House Call

The wind blew fiercely as if it were trying to fill up some gap that had been left in the wake of this man’s sudden appearance. There he stood, a gleaming six foot one; and echoing an aura of pristine, breathing fresh air into an otherwise depressing area of the Iramasha Island. Of course he was still wearing a gray hoodie, which would cover his face; making him more difficult to recognize than usual. His angelic presence was generally foreign in the northern portion of the island. While the entire family works together as a whole, there is still a division between the different classes of the family. It’s a problem in the world, when something isn’t completely uniform; discord is more than certainly going to follow after it. Even within one’s own family, this has been repeated throughout history dated back to the ye old kingdoms in the middle ages.

None of this mattered to the man, who had entered the northern border seemingly unnoticed. Here was a man that did not care about power, didn’t care about discrimination; he accepted everyone for who they were. The kind of person who would help nearly anybody on the right track, and it showed in his very being. He had a More Duck about him that could truly be described as angelic, an entity that would truly make the world a better place. Getting disapproving looks, he only smiled; as his teeth shined brighter than the stars themselves. He looked up to the blood red moon, as he was overcome with nostalgia. It’s been such a long time he thought to himself as he breathed in the hot air around him once again, and seemingly disappeared.

He appeared about a hundred meters right in front of the main demon family’s gigantic mansion. At least that’s what it would appear like to the untrained eye. In reality he was moving at a speed so quickly, it almost seems like he’s warping from place to place to the human eye. All of this of course, without breaking a sweat. He took a moment to appreciate the architecture of the building as whole; clearly it took plenty of craftsmanship as well as boatload of sweat to create this masterpiece. Deciding not to dwell on its greatness for too long he stretched his limbs out, in an extremely carefree manner. “Man I bet he can’t wait to see me again” He said to himself as he yawned lazily, using his hand to cover his mouth he re-positioned himself and took a running start.

Of course running, flying, it’s all the same when your so fast. The man had appeared past the gates of family mansion; of course in these parts he would be quickly noticed by the guards positioned behind him. He chose to ignore them as he pushed the entrance to the doors open. Whether or not they were locked didn’t matter, since he pushed them with so much force he’d break through any sort of lock. He didn’t mean to break anything, he just couldn’t hold back his excitement!

He entered and walked into the middle of the hall where he was surrounded by at least a dozen guards, all with stereotypical pikes in there hands; out for blood. They seemed as if they wouldn’t hesitate to stab a hole in the man. Shoot and then ask questions later, that kind of thing. The man sighed heavily; but almost in a whiny manner as he put his hands up and his hoodie fell off of his head. Revealed was an extremely handsome man with pulsating electric blue eyes; with the hair to match known as the one and only Ryou Iramasha. “Don’t worry im on-“he began to speak as a pike was actually thrown at his head with an immense force. The spike was smashed in mid air, while Ryou’s hands remained in the air. As if he hadn't done anything. Now annoyed with the crowd here he was fed up, he wanted to visit the person he came here for!

So… He sucked in his breath

“KETSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”

His voice bellowed throughout the mansion as he stuck his tongue out in a silly manner, the guards must have been shocked by his spontaneous outburst but he didn't care as he waited for the eventual appearance of his twin brother.

Sigh. Sometimes it's quite the hassle to find good help these days, eh? That was the first thought that came to mind as The Royal Devil Iramasha Leader sat in his throne room. It was a colossal space that spiraled out for what seemed to be an entire city block. Yes, the man demanded that much personal space. The floor was covered in black and white tiles, while the room had a deep red coating of paint to it and many large windows to give him the warm glow of the scarlet moon outside it's doors. Near the edge of this empty room, there stood the lone King on his throne of shadow's. Wearing nothing more than a black kimono with The Iramasha Clan symbol engraved in red behind it and a pair of slade shaded sandals, it was clear that he was lazing about and having a bit of downtime for himself. With a wine glass in his right hand, Ketsu started taking a few sips from it and ingesting a strange fluid from it. What was inside it's contents? Well, the truth behind the matter had been that it wasn't booze. It was blood taken from out of the richest blood of Demon World. Well -- to be more precise -- it was the blood from Selena Minos corpse still living on to this day. For a Demon Queen, her blood was quite extravagant in taste and made him more than pleased to have such an entity now under his domain and control in the form of Yukuri Iramashsa.

Digressing, as explosions of energy rang out in the manor outside his doors, nothing but an apathetic sigh could escape the lips of The Devil King. Were the people put in charge of protecting his mansion so dull-witted that they couldn't tell enemy from ally? If so, The Sinister Iramasha Leader assumed that perhaps he may need to scout better company to keep to shield his little compound or devise a method himself. In fact, with the type of power that this Royal Devil possessed? Whenever he decided to get off his lifeless behind, he had more than enough strength to be classified under his own army. To be more accurate, if he had been birthed into Demon World, he may have very well been documented as a Demon King or Demonic Overlord with the type of strength that lay rooted deep within his veins. So why DID he need others to guard his own compound? Simple: laziness.

Over the years, Ketsu found himself dissatisfied with the world at large. The people in it were dull, his enemies brainless and the overall state of affairs were all the same from universe to universe he traveled in. War, strife, happiness, joy, peace; it was all the same spectrum that he had lived through so many times before in his one thousand year lifetime. So perhaps, as he has grown older, things have gotten -- stale? Yeah, that was the right word to describe it. Even if he succeeded in his goals of slaughtering The Demon God, just what else was there after that point? When he was younger, he used to genuinely fear this creature, but now? It's nothing more than a means to kill time and keep his life from growing too -- drab.

It comes with the terrority of growing to such a ripe age. Lost of interest in life leads to apathy, apathy leads to loss of energy and loss of energy turns into a sluggish activity. Sure, the the world was turning to hell around him below Iramasha Island and beyond the walls of the Soul Society -- but it didn't concern The Royal Devil in the slightest. Once the battle came to his footstep, he'd more than wage it and render the enemy silent. However, until he received official calls from his allies to help them -- he wouldn't lift a single finger to help of his own accord before the king's plots were in order. All that mattered were his long-term plans being made feasible and letting the Demon God's heart fizzle itself out.

Even as he lay on his throne, there was a book in his left hand reading over the reports of Khala Asthavon and understanding from a fundamental aspect that this girl was going to be the key in slaying the Demon God. The Soul Society? Nay, the Gotei 13? They were nothing more than guinea pigs to get a good grasp of how The Demon God's body worked, the way it did combat and ultimately allowed him the tools needed in order to further his war against that abomination. While Ketsu wasn't too interested in watching the Seireitei turn into a boiling pit of destruction, at the same time was he not interested or standing alongside allies who were too weak to stand on their own. It was a very neutral stance as he didn't outright wish ill-will to them, but they had to learn the type of destruction they were up against in this lengthy war against The Demon God first-hand.

Nevertheless, it was time to get out of head for a little while and get the blood moving in his own body. As he sat his book down and wine glass to the side within a plume of blackness that spawned from his throne chair, a soft sigh escaped his lips as his brother always had a way of making dynamic entries. Utilizing his Iramashsa Sync in order to make contact with the rows of guards scattered throughout the compound, he ordered them to stand-down and simply -- leave the premises -- for good. Even Ryou would be able to hear these telepathic commands. Through pure feeling would Ketsu express the sentiments in their minds that he had no need for allies to inept to work alongside him and The Royal Devil Iramashsa family. He'd sooner work by himself than in the hands of those too weak, idiotic and otherwise inept to fight alongside him. These were people whom had been bred within the Royal Devil family -- and they hadn't a single idea of who Ryou was? It was downright EMBARRASSING for him to be associated with such mindless brutes and thus they needed to be purged from this compound post-haste.

Many of the guards were stammering, others accepted their fate and some were outright enraged that they were torn to the side for just doing their job. It was if they didn't understand that they had committed the act of attacking royalty. So with a mental and physical shrug of the shoulders, Ketsu summoned the shadow's of the compound to come to life and envelop all those who were associated with the assault on Ryou. Screaming, crying and begging not to be tossed out; The Devil Iramasha Leader could only shake his head out of utter distaste for their weakness. With but a roll of his wrist, they were consumed by the blobs of darkness and hurled into the depths of Iramasha Forest to think about their mistakes.

With a sadistic chuckle behind his voice that could be heard throughout the Iramasha Sync, the thoughts of them fearing for their lives were quite the humorous matter for Ketsu to witness. What, did they believe their existence was going to be ended there? Nay. As cruel as Ketsu may be, unless a crime was provoked where a life must be exchanged to make up for the offense, The Iramasha leader didn't believe in shedding unnecessary blood of his brethren. However -- everyone outside of his race -- were quite expendable. So perhaps there was a semblance of empathy and patriotism towards the Iramasha Clan and his people embed deep within that blackened heart of his.

Without much further ado, however, the shadow's within Ketsu's Throne room soon devoured him and he traveled within but a few blinks of the eye throughout the massive mansion. Emerging out of Ryou's shadow like a ghost, he'd put his right hand on brothers right shoulder and radiate a strong pulse of his energy to ensure the sibling didn't freak out and lash at him in surprise. "You know, you could of just used Chaos Warp and spared the men the humiliation of losing their rank and job." There was a sense of sarcasm and a relaxed tone behind his voice as an amused expression came into view across The Devil King's face in the form of a smirk. Lives were such a fickle thing in his mind, as even his own life could be put out with a candle by a freak twist of fate if this existence so willed it. So drastic change could come about without a single warning with how sporadic and chaotic their world was. Thus, it may have been quite the blessing in disguise for the soul. As being forced to face the world by themselves could perhaps bring those men and women alike back to his footsteps as Devil Iramasha with a competence to stand on their own and strength to be of use to The King.

"So tell me, what brings you back to our home?" Being very frank and to the point, a raise of the eyebrow was seen. Although his intuition told him that Ryou was more than likely here for simplistic reasons, he was curious to see if there had been more complex thought processes put into visiting him. Maybe his brother had seen a wealth of information to share with the brother, or perhaps he wanted to join the winning team that was the Devil Race and become a Devil Iramasha at last. Whatever it may be, Ketsu was expecting an answer that entertained or at least killed time for making him get off his throne.