defying roar as the weight of them was not enough to support her body in the air any longer. There was certainly a pain, but it was the dull sort of ache that is associated with the decaying of old age within a human.

"Enough of this." With another explosion of energy surging around Khala, although she was momentarily subdued, the weight of her spiritual energy outmatched the pressure and restraint of the restrictive chains and swiftly broke them before sweat started to drip from her body. Taking a soft exhale, Khala's eyes pulsated once more as her senses were becoming clearer and she went forward with sending out her own shockwave of energy to neutralize the Kierudo Style of killing before spitting out black blood from her mouth. And with that, Khala's eyes zoomed in on the likes of Tsubasa. Producing a dagger roughly the size of a grain of rice, Khala sought to play the same trick he did -- but to a whole another level. By infusing this microscopic weapon with DE Force, she sought to inject it into his being unnoticed, potentially, and then have it pierce his Soul Chain. Once there? It would corrupt the bounds in it and seal off that power in order to force him back into a base state and put an end to any further resistance. For now, however, she was at her limit. She'd hope that would leave it's mark, but Khala was seen leaning backwards as black circles came froth around her eyes and she awaited to witness the uttermost terror she had unleashed against the Soul Society.



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