Harbinger [Open]

(OOC NOTE: I will be proof-reading it editing it later; just too tired to deal with it now.)

Well, things were certainly starting to get heated with a BANG as The Quincy let off with the bullets.

Although, there wasn't too much concern on the part of The Demoness about where her supposed ally was. The male seemed to be in quite the rush to have himself a fight, to relish in the pain of injury and embrace the jaws of death headfirst. While it was admirable, Yukuri had little interest in going through such trivial pursuits herself. As reddened memories of The Royal Figure's demonic form came to pass from her former life, the thought of accepting the loss of life upon her own being once more was a null one. Null in the sense that she had already died once more, so she was a phantom that was detached from this reality and would not be chained down by its boundaries yet again by a single force.

So along these lines of logic, The Devil of The Border moved, fought and thrived within this concept. While her shell could indeed feel energy leaving its core, it was but a passing motion in the wind for the mind which possessed this power. Having long since detached herself from the physical realm, Yukuri Iramashsa was a rare breed of Iramasha. A demonic spirit sealed within the vessel of an Iramasha body and intermixed to form a potent and fearsome Iramahsa Devil. Between the boundaries of life and death, this was yet another factor that lead forth to her sacred and revered Iramasha Class being birthed into the universe.

Yet, like a puppeteer to her own body, the wandering enigma that was the consciousness of The Devil Iramasha needed to watch the strain of her beloved pawn. For that flesh figurehead is what allowed her hand to affect the material realm and that instrument must be well-maintained. Even in her previous life that has long since passed; Yukuri did not feel such a thing as extreme pain. Yes, the old Selena, The Demon Lord Selena, felt not such a petty thing. Arms cut off, skin burned to a crisp, heart pierced; neither action triggered the stinging sensation of anguish in her shell.

But, due to this non-feeling, The Mistress of The Border needed to keep watch for signs of fatigue. It is why her senses within and around herself were sharp. This utmost perception paid attention to the sweat beginning to drip from her milky white skin, the increased breathing generating from her lungs and the general groaning of dull aches throughout her metaphysical being.

Therefore, with this weariness brought to Yukuri's attention, it would be but a pitch to patch up. After all, she was just getting warmed up! This sense was akin to a runners body feeling the first signs of heat, steam and acceleration of the heart after the first warmup mile or two. Henceforth, the machine that was Yukuri's body further fed on itself through the sources of energy buried beneath its inner-self and nourishment around itself.

As Yukuri dashed through the hells of combat; the volume of power within her was quite rich and so very potent. It reached far and deep, high and wide and seemed to spiral into an abyss of oceanic fuel. Through enhancements made upon her body by The Devil Iramasha King, the latent prowess of a demonic overlord surging within her spirit and the connection to Hell Harvester alongside her masters call; it was hard-pressed for Yukuri to fizzle-out so easily after a few tricks. There was too much vested within the kettle that was The Border Empress's body to die out this soon.

So while The Quincy was fighting back against the pull of The Devil Mistress; this show of admirable defensive might conveyed something to Yukuri. This -- something -- was the fact -- she just needed to hit a bit harder to leave a mark!

Ergo, without hesitation, a strong wealth of influence once again smashed into the lands throughout the battlefield; and a heavier sense of power could be felt radiating from the Devil Maiden's body. Spreading further, becoming thicker and multiplying in number; the fine particles of influence from The Demonic Iramasha became enchanted and bolstered themselves in power. Indeed, as their mistress gave them the sustenance they needed to grow and thrive into ungodly weapons of destruction; their intent to take down Nobody's defenses from their mothers vast supplies of ammunition was going to be realized one way or another.

At first, when she was bringing out the light-weighted blows, Yukuri found herself being pushed back and her grip on Nobdy's body being forced out. Yet, with this brash increase in the sheer quantity and quality of The Mistress's energy, they started to rapidly make their way back into The Quncy as she hardened her defenses. Meaning, that if June was persistent on being the wall comprised of absolute defense? Well, Yukuri just needed to be even more hell-bent on becoming the spear of unstoppable offensive might to break the boundaries of "absolute" and reach her soul.

'Twas what a fight was after all: the man or woman with the bigger drive, pull and desire to win would be crowned the victor!

Thus, as June's energy screeched to life and produced wall after wall to block Yukuri's hand, The Devil Of The Border could only give a boastful and hard laugh. For as many walls as The Quincy was able bring up to her shield -- was as many spears of metaphorical strikes The Mistress of Devils had in her arsenal to attack with and capacity to break through these walls with.

So while things may not have gone entirely as planned, and the original intent of these attacks had to be readjusted in light of these hard defenses, the Quincy would damn well begin to notice the effects settling in at this point. These include a melting sensation in her arms and legs that yields the fall to partial or full paralysis, the cracking of bones meant to inflict further damage on her mortal body to slow her down; reaching deep into Nobody's muscles throughout her body to stun and cripple her in unimaginable pain made all the real by this fantasy-like power, and the potency of her attacks being lowered by one to two fourths were all a reality as The Devil Iramasha's energy stayed and fought within and around The Lone Girl like a stubborn bull.

And much like a bull, the roaring breathes of Yukuri's fastened breathing could be heard as an excited smile came across her lips. The adrenaline in her old, decayed and rusted out body was beginning to come to life and she couldn't be more happy to reach a bit further into her strength to get the job done. Perhaps it was the wavelength of Aish's radical and brash nature coming to life that sparked this sense of competitive nature within her, or maybe the fact that she was forced to defend her home and place from an intruder gave birth to a sense of urgency; but whatever the case may be, The Devil of Boundaries would not lie to herself and delude herself into believing she didn't feel anything enthusiastic from this brawl they were so deeply embed in.

In fact, as their spiritual selves clashed in this battle of persona's, it started to make her remember the sadistic days of her youth when she was a Demon Lord and relished in causing anguish, pain and took great pleasure in inflicting such death and destruction upon her enemies. It reached to the utmost point of Yukuri's viewpoint like a sudden remembrance of a long lost memory and brought with it the understanding of her fellow Iramasha's actions. Glancing towards Aish's location; The Royal Devil now better appreciated the reason why the male seemed to be pushing himself so hard and getting quite the rush out of this conflict of theirs.

So, upon this reflection, a brief flash of red sparked within The Elder Iramasha's eyes. It gave off a magnetic pulsation in the area; as if it the roarings of a volcano was all but imminent. And, indeed, something -- deeper -- inside The Demoness awakened and grumbled with a low, but very dominant growl.

However, much like her former-self, she'd never admit these things face-to-face. So, there was nothing left to do but continue fighting in this battle of godless speed. To all those around them that lacked the proper perception? These two would be fighting in blurs, explosions of light and quick spurts of hellish wind that rivaled the likes of hurricane force gusts.

Yet, to these two forces of infernal power, it was just another walk through the beach. Altering her body's awareness; time seemed to slow down and readjust itself in the viewpoint of The Devil Iramashsa. She became aware of the conflict taking place within Nobody, the battle occurring on a microspheric level between their particles of energy and the surface level clash all at the same time and taking place at a pace of consciousness that would leave most supercomputers in the dust.

Thus, to say that Yukuri was relishing every fiber, millisecond and blow of this fight was an understatement. This thrill of a worthy-foe in a human body rather excited the olden blood of Demon Heritage within Yukuri; although her Iramasha blood thought it was nothing but ancient nonsense and tried to otherwise ignore it, despite it giving her more and more power to push forward.

None the less, it seemed that the human was on the move like a maddened cheetah. The Devil of Boundaries nodded her head and acknowledged the speed that the human possessed to make her raise her hand this hard, but it was still nothing that The Demoness could not handle. With her perception of the environment slowed down to a fine-pace to keep track of the mortal girl, all that was required for Yukuri to counter was to convey the movement of Chaos Warp to her right hand to have it meet the bullet blast from Miss Nobody just under instantly.

Following that moment, a shadow with rows of razor teeth seemed to move out of the skin on The Hell Maiden's palm and consume the attack. It reeked of Yukuri's energy and the blob of darkness seemed to give off a faint-purple glow as numerous rows of eyes expanded all across it.

Munch, munch, munch.

That was the sounds of this bizarre creature devouring and consuming the blast. It ripped apart the connection to Nobody, filtered out influences and assimilated the attack into its being. Once the snack had been gobbled up, The Devil of Boundaries received more in-depth information on the energy frequency of The Quincy and this would prove all-but useful later.

For now, she made it a point to prove the cut-throat control and skill she had over her abilities. Locking on to the vantage point where her Chaos Blast was heading, Yukuri had a similar blob of darkness consume her Chaos Blast -- seemly vanishing after that point. There was no sense of it left on the field and it could be assumed that it disappeared. However, this was just a defiant act from The Iramasha; stating that she could pull the same tricks through her actions.

Additionally, The Devil learned something else intriguing through their quick little spat. There seemed to be a great need to put the distance in between them by The Quincy Girl. Watching her dance around the battlefield, it seemed that perhaps The Intruders most comfortable style of combat seemed to be hard defense and great long-range distance.

Interesting -- was the only thing that came to mind as The Royal Devil saved those thoughts for a later date. Gazing upwards above herself to view the storm in the heavens, the rainstorm of bullets fired off from The Invader went into effect. With but a snap of her fingers, a soft chuckle escaped the lips of Yukuri and the damning roar of the Chaos Blast from earlier came back to life. Coming forth out of a wormhole in between the numerous bolts fired off at herself and Aish; the explosive ball of energy unveiled itself to be neon white and further potent with explosive force from Outer Chaos Energy as it had time to charge while being kept in captivity.

Therefore, it took up a large portion of the skies above them and served to act as a wall between The Quincy's Bolts and her intended desire to hit them. For the two forces would clash like dragons and soon negate each other in a blast of silver fireworks across the atmosphere; rocking Iramashsa Island and overfilling the lands below them with raw power. Giving all the spectators of their fight a true taste of the type of combat these supernatural beings were dealing with; as their collective forces had more than enough potency to leave a smoldering crater in the Earth below them if Yukuri hadn't had such a tactful control of her power.

With their powers being sensed for dozens of miles on end, Yukuri could only give out a low-whistle and feel grateful she did manage to save that Chaos Blast from the shadows of Nobody's clutches. Otherwise, she'd be none too hasty to keep using up her energy to deal with that onslaught. Sweat pouring down her face and heart beating hard, The Devil of Boundaries utilized this slight lull in their battle to meditate, ease her breathing and further focus her innermost self on the task at hand.

Yes, she was putting forth quite a great deal of effort to maintain this, but if this was gonna be a battle of endurance? Yukuri was more than ready to put her worth to the test. No matter if it was short-ranged combat, long-ranged battle; a quick clash, or a drawn-out war; Yukuri had experianced it all in her millenias old age and was prepared to go down either route Nobody was willing to take. So while The Devil of Boundaries was somewhat impressed with this human's ability to adapt and wage down the road of battle; The Royal Figure still had age, experience, skill and knowledge over the girl.

And if it looks were correct, she appeared to be no older than a teenager at best. Therefore, if this assumption were correct; where she had but a few years, perhaps, a decade to sharpen her powers; Yukuri had countless years to perfect her hand of combat to the way it was in order to perform these insane feats that The Rouge Quincy was up against. Time to increase her body's stamina, quality of energy, understand her weaknesses, enrich her offenses and bring it all home in a solid defense made through her hardened and often violent power.

Furthermore, with the home-field advantage on Yukuri's part, Nobody was going to be surely mistaken if this pinnacle of Iramahsa strength was going to throw in the towel without giving it her all. And even if, by some miracle, she was able to bypass and defeat this Royal figure? Someone stronger would continue to take her place until Nobody was put in a fine coma; if not a coffin. The chances of her invasion were dwindling fast, but Yukuri still hoped she was here for something much more profound than mere combat for the sport of it.

So, to further investigate things, the demoness continued to break the distance between them and emerged twenty feet away from June and her newly summoned pet through a quick Chaos Warp. Seeming somewhat shocked with power generating from June, Yukuri's eyes widen for a few seconds before dulling over and paying close attention to what this new form entalled. Based upon her assumptions, even if The Devil of Boundaries seemed to be blowing through energy, the previous assaults seemed to warrant some kind of wicked release and convey to her that she was indeed being pushed. If she could keep up this effort and stamina before her body started enduring more critical drawbacks, then perhaps she had a shot of ending this fight -- hopefully.


Although she could not feel pain and it helped for already furthering her broaden stamina, that made it more difficult to gauge the strain done to her body until it reached a peaking threshold. Once the mental pains begin, The Devil of Boundaries would understand all too clearly. And with this bizarre skeletal figure seeming to be communicating with The Iramasha; for now, she was just stalling for time and recovering what exhaustion lost her body as her breathing was still fast, but slowed compared to earlier. It is why, in this moment, she was grateful for having such a high aptitude for discomfort.

Digressing, The Hell Maiden paid close attention to what this entity had to say to her during this period of charging and recovery. Shaking her head, The Royal Figure could only disagree with what it said. And in that moment, all of Yukuri's eyes turned black. To others? This wouldn't even be viewable. But, with the realm of speed in which these two were fighting in, it would be observable to Nobody and her Skeleton-Companion.

"As much as my demonic blood takes pleasure in combat, don't play with coy with me. The instant I stared into those eyes I detected my perception of reality being tampered with and a force from within them attempted to rewire my mind through mental influence." In that moment, Yukuri wanted to establish a brief telepathic connection with each of the spirits. In this way, the constant stares that Yukuri gave June would become apparent. As time the Devil Iramasha gazed into those eyes, a rift of The Mistress's power was used to fight back against it; even if Yukuri didn't understand who or what she was fighting against. So it was safe to assume that the girl was being tampered with in some way or another; blind as to even her own self if it were attempting to fiendishly keep others deluded.

"If it weren't for my own eyes picking that up and my understanding of the universe to guard against it, I may have very well fallen for such a manipulation if I lacked the energy to defend myself. So I apologize these windows into my soul come off as intimidating, but trust me, that wasn't my intent. Tactics like that only work on lesser beings or spirits without much willpower in them; and I see now that you aren't one of those. So you have that much of my respect in that aspect, human."

Once finished speaking, she seemed to be interrupted by the roaring of this contorting creature. Realizing that the time to partake in battle once more was about to begin; Yukuri had a flaring of her own energy come to the surface once more and a purple flame took shape around her body. It was filled to the brim with such heat that it could very well melt a Zanpakutō if one got close enough; so it goes without saying that The Mistress accommodated herself to better deal with a released fighter.

"But alas, maybe the brutes of my day had the right idea. If you won't tell me the true reason of why you are here, what your purpose is, who you are and the story behind those eyes; I'll simply beat it out of you to satisfy this curiosity of mine. Perhaps you require someone to break into spirit to awaken you to the world past your minds closed eye, child."

Thus, concluding her words to The Valiant Quincy, Yukuri went back to the fighting train of mind and prepared to engage in combat once more against this new threat. Referring back to her constant release of energy in the area, the island would not be so easily tainted by a poisonous aura. In fact, it wouldn't budge one bit as the element attempted to eradicate the very space around the island into nothingness.

Why was this so? Simple: Yukuri and her energy were extremely resistant to poison to the point of nearly being immune to it. With her demonic blood awakening the more June pushed her to reach into her power, the more potent this force became in reflecting itself throughout The Devil Iramasha's body and energy particles.

In her demon life, poison was her child; it flowed through her veins and the sleep of death was within her from her mark of Death Energy. Therefore, this influence would not allow for these immature powers to reach without giving everything she had; for they were hardened, sharpened and made potent by countless centuries of demonic growth and understanding of the very forces in the universe that dared to tame and master the borders of elements revolving around "poison" and "eradication".



In those raspy and overbearing words that blocked out all sound, the voice of Yukuri was projected throughout the whole of Iramashsa Island and shook the gates to their core. Holding her arms as if she were giving praise to the gods that lay in the heavens, the flames around Yukuri turned blacker than the coldest void in space. Death, decay, void and emptiness oozed out of the very essence of her soul and this hollow intent from June's hand all but reminded Yukuri that she was as dead as those arrows the youthful child shot off at her.

Thus, under her deadening command, the void came to life and a darkness that knew no boundary swallowed all of her attacks launched off with Dark Pulse embed within them. The energy particles that devoured these bolts were as dead as a fresh corpse, and they consumed the Dark Pulse whole and all into a realm where it would never return once more. The Realm -- of Death. It would be assimilated, erased and made no more by this force as one cannot unmake something that is already undone; so the forces would negate each other, while Yukuri's influence held the stability of the world around them as her energy coated the lands.

When finished, The Royal Demon lowered her head as the golden locks of The Devil blocked out her face. In this brief moment, the sullen side of Yukuri chuckled at the intent of inflicting hopeless on her; sensing such an intent in the pulsation "Nobody", or rather, June's energy gave off as she caught up with her heavy breathes. Throughout most of her life and unlife Yukuri and Selena had endured trials of hopelessness. In fact, one could say she had no hope for the future, no hope in herself and no hope in others around her.

This sense of grimness in the world around her had been inflicted for so many years after her meeting with death that nihilism was all but a natural trait to be induced into her personality. The universe, existence and everyone in it would be swallowed up by the void one day; making June's actions as hopeless and pointless as her own. Yet, here and still, their natural instincts and body waged war against other. So until these tethers in the material world rot out by the hand of Death itself, there wasn't any shame in having a bit of pleasure to take from this existence before it was inevitably erased.

Thus, in one final spark, Yukuri would not make this an assault, but rather, convey it through means of telepathic feeling by conveying these sensations into June's body and make her understand that it was as ineffective to induce hopeless on a creature who is already without it; just as Susanowa would not adhere to intimidation being an intimidating force of nature himself.

So, as she raised her head once more, the face of The Mistress of Boundaries had turned cold and seemed devoid of emotion. In the shadows that consumed her eyes nothing but reddened eyes remained; their crimson glow staring The Quincy down intently. In this vacant stare, the demonic blood within her had been stirred from its slumber by this release of power and it came tenfold in the pulsation of Yukuri's reiatsu. For, in response to this complex sensation of feeling within her, a triple layer encasing of fire wrapped itself around The Demon's body.

The first and innermost layer was filled with the notion of "death" and was as lacking of sense as a black hole in the void of space. The second layer of flames represented her demonic and devil blood boiling over and becoming redder than the deepest core of any burning sun. And lastly, purple flames reached the outer barrier and that represented her claim to new life as an Iramasha and her element of the untainted boundary. Carrying the sensation of pointlessness, the bodily instinct to crave battle and the pulse of being an untamed force that the universe itself could never hope to tame; these mixture of feelings had almost consumed Yukuri whole as her energy reached a peaking point; unveiling the true reason why she was indeed apart of The Royal Class of Iramasha Devil's.

Slowly, but surely, her body was being consumed by the null void of death. Engulfing her entire arms and extending from her golden locks in the form of a blackened exhaust, this null force sparked to life as numerous rows of eyeballs with red pupils opened and stared down June. If she wanted a battle with an Iramasha so badly? Well, she was in for quite the rodeo now.

With her influence devouring the vicinity around them and coursing through June's veins at this point, Yukuri would move her fingers and give off the commands to begin draining June of her life force. Utilizing the force of death; Yukuri intended to put a stop to these antics by rotting out her energy and forcing her closer to the point of being empty of energy to fight with and closer towards being unable to keep this battle up. More than that, the particles that surged within and around her were pushing to erase June's body bit by bit into the void. Even if she were protected externally by her beloved Susanoo, The Devil was already inside and accelerating this decay after having summoned such a creature to the field.

"...."

Tilting her head upwards to the heavens, this blackness was growing dull. Therefore, Yukuri would spread her arms out in a vertical portal and dispel the last of this vile energy; bringing forth a reddened sky filled with thousands upon thousands of eyes staring at every last ounce of the battlefield. Waiting, lurking and counting on an opening to reveal itself to their untamed perception. It was if these eyes were staring into the very pits of a persons soul as they shifted, moved and watched all living forces on the battlefield with a fine tooth and comb.

It is during this scanning of the vicinity that a new challenger found himself among the cosmic brawl that was Yukuri versus June. Adjusting their sight upon his being; it appeared to be a Shinigami and one that more than likely was associated with the Gotei 13. Given on this island closest to heaven, it was hard to imagine that they wouldn't attract some form of attention or another. So, with that being said, The Devil of Boundaries kept close tabs on the man.

"You...Shinigami....state your purpose. Are you here to watch? Are you The Quincy's accomplice? Or...are you here as assistance in the Gotei 13?"Upon making this telepathic link with The Shinigami known as Romulus,, Yukuri managed to scrounge up enough energy leftover to put him in a "containment" field. Essentially, since her energy was untamed and unbound at this point, and covering every square inch of this battlefield, it was not out of her hand to isolate him in a sub-pocket dimension to block him out from consuming the energy in the air until she was certain of his alignment or purpose.

"Until then, I'd recommend staying out of this affair if you intend to cause trouble...." With those darkened words ringing in the lone Shinigami's mind; she'd hope he was wise enough not to meddle in battles that weren't of his concern or interest. Otherwise, she envisioned things turning gruesome for him very quickly.

So, with that affair adjusted, there was nothing left to do but keep marching down this barren battlefield and keep hitting until the striking point to June's soul was made. Henceforth, it was time to thrust her spirit against The Quincy's soul in the form of her own exoskeletal force coming to life. With one single motion of a punch, a colossal fist compromised from the daunting energy reserves of Yukuri Iramashsa was unleaeshed.

Becoming engulfed in this trifecta flare of auras, its crimson, shadow and indigo shaded hues started to morph in a neverending flare as it expanded and became the size of a small mountain. Combined with the ability to tear apart boundaries, the grip to decay energy and the raw force needed to fight on par with this intimidating figure; this would be quite the crushing and heavy hitting start to the second part of their round, now that each of the fighters was tapping further inward into their spirit to continue this battle of souls in the land of fantasies and dreams.

"You've got this Iramasha's attention to fight. Now make it worthwhile and run with the crowd or drop DEAD in round two."

Those words brash and filled with malice; the playful facade was over and Yukuri was beginning to become somewhat more focus minded. Now with her hopelessness being summoned back to the forefront of her mind, June would get what she wanted; but not in the way she imagined. By activating the hopelessness in Yukuri, more and more did her energy become tainted by this toxic state of mind. Therefore, there was no boundary that was out of her reach having dwelled this far into her strength. So by all means, she'd kill the girl if she hadn't the sense enough to retreat back to her world if Yukuri's interest was not further indulged.

Searching, searching, searching; hoping, hoping, hoping; there wasn't a damn thing worthwhile that this human was giving her. Maybe she was probing for something that wasn't there in this pointless life of hers. Perchance this unique event deluded her into thinking something relevant and consequential would be made from it. If there was no purpose given to this invasion, this fight and her reason for being here? Then so be it. The Human would continue to have her wishes fulfilled. From this, the opportunity for the barbarian Demon Lord known as Selena Minos would be given chance to rise again in order to put another senseless soul into a cold grave.

So Just where would this battle would go from this point ? That question may be beyond anyone's imagination now.