Madness Begins [Hunt For The Soul King]

It seemed that times were changing in the Soul Society -- so perhaps it was about time for the Iramasha to change along with it. Many had described them as being isolated, alone and outright indifferent to the suffering of the land that had occurred below their paradise in the skies. Therefore, following the carnage from Demonic Incursion, the clan had started to move further outwards into the realms around them. Focusing their efforts on the Soul Society and Living Realm for now, there was a long and arduous task ahead of them as they started to put forth more serious efforts to assist their allies. Assisting with the rebuilding of the Soul Society, pumping up defenses throughout Earth and adding their soldiers to the Seireitei and Earth's militaries were some of their beginning methods.

However, when the gargantuan sized presence of Eric Zarathos, His Mad Army and Shiki Yamisenkira were detected throughout the Soul Society? The Royal Devil Iramasha Family decided that they'd more than make their presence known. Although they were given orders to stand back and observe the battle between The Demon God's Heart and the Seireitei, in this instance they were given full go ahead to use as much lethal force as possible. Their allies were already in shambles, the forces of the Gotei 13 were strained and they didn't need to gather information about this battle.

Therefore -- The Mad Demon wasn't going to have his way with the Seireitei on this day. Not if the likes of Koichi Iramasha, Ketsu Iramasha and Yukuri Iramasha had anything to say about it. These three and their factions would be the barriers between Eric and his plans. And, after all, each of these three had more than a bone to pick with Eric.

For Koichi? This was personal using the image of his wife as an attempt to slain and tarnish her name. With the added strife between Hanako and The Mad Demon, along with his attempts to dismantle his family and the Iramasha Guard -- Koichi was no in forgiving mood today. This problem was going to be dealt with here and NOW.

And much of the same sentiments were shared with Yukuri Iramasha. After hearing news of Cirno Iramasha holding off Eric's Mad Army from the entrance of the Iramasha Clan, along with this ridiculous stunt, she was more than ready to assist with halting the Mad Demons plans. Therefore, she was game to.

Lastly, when it came to Ketsu's motives? Well -- he just didn't like Demon Lords in general. And with the added pressure from his people and the outside world calling for action, this whole event was the perfect excuse to blow off some steam and test his powers. So The Royal Devil Leader would get to bash a Demon Lord's skull in, generate positive press for The Iramasha Clan and take care of his job of assisting with the Soul Society's stability. Yes, this was a Royal Devil Family Outstanding if there ever was. Quite some time had passed since these three forces united under one banter, but the moment for them to join together was more than needed at this point.

Thus, the first to arrive on the scene was none other the likes of The Devil of Boundaries. Coming forth out of a purple vortex high within the heavens, the lady of The Royal Devil Family was almost dressed to the impress for this occasion. Adorning a dress that meshed together the colors of black, white and purple into one fitting form; this garment extended down to her feet, each of which had a pair of three inch, shadow shaded high-heel pumps on them for the time being.

All throughout this elaborate ensemble were various tribal markings that were entrusted in silver throughout the gown. The woman even appeared to have a fine taste for jewelry as across her neck, tethered together on a golden belt across her waist and on the sides her chained dress were crimson hued gems that were more than just for show.

"What a miserable pile of refuse. It is almost unbecoming of me to be demoted to the rank of garbage collector..." Opening her pale crimson eyes to the world beneath her feet, The Devil of Boundaries let off a coy smirk and a gathering of Chaos Energy was felt surging within her like a roaring earthquake coming to a pass. In moments, her golden locks were blowing haphazardly in the breeze as she placed her right hand out -- and squeezed it.

Following that moment, ample amounts of Yukuri's reishi spread throughout the lands. WIth it? Her influence. Yukuri's influence, being the controller of boundaries, would allow her to almost indefinitely seal off the boundaries between Demon World and the pocket dimensions where more of Eric's Army and Followers lay hidden and in wait. This meant that more than likely -- no reinforcements were coming to aid this bastard.

"...but I suppose when dealing with you, it just can't be helped, huh? So please do this Royal Maiden a favor and drop dead."

Within that moment, The Reagle Iramasha Woman's energy came to a pass and thousands of golden spheres of light started consuming a good bulk of Eric's Soldiers. What was occurring? Simple: Yukuri was twisting the boundaries of the Soul Society and ringing it like a sponge. In this way, she'd bled its extract on to the soldiers and create "The Barrier Of Exaile." This new technique was meant to take the instabilities of the boundaries within The Soul Society, convert it into a tangible force and reject the existence of the objects or people it touches.

In the case of Eric's Army? They'd soon find these golden lights going on to compress around them until it imploded and outright took them into a dimension in between existence and nonexistence. In this process, they'd foreseeably suffer critical injuries; with a massive number of them facing certain death almost more often than not. In this way, she'd bring the end of his army in the Soul Society.

And -- the innocent weren't forgotten about in this dicey situation as well.Most Shinigami throughout the lands were encased within a silver shade of light meant to shield them with the Devil of Boundaries influence. In this way, she'd lower the chances of anymore civilians dying out.

So through this method, although she was unable to prevent one hundred percent of the deaths, there was a strong probability she'd be able to prevent eighty to ninety five percent of the deaths that The Mad Demon's army attempted to invoke in the Soul Society. That was just the reality of dealing with The Devil of Boundaries, after all. And even that was quite the subjective thing to her.


At the same time, while Yukuri clashed against The Mad One's Army, Koichi Iramasha was going to make it a point to smash his fist to the far side of Shiki Yaminsenkira's face. So in a series of whirls and whaps, The Enraged Canine may very well appear as nothing more than a blur as he began his assortment of attacks against her.

With the fury of a Demon Hound behind him, Koichi was utilizing Chaos Warp to rapidly punch Shiki's body across primary areas such as her: chest, jaws, head, sternum, wrists, shoulder blades, the center point of the spine, lower back, front and back side of neck, kneecaps, ankles and each of her sides. Having enough destructive force to level numerous mountain sides, if not change the landscape of this battle if he lacked control of it, the impact from these blows would be enough to inflict significant damage to her body.

Limbs shattering, organs crushing, blindness setting in, hearing fizzling out, bones breaking and the total shut-down of her body were within feasible limits with the amount of force he was using due to his enraged state. And not only that, but he wasn't a fool; each of these strikes were infused with Chaos Energy. Through this Chaos Energy? He'd make methods of recovery akin to regeneration and magic more difficult to use due to how deep the injuries were intended to seep into the Demon Girls body. Most of all, it should prove potent enough to snap her out of Hanako's -- image -- and break ehr shifter form.

"ARGH!"

With one final push in the form of his roar, Koichi released a highly destructive, but pin-point set of Chaos Blast that appeared in a in a full 360 perimeter around Shiki. In total there were about ten of them coming from all sides and, together, had enough Chaos Energy within them to wipe out a good sized chunk of a city. However, The Beast had skill over them and condensed the blast range to only one hundred meters; keeping all of that impact around Shiki's body as he teleported two hundred meters away from the blast zone. Even the masters in durability would find difficulties in that, and Koichi was banking on it.

Moreover, at this point, a burst of white, black and red light would be seen shining all around Koichi's body. Now that he had slown down, the layer of protective armor he crafted with his Chaos Energy was seen. The Hell Hound's blood may have been boiling a storm more fierce than the lavas of hell itself, but he wasn't stupid. Directly approaching an enemy like this held its risk and The Iramasha Guard Leader devised a means of insurance in case something went work.

This is because Koichi Iramasha worked ahead of time. So much so that he already formed a plan in order to deal with the possibility of Shiki not being stopped by that attack. As the smoke blinded the area, The Royal Iramashsa Guard's Leader decided to have his reishi intermix with the atoms from his Chaos Energy and converse to a point around Shiki's body. In this way, he'd seek to create a seal and take advantage of her foreseeable weakened state and seal off half of her power through the usage of a Chaos Binding Spell with the ample amount of Chaos Energy in the air to use as sacrifice for it.

Thus, an explosion of golden light would light up the area and then The tall figure that was the Royal Iramasha would be seen with a heavy scowl across his face as he tightened his fist. There was nothing but a pair of black trousers on his person as his lengthy tail that was dark as the shadows swayed around. As more eyes darted on him, the male's skin seemed as brown as oak, eyes as red as the fires of hell and hair as black as the night itself. Stomping his barefoot to the ground, the hounds ears perked up and a large roared radiated from his mouth and rocked the Seireitei.

"Impersonating my wife? Killing our allies? Just who the HELL do you think you are?! I'm usually more of a well tempered man, but this ridiculousness test even MY patience. I'll see to it you never get up again, woman." These words came as angered, passionate and all around LOUD as he bellowed his rage out at his combatant. If The Demoness planned on standing back up again, there would be more where that came from in store for her.

Like pieces of a puzzle, it was all coming together. So the final piece to come to the field: The Royal Devil Iramashsa Leader himself.


In that moment, the skies of the Seireitei soon turned grim. The clouds morphed from their once pristine blue skies, to a mixture of black and red hues that darkened the area for as far as the eye could see. With this strike, a DAMNING burst of Chaos and Spiritual energy smashed into the lands.

This was all it took to confirm the presence of The Royal Devil Iramasha Leader: Ketsu Iramasha.

Locking on to the signature of Eric Zarathos, The Reagle Devil understood it was time to deal with this problem once and for all. Henceforth, he made sure all other obstacles were out of the way. With his son taking care of the waste of demon blood known as Shiki, and The Devil of Boundaries dismantling Eric's army, all that was left had been for Ketsu himself to claim Eric's head.

If The Mad One desired war? If The Mad One Yearned for battle? If The Mad One TRULY thirsted for death? Ketsu would more than be happy to oblige granting those wishes on this day.

So like a hellish bolt of lightning, a thunderous clap of black flames emerged before Eric no matter where he ran to at this point. Thus, standing up from this collection of darkened fire would be a lone figure. His spiked hair extended down to his waist and was unkempt in style; almost mending into the inferno around him due to its color being so devoid of light. All the while, his dull skin appeared to be cracked and shattered like a broken piece of glass. And his eyes? Ha. They were dead. It was almost as if the void itself was in as they lacked any sort of whiteness in them as he stared Eric down.

On the man's person? Numerous red colored metal plates, forming protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. Beneath that? A black high-collared, long sleeve mantle split down the lower half and a simple, light-brown obi and a belt was seen around him. Around his hands? Black sleeved gloves ready to have their first taste of blood from Eric's mouth.



"KAAKAKAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Letting out a jovial burst of laughter, the blood within The Royal Devil Iramashsa came to a raise. He couldn't believe such a brute made it this far into the Soul Society. Thus, now with his sights set on The Demon Overlord, Ketsu's eyes came to life with a burst of scarlet red light. In one move, in inhaled deeply and then exhaled a tsunami wave of black fire that spread for the next one thousand meters; reaching a half mile in the air and outright drowning Eric in fire.

And those flames? They were meant to decay and outright melt The Mad Demon away into cinders. Yes, understanding his defenses quite well from the stories he heard, Ketsu Iramahsa decided that the best method to deal with him was outright force to test his power a bit. Therefore, this tidal wave of rotting fire had enough strength behind it to keep burning one thousand years straight if left undisturbed. Henceforth, it possessed enough potency behind it to more than likely give Eric's defenses a bit of a test drive.

These flames would cling to him like a parasite, clog into his skins pores and outright begin burning away any trace of energy particles that come in its path. In this way, he'd overfill the channel of energy within Eric to prevent him from so easily regenerating without taking a noticeable dip in his power each time he did. Additionally, he may very well feel some of his energy reserves being burned away at this point; as these flames were meant to embed themselves within Eric's body and burn him from the inside and outside if they made contact with him.

They'd eat through magic, the metaphysical, the tangible and all else that stood in its path like an unstoppable beast as the scent of raw and overwhelming demonic power reeked from them. This was just the nature of dealing with The Devil Iramasha, however. The Reagle Male wanted to see where Eric's power was and this was the befitting test to do so, wouldn't you agree?

"Consider that my welcoming gift, Mad One. Pardon the laugh, but it's been quite some time since my blood has gotten this riled up. I could just HURL at the excitement brewing within this old body of mine." And vomited he did. Between a series of laughs and gurgled words, The Devil Iramahsa started projecting crimson fluids from his mouths and they splattered against the scorched earth below his feet. Whatever this liquid was -- it gave off a strong scent of demon power; akin to Eric's own. It was the stench -- of a Demon Lord.

"Now, why don't you play nice and greet our guest, eh?"

With that, the tables were set. The Royal Devil Iramasha Family were sent into the hells of war once more. Yukuri was on defense, Koichi was on support and Ketsu Iramashsa stole the show by going after The Mad One himself. How things would turn out from this point? No one was certain. But they all could sense other energy signatures heading towards their way, and Ketsu couldn't help but wonder: "what use was it?" Those words were muttered out of his mouth as he felt he more than had a handle on the situation on this point, but would await to see what destiny had in store for them on this grand day.