The Coming of War: The Lord of War Comes![Rebel Rave Mission: Eastern District]

The black haired female sat atop a small home, left hand curled around a sheathed blade. The human’s grey eyes stared out at the area beyond as a sigh escaped her lips. She sometimes hated the work that she ended up doing, but a contract was a contract. For that was all this being was, a hired mercenary here to help protect the leader of this place. She didn’t really care about the politics of this place, after all she no longer held any connection to this place. Looking downward, she mentally reprimanded herself for only bringing with her the clothes that she currently wore. Loose fitting black pants covered her lower body while only a black tee shirt covered her upper body. Her eyes closed for a few minutes as she began to meditate, attempting to block out the bloodlust that had suddenly come over her. She hadn’t trained all those years to control her emotions just to lose herself to some senseless desire though, and it was fairly easy for the young female to keep control of herself. However, the building she was sitting on suddenly began to break apart, Shani’s eyes flying open as she felt the shift. Moving quickly, she pushed herself away from the crumbling buildings. Landing on the ground softly, she once again pushed off, walking quickly towards the massive energy that seemed to be producing the destructive effects. A sudden explosion of energy forced her to deviate course though, a quick soul dash taking her to safety.

Quickly drawing her blade, she took up a defensive stance, worried about potentially being attacked by whatever entity had decided to destroy the area around her. She could feel herself losing control of the blood lust within her, but for now she did not care. She wanted to kill anyways, to rip apart whatever idiot had caused such a mess while she was here. She finally spotted the man who had caused the trouble in the distance, but her eyes widened as she saw what he was holding. A ball of brilliant light and amazing energy, like a miniature sun, and he just tossed it out towards the city. However, before it could cause the devastation that was planned for it, another individual made an appearance. This individual created some sort of portal in front of the miniature sun, causing it to go who knows where. Walking slowly forward, she could hear him talking as he said his name was Dayalu Seishin, and apparently he was fighting on the side she had been contracted by. A smile crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when the man he would be the one to fight the adversary. A quick soul dash brought her next to him, a growl emanating from her throat as thin tendrils of death energy leaked from her body. She spoke, her voice a bit harsh as she did, though it was mostly due to her desire to sate the blood lust that had firmly cemented itself within her by now.

“Hey, don’t just go taking the fight for yourself! What, am I being paid to do nothing while all you guys fight the battles alone? Sorry, but that isn’t going to happen. I’m going to work for my pay, while you may view me as inferior because I’m simply a hired mercenary, I want to live up to the expectations of the job. So how about you sit back and let me do my work, Mr. Seishin?”

Taking a deep breath, she knew she couldn’t fight it anymore, no longer could she hold back what was inevitable. Her death energy surrounded her in a great ball of blackness before dying down to show her changed looks. Her hair had gone from fairly long to short and spiky, a black tail flitting behind her. Red and black bat like wings stretched out behind her as a dark grin spread across her face. Red eyes locked on to the one before her as she gripped her blade tightly, preparing for a battle that was coming. First she would speak up again, the grin never leaving her face.

“Well, I’m just a hired mercenary, but I guess I’ll give you my name so if I end up dying today you’ll know what to put on my tombstone. I’m Shani Broadsword, assassin and hired mercenary. Now, how about we actually have some action instead of just standing around like this?”

With that she would wait to see how the other two would react before she would begin her assault.

As the skies themselves seemed to begin changing color there would become a shift in the balance of light and dark. The skies themselves seemed to begin to illuminate the craggy soils of the demon world , light pure undiluted light rays would begin to peirce through the madness, not from the sun, as yet another bone-crushing spiritual presence seemed to radiate downwards from the heavens themselves. Pristine Calculations flowing through the other worldly beings head like quick-silver, lightning fast and comprehensive as using the concept of transportation, meaning there is always two end points, the exit and the entrance. A garganta would rip the very fabric of hueco mundo engulfing the sun just as it would exit the demon dayalu’s portal. In turn this would as another garganta opened above the miasma that permeated the skies of the demon world, to become blasted apart, and blown asunder. As the light of the sun would have become even brighter if it was still physically possible for that to happen. Heat waves rolling off of its surface like a pulsating heart, enthralled with a steady beat which would bake the ground in the immediate vicinity of a two mile radius, without fail or problem.

As the winds whipped up a frenzy as the ground began to quake from the combined spiritual pressures of The Davana Of War and the new arrival, the ground would crack, long flaming fissures encroaching on the one subtle but barren location that the battle had been taking place on, energy residing in the air would have seemed to begin igniting, turning into a storm of fire, and brimstone, befitting the demon world’s very image. A lone figure whose facial features had been diminished and blotted out by the suns glare had been standing directly below the miniature star. Holding it in place with but a lone finger one finger was all it took for the man that was floating in the hellish heavens above to hold the turbulent mass of pure power at bay. Slowly though, the ground would begin to quiver, to shake. Immense energy and diverging calculations being replicated on a truly massive scale, causing the ground to boil, to burn, and to begin to vibrate as it began to rapidly rise in temperature, the bonds that held the demonic soil together becoming unglued due to the rise of energy in individual atoms.

In essence, this would cause all of the ground that had been baked, battered and burned; to completely explode upwards in nothing short of a volcanic eruption , minus the lava, instead it was a burst of sublimating soil and hot air that was above the threshold of 1000degree’s Farienheight. The updraft catching and blasting the loner in the skies clothes into untidy disarray. As slowly the sun remained present, its light slowly condensing as the attraction between the gaseous compounds had begun to increase slowly over the duration of this flashy introduction. Slowly the immense sun, was shrinking. From something that blot out the very skies themselves, to something that was around the size of a closed fist, or a softball. Then the light began to dim, as the strangers hand trembling and shaking steam rising in plumes from his very skin, would have slowly begun to squeeze the immense ball of raw power , slowly pushing its stability over the edge into instability, as rays of fire and light would become luminous as they filtered through the slits of his fingers. Only then had he with a boom that blew the dust from the ground, and the miasma even further away, he had crushed the sun completely in a display of raw power.

Skin burnt completely off, bone showing white against the red bloodied skies. However all around the individuals body, was light, light that filtered down like he was some sort of holy being, not of this plane of existence. Golden orbs focused downwards, the retina’s slowly contracting to take in the difference in light. Once the explosion cleared, and the steam which burned around the being from manually disassembling the sun abated. A pale face, framed by golden eyes, and golden hair could be seen. Flaps of flesh which had been burned off, healing in something that could have only been high speed regeneration, a bone mask, resting on the top of his head. But that wasn’t the interesting part. No that would belong to the frown which spread across his face, teeth slightly showing, as his eyes had a sea of white framing the gold of his pupils and iris. The veins in his temple visible as they bulged outwards from his truly abnormal anger which had flowed to the surface, the madness that plagued the land below, would begin to cease, and desist as those locked in frenzied, power induced combat, would have begun to spontaneously burn, skin melting against the muscles which melted against the bone, which would ultimately turn to nothing , not even ash, as the friction vaporized the very foundations that the crazied populace had been once known to be.

Next as his anger seemed to grow even further, hollow and man, would merge together , the immense trust between the two, built on fighting, and respect, allowing the one in the sky, and his unusual hollow to hit even higher reaches of synchronization. As the mask slid down onto his face, steam rising from it, the anger in his mind, was growing by the second, at both parties, but more towards those who would even dare to raise a hand at shadow fall, the allies that he owed much to for their assistance when those in his organization needed them most. Which was why, now as he’d take a extremely deep breath, the masks mouth would split apart the warble common for a vizard, comparable to a thousand different voices all thrown hap-hazardly into one Rumbling, booming, and Deafening would explode in such volume that it would rise easily, over any and all fighting within the current 10 mile or greater radius.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGGOTS, INSURGENTS, AND IDEALISTS WHO’S TONGUES HAVE LED THEM TO BITE THE HAND THAT GOVERNS THEM. YOU PRIMITIVE SCUM, YOUR VOICES PAIN MY EARS , SO QUIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET”

Azuma’s voice cracked at the end, mixing due to just how in sync he was with his hollow, between his vizard voice, and an actual bon-a-fied hollow’s roar, the eerie sound was inescapable it was amplified by raw power, to the point that it would literally act as a destructive wave of sound, baring down on anything that was within 500 feet of the area directly below his form, chewing out a huge expanding crater in the ground. As his own energy seemed to double, as his anger spiked even further, his body launching forward and legitimately vanishing no gimmicks, no tricks. He’d vanish in a hypersonic thunderclap of sound. His body coming into view right behind that of Dayalu, his left foot crashing into the ground with enough force to cause the ground to legitimately “Hop” in a mile radius, his right foot coming around utilizing what was commonly in move races known as a “Visual blind spot” To send his devastatingly powerful kick up into the side of dayalu’s body, if successful the force would be enough to with the shockwaves radiating effects, to completely overpower and disperse the twister in one fell swoop before he’d let out a deep irriated growl.

He kept his emotions in check for a reason, that was that his power was so intense that; if he let his emotions control his actions then it would become like it was, a force that was distorting and warping the very air with heat and raw friction that was explosively expanding in every direction. As Azuma let out what was like a animal’s roar, his head throwing back, his body quickly transgressing without command through shikai to bankai, and possibly even beyond. However as he roared, the ground exploded upwards, a growing twister of raw heat , which was able to vaporize the very atoms in the air, was bursting outwards in every direction, like a freak storm it was growing in size as he let out a louder roar, throwing the weight off, the weight of fear, of restraint, as his energy would explode even higher, comparable to his former leader, hakai or tora lionus. His eyes would narrow on the singularity of the opposition, blood running from the left tear-duck, his mouth moving in a language which was impossible to even understand, the machine , kido, and hollow like words converging together, as what ever was going a truly massive intrusion of energy was exuding from his very location, the sky shifting into a singular bright light.

He was decrypting something, something on such a massive scale warning’s where popping up in his head from the network, he was pulling in the converging calculations of the sky, the ground, the air, the climate, he was pulling them all in at a rate that put even his systems on extreme strain. A vibrating mist beginning to form around him, as he was legitimately converting code-speak into some kind of patchwork spell which would begin to form as light burned away every shadow in the sky, his body twitching as he seemed to begin to conconvulse, gibberish mixed with numbers streaming from his mouth , at such a speed that it would converge into a single lone tune, which was varying every single instant, warning signs turning into danger signs of information overload in his head.

However he’d forcibly push open the buffer or restraints on his processing speed, as literally the anger would take over, as the air began to shimmer, the words speeding up, the letters becoming solid noise, like static, millions of voices millions of letters, streaming from his hollow-masked mouth at such a speed that it would make anyones head hurt at the point, light slowly began to filter down, as intense gusts of energy would keep the likes of dayalu or the other probably away, as he let his arms begin moving , striking points in the air, which would light up like this was some kind of neon light show on the strip in vegas. Energy converging as then it would begin , as his words continued to roar , a kind of golden aura would have begun to boil from the skies themselves, the very atoms in the whole radius well over 10 miles, from this unholy strain, had individually begun to super heat from the bombardment of the light rays.

Locking on to each atom, each calculation, all of this was blaring in his mind, he had one designated thought throwing this all into immediate action. It wasn’t the safety, it was to crush those that apposed those that helped out the Monsuta swiftly in one huge blow. The immense influx of energy though was mainly not his own, as he heated up and then bound the energy he gained from the condensed burst out of all the individual atoms in the sky. This created immense volumes of untapped energy that completely would begin to boil over while he seemed to then let out a burnt out screech his voice rising to the point it transcended what was the range of hearing for normal inidivudals, becoming a invisible dogwhistling bellow, that caused the ground to begin to steam to boil, as his body began to hiss, the rogue forces slowly tearing off his skin. Burning it , just as fast as it was regenerating, before with one single explosive roar, he released it all, an immense eruption of golden light which exploded downwards from the sky, forming many hundreds of tendrils, of energy, light energy, and friction energy.


This energy would smash in on the vicinity, with an explosion that would turn everything in atleast 50 miles into a deep crater, as his ever immense energy reserves, even had taken a hit from that, sweat permeating his brow , and rolling off his body as he’d slowly stand up, eyes drifting towards the horizon, as the burning dust was rippling up from the depths.