Fourth District - The Maggots Nest (DEMONIC INCURSION)

“Kisuke. . . you never left me, what you did helped me. However I think its time, I don’t care what happens to this immortal body of mine anymore. For what you need, you need an immense power. So forgive me, I have removed them in the past, but this will be the final time. I will not be putting them back on, I have had fun running from my pain, but I must do this so that hell does not get out, does not get free.. does not open again. You understand, what I’m saying right? I will probably begin breaking down, if you fail, but ill place it all on you. Don’t falter now.”

Magnolia said as the light of the forbidden kido and hell came hand in hand, the sinister miasma making her sick. She slowly now, smiled a little laugh exhaling from her lips, as she in her inner world, slowly wound her arms around her zan, the twins who looked so alike, would embrace each other, as the zan was slowly crying, she would just smile magnolia would smile softly, stroking her on the head as all she would say was..

“Thank you. . I know its been painful for you all these years, but I must handle my burden now . . give it to me.. the power that he so desperately needs, it will work out somehow.. ? Right partner~”

Magnolia said to her zan, as slowly a light illuminated from both her inner and outer body, as the darkness the pain that she had ran from was slowly boiling backwards, flowing into her body, as she slowly let out a scream of pain, one that was inhuman, the voice cracking above human auditory perception. A shriek fit to belong from hell itself, as slowly a deep burning began in her ankles, rising up her calves, traveling up her lower waist, through her breasts, to her head. Pain.. so much pain. Pain to the point that she felt like she was constantly burning, as blood began to seep from her pours, the spiritual pressure leaked from her lips, from her tear ducts, from her pours, from her mouth. It would fluxuate as the ground began to tremble from the raw energy that would be amassing, a deep blue light that would explode as blood mixed in with the energy. Her body as she predicted was breaking apart.

However then she’d use her own electron manipulation, to lock her body down pact, to keep the molecules from severing from separating, so that she could handle the immensity of her own energy that she had ran from for so long. The miasma of hell hitting a miasma of reishi that saturated the very air, a twilight of sin against sin. Her mouth would part as she screamed, broken beyond recognition , as she had done this to herself, the raw energy exploding from every inch of her body, painful to the extreme as it would have engulfed and destroyed everything surrounding the maggots nest. The implosion of spiritual power, causing the ground to ripple out in a whiplash, a rogue wave of rubble and earth that would knock down buildings, reduce any remaining demons to corpses as she slowly grabbed her head.

Hands digging into her own skull, through the skin as the pain shattered ever her great mental capacity making her unable to ignore it, as she didn’t resist the energy’s flow, she let it grow and grow, feeding the immense drain of the forbidden spell, staggering overwhelming, it would have been greater then when kisuke first had sealed it away those many years ago. It had blossomed into a monster, as blue energy seemed to run pulsing in her bloodstream. Blood began to splatter from her mouth, so much pain, so much pain.. so much pain. Pain pain pain. That’s all that permeated her mind, other than the single chanting thought, the mantra that kept her sane, kept her strong, allowed her to fight the waves of pain that now exploded through every inch of her. Which was the fact that.. Hell must not be opened.

Now Magnolia would have slowly allowed her shield and her sword to thud on either side. The dogs, the gigai’s any of them that had remained, although strong, she’d slowly raise her hand, which began to tremble, blood welling and splattering from her finger nails across the ground as a liquid blue cero formed from the very tip of her palm. Her arm shaking uncontrollably to hold back the raw power as she’d release an intense blast of energy which would stain the whole vicinity with a stagnating blue, a whirlwind of pure reishi incinerating what came it came in contact with, smashing into the walls of the soul society, it would completely annihilate it, and go on into the housing in that direction before dissipating.

So much energy gathering in one being, it was tearing her body apart; comparable to a vast ocean, but as she spat out another mouthful of blood her skin peeling, and then being forced back together, it would legitimately being her own powers being used to preserve her own body at this point though she’s focus the energy inwards, the ground cracking and exploding outwards as she would tremble, swaying from side to side, staggering until she’d land on her hind leg, forcing herself to stand as the energy slowly began to reconfigure into her body, which was strong enough now to adapt to the intense reserves.

She’d reach into her pocket, looking at the pills that could have saved her life, but she threw them to the wind, as the energy continued to rise, higher and higher it was expanding rapidly ballooning out of comprehension. After all, this was the reason Kisuke had sealed her energy after all it was too much for her body to normally handle. So now as her blood continued to drip from her lip, she would have looked forward her eyes narrowing as she began to sway, her knee’s slowly buckling from the immense force. Images flashing through her mind, as she’d clutch her head. . her lips parting as she doubled over and began to puke, but her lips wouldn’t stop moving. . . at the images. At the burning.

“Shut up, Shut up, shut up , shut up ,shutup shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupfgidfjgflgdflgglk”

The chant was a mantra, a mantra of pain, at the memories that flooded past her psychological barriers she had thrown up to keep herself sane from so long , she wasn’t about to let them get the best of her though. As her hair and clothes seemed to whip around rapidly her spiritual energy would explode once again, and she just slowly pulled her blade out, her eyes closing as her eyes and face slowly turned to bone, a mask forming over the fringe of her golden hair. Which slowly began to die down, as she did something quite.. horrifying, as her spiritual pressure exploded once again. She’d double over, as a Garganta formed directly above her, then another, and another, her mind reaching into hueco mundo through them, as hollows began to swarm in massive amounts, brainwashed and subjugated due to the increase of energy that had occurred.

These started with just plain hollows, but then Menos Grande peppered the remains of the fourth district, an army of hollows having been forcibly conjured as the energy caused her skin to begin to sizzle, once again starting to come part, before it would be forced back together by her electron manipulation from her bankai and vizard mask states. The hollows would act as meat shields, taking on the weaker demons if they had begun surging in from other districts, the raising waves of cero’s and hungry beasts leaving humans, and shinigami completely alone as they went singularly for the demons if again any dared to come any closer.

[Switch of Music]

From the depths of her mind, the pain was beginning to break her apart, and only through the severity of the situation did she find the TENACITY to keep herself glued together, keep herself in fighting condition, which was why as she focused her energy inwards again, it began like wings, as seen when she was fighting Ceon, and Ashlei Clixx. Like the blue light, that had been seen when she had almost succumbed to despair, and Neviah had been the one to save her. Her memories of those who had helped her, those who had bettered her; These shown like stars glowing in the darkness of her mind, while she had let out another scream, her brilliance increasing, as her body slowly glowed that surreal blue.

The pain was increasing then, as the world seemed to begin to fade to black, her vision was fading, was she unable to handle this energy? Was this really the end. . She wondered that as her vision began to brighten, as if coming through a long tunnel out into the world. The wings of reishi continuing to form on her back forming bright blue bands that would begin pulling in particles in the air via an immense electro-magnetic pull; using her intense mental deduction, the reishi would slowly weave within these rogue particles, which would burn in her backside, forming clear crystalline wings, which continued to grow, as her body was beginning to stabilize, but she wasn’t there yet, the pain of releasing this energy was not out not yet.

Instead it would amplify tenfold, as she remembered the pain when she had been much weaker, and cringed internally, thinking just “Of course this is what would happen if I released it when I got this much stronger” And then slowly she’d begin forcing out more energy, as she cold only hold on now, she was no longer a prisoner in the flames of pain, and self-hate. No , she was holding willingly to the flame, that eternal companion that would ravage her body and send it into the abyss if she did nothing to stop it, nothing to bring it under control. She had always wondered why her spiritual pressure was so massive and that was why she’d slowly grin as she had been given a present mission, she wouldn’t deny it. No she was tired of giving excuses, her time in karakura high school, meeting the people she had, learning the pain of loss, the pain of betrayal, the pain of despair, and then the love of a mother. Everything had happened for a purpose, and she’d reflect back on those, even when she had nearly lost her mind, that too had happened for some purpose.

Which was why as she looked up at the gates of hell, she could only allow her eyes to widen, blood running from her tear glands, as she gripped the pommel of her blade which she had thrust into the pavement or what was left of it below, the wings rippling as she had begun to try moving them, the crystalline structures she had created opening up nicely while she had with blood splattering from her kneecaps, and ankles, begun the painful arduous process of hauling herself up from where she had moments before collapsed, blood running down her back now, as she let her labored breaths echo outwards, she could feel it, beyond her bones which buckled, beyond the feeling of her tissues being grated upon, like she was stuck in eternal companionship with a sander. Beyond the hellish pain that dimmed and dulled the sword like sharpness of her mental processing speeds; the pain that caused her movements currently to become sluggish, beyond all of this pain, she hadn’t even time to blink, it was pain, it was hell sure, but it was something that had to be done, she remember now, thinking back on her memories , and memories that belonged to her mother and not even her. On that promise she had made with her mother… that as Claire walked in the light, she too would walk by her side in the realm of shadows.

Such dark thinking had been the plague that sought to destroy her mind, the instability the pain, she had been running for so long, that she hadn’t realized when the pain had instead of chasing her, become the shackles of her mind, or her body. The Unseen thing which caused her so much anguish. So much pain, even though she hadn’t even realized it herself; and that was when her voice slowly came out like a whisper , crackling from the power, which was too much for her to even think about stopping at this point, she had done this to herself, no one else had, and that just was something she would have to absolutely live with. Yet.. WHY!?!? Why did she feel such calm serenity the turmoil in her heart abating, slowly diminishing back to the seas of calm that originally she should have had at the moments of her birth.

“..Sorry Mother Claire. . I will not walk in the shadow any longer.. To protect many who haven’t been born, and many who have died, and the legacies we all will ultimately leave.. –dfdfs”

Her words faltered as Magnolia puked up more blood, the crimson spray splattering the ground, as she’d then manage to force the rest of the words out, like a silent incantation. A prayer to some god which she didn’t know existed or if it was just all a fools wish, a fools chance. She didn’t know, nor did she care anymore. . She’d say the words anyways.

“After our deaths, hell should not be awakened , it CANNOT be awakened”

Her words grew stronger, now, as the light that radiated off her body would become blinding, as she blinked, not feeling her own soul itself, but the welling of strength inside, from of all things the hollow that burned from the grimmest moments of her life, when she had become a vizard, when she had lost her home, the soul society.

.. “What are you doing here.. Hollow..?”

[Enter The Hollow]


In the confines of the inner world which was radiating with energy, the grumbling sadistic form of magnolia’s hollow had woken up from a nap. Its eyes slowly opening now, luminous red they would have pierced the light, and the darkness. Darkness, twisted and sickening, yeah as a hollow it was kind of natural to be all those things however. After seeing the trembling resolve the hollow slowly began to become more defined, it was a girl, who’s blackened hair spiked up and her greyed skin had an unhealthy sheen to it. As in truth, she was born from the corruption of her heart, but how could it be possible to retain these unhealthy aspects when her host had changed so completely, and felt this strongly about something? It was a matter of pride, now, as the she had lent her energy to her host magnolia, the pure black energy beginning to rumble outwards . as she had slowly in spirit rather then form walked up behind her host, running her white inverted color arms around magnolia though no one but magnolia and possibly kisuke would be able to actually see her. The soft warbled giggle of magnolia’s “Hollow what are you doing here” style question echoing around in the pretty girls mind as all she did was slowly laughed.

“I’m Helping you, up until now you’ve been nothing but a demanding, over presumptuous pain in my metaphorical ass with your wild antics. I am not evil I am a reflection of you, just like your inner world is a reflection of you Magnolia chan. Do you understand, that now? With the energy that kept you alive, your body mutated, and then your instability just brought me to the surface, I am a part of you , as you are a part of me. Don’t forget this feeling of yours , it is who you are. For now though , ill lend you everything I have. If we die, then.. we die right Magnolia.. Ay Maggie.. Oh and im not called hollow, my name is Morning Glory. “

The hollow girl had said, as the mask on magnolia’s head would begin to change, much like it had been only a blank mask because she knew nothing about her inner hollow. It wasn’t uncommon for masks to change after individuals became closer with their hollows through life or death situations. In this case, Morning Glory, had decided to give magnolia the energy she needed, synchronizing herself with her host, so that despite the fact it went against everything EVERY single thing, that she was about, it would allow Magnolia to become much stronger for the moment at least giving her the potential to rise to this occasion, being that this would not be a simple battle, this was the release of the gates of hell, the very presence of which even made her dastardly morals quiver in retched disgust.

So as the mask seemed to change, its features would change, as the one plain white mask, would become slowly changing, intricate markings etching on the plain white surface of the bone mask. While the sides of the plain mask elongated Forming wings which would spread on either side of her head, protecting it from damage. While the change would be followed by an immense pain rippling outwards as what the hollow Morning Glory had been doing, was drawing away a fragment of magnolia’s pain which would cause even the hollow to begin spitting up a slight amount of blood, then she’d curl up and begin retching as rather than her host resisting, it seemed at-least to Morning glory that Magnolia had allowed it to happen, while the pain had ruptured the hollows senses and psyche causing the hollow to curl up into a tight ball as her touch faded from magnolia’s shoulder.

[end the hollows section]

Magnolia slowly seemed to begin to puke, her mind was currently blank, as she was set adrift from the pain, pain which threatened to actually rip her apart, her body a force driven by just the will to stop hells re-opening, to protect the one who had saved her from pain so long ago. Her screams warbled the hollow tone, causing it to sound almost like she was some kind of mythical animal, the resounding chortling voice of pain, having shook the air, before she’d crack her shoulder, the bones snapping out and back into place, as the body was beginning to shiver, but the heightened levels of energy had begun to slowly balance out.

Progress which had been halted started once again, as she let out a shriek of pain, her mind had let go , let go of the restraints that had bound it, all of the hindering natures falling away, one by one, as this immense psychological strain had broken her, and now was reassembling the pieces her eyes half open , and half shut beneath her mask, as she’d bring her blade whipping around the forces at work, slicing and leveling everything in a 1.5 mile radius, blood continuing to leak from her body, as she was at the mid way point.. soon she’d wake up.. but for now, she was a reacting mindless shell.