Operation Rampage's Death

Tsubasa had returned into the Soul Society, this matter demanded attention and an answer. Iriko had come into a path his own, Ibiki's desire still lingered on his mind. He'd often thought about what he could do for her from Zero. She didn't know the situation, the sheer damage that Demon God did. Tsubasa himself took that attack for Iriko, his body felt so distant then. Tsubasa pulled back with his hand and a liquid crimson spilled on the ground, one prisoner fell without a single chance to defend himself. Tsubasa walked forward slowly, a deadly feeling filling the air. These prisoners themselves were scared, the Pale Rider had come. His eyes were harsh and cold, Tsubasa looked at them and stunned several with just his gaze. These weren't the men he was seeking, the one's that had escaped from under his nose during that demons attack. They were maggots too close to a flame, his hand gripped the sword. Taking a step forward the men fell, he watched them fall slow as leaves in the breeze. This was of course the only action left, he heard one muttering his gaze shifted. The question had been why are you here, such idiotic questions he got. " Because this world is wounded and must be healed, Iriko made a mistake..That is simply the fact..I've made up my mind..but first you all are going to die." Tsubasa could hear that song play, he remembered the vow as he walked forward. Slicing the man down who asked the question, he'd attempted to block with a sword but it was cut in half along with him. "The world needs me as the Pale Rider, I cannot idle in ideals of innocence or walk a path without bloodshed.. People like you, prevent such an ideal from ever coming out..You killed the innocent people here, raped the woman and burned this place..And now death has come to reap what you've sowed.." Tsubasa walked forward still the essence coming from him as though the Former Head Captain hadn't missed a day. He was done with this nonsense, he stopped a kido attack swatting it away with his hand.

The male who saw this looked baffled and scared at the same time, Tsubasa disappeared instantly cutting the male and leaving a crimson stain on the ground. "You showed no mercy and shall receive none, beg and plea, pray to your god..For he will not save you from this Pale." Tsubasa said looking at the remaining group, fear was inside them completely. They had seen death and were resigned to fate, he knew that look. He sensed a larger power it came in on him fast, he cut the perosn down using a powerful sword stroke. The male seemed caught off guard, Tsubasa's eyes remained hollow as he looked towards the next enemy. He flicked his wrist sending the blood off of his sword walking forward, blood lust filled this place. The Pale Rider was here and ready to feast on their fear and send them to hell. They were criminals no trial would be given, no quarter or freedom. Tsubasa would dish out justice as balance demanded, they would be punished and never again harm this world.

Tetsuya would be leading his people around this time, Tsubasa doubted anyone wanted to see him. Perhaps Ibiki, he did need to discuss with her what happened. The deal he was forced to make to save them all, the Soul King demanded a high price. Tsubasa had been given freedom to deal with this matter, but it wasn't so much. Kurai and the others would deal with matters for him, Tetsuya had proven to be his son and heir in many a way. He was proud Tetsuya decided to join the Tenth Division and repair the damage left, but he couldn't allow him to do it alone. Tsubasa had answered these peoples questions, corpses were everywhere here. Most belonged to the innocent these vulgar monsters had killed, Tsubasa had ended over twenty of them. They weren't up to the challenge of a Zero Division leader, Tsubasa felt his power was getting closer to his control. He adjusted his shoulders looking around. He'd killed twenty of the prisoners from Under First. About eighty from the Maggots Nest thus far had wandered in a place they did not belong. Much more seeking was needed in this situation, he would need to locate the people involved soon. He gave his blade a single flick blasting away the remaining fodder, his eyes scanned this place. The District was in ruins they'd been through here. He leaned down and began tracking them, his eyes scanning the ground for something people gave off. The world and it's people no matter the race gave off a rather special energy, he could see it due to his Zanpakutō. Tsubasa focused in and sent out a couple nanobots, it was time to locate them and burn what he could of them. This wasn't a capture or kill mission, it was a straight kill them before they get away. Who better then the man who was so much the embodiment of death to complete this task. Tsubasa spoke with the Soul King on several matters, it may of been time to hide their hand. He'd been hiding in the Human World for too long and Zero Division. It was time for a choice to be made and the future to change.

Tsubasa's eyes scanned the area, he'd inflicted death on a scale these prisoners weren't familiar with. One of the prisoners said something and Tsubasa vanished and he stared at him. His sword almost taking the man's head but resting against his throat. "Repeat that, who did you say is out?" Tsubasa said managing to get his voice out staring at the figure with cold remorseless eyes. The man repeated the name, he felt a chill through his blood. He finished the man off, so it was true. He was out and among the people, this was not good. That man would take vengeance upon this world and bring it to ruin. He would slaughter all and anything, Tsubasa stood still for a moment. His reiatsu fluctuating and growing larger, this had just escalated to a scale unseen. A being that even Yamamoto couldn't kill was now loose and somewhere. This wasn't going to be something that just went away, he clenched his grip tighter on his Zanpakutō. His spiritual pressure sending charges of lightning across the Rukongai, they weren't doing damage. But the skies were filled with lightning as he stared at the man who told him. He'd killed him soon as it was confirmed, this was not good. How would he stop this monster, could he even do this feat? Was it time they overcame Yamamoto's only failure as a Head Captain? Were they capable of putting down the man known as the World Breaker, a creature known to be the very thing that pushed the world into this state. He needed information, Ceon was gone and that left one being who could feed him information. He sheathed his sword slowly after giving it a flick to send the blood off. "Prepare messengers for every corner, I'm visiting Radioactive..Have a message sent too Kakeru of the Suigura as well..We may of just got put on our heels....The Devil is free and he's coming for what payback he can get.." Tsubasa didn't know what could be accomplished in the current situation, things were bleak. He had a frown that was not going away.

What had happened here could not be taken away, a threat of the likes this world hadn't seen in sometime was out. Sosuke Aizen was a mere bug compared to this person. Tsubasa looked nodding for them to leave him, this was a lot to take in. So much to absorb and take in from one mere moment, everything was evolving into more trouble. How was he supposed to fix the problems that were escalating around him so very often.

Fires, disaster, destruction and death; these were prominent words to explain the catastrophe occurring in the depths of the Soul Society once more. It seems that no matter which time period you pick, the honorable palace of spirits appeared to always be under some sort of seize or another. This time? By their own kind! How grand, how delightful, how. -- chaotic!

Indeed, this sense of strife, war and battle were ample enough to attract the attention of a Certain Demon Queen. After all, she is the Maiden of Madness, Chaos and all things Discordia; would she not be allured by the scent of a home-cooked meal befitting an entity befitting of her rank? Thus, by this law of nature, a sudden pulsation of MADNESS struck the very essence of the Soul Society. It buckled, it quivered and outright screamed with anticipation of this new arrival on the scene. Those within the higher-echelons of the Seireitei itself may even find themselves going on high-alert with the mass of energy hitting the Soul Society.

Emerging out of a green vortex in the sky, The Embodiment of Demon Kind emerged. Beaming with a sinister smirk, this feminine figure stood no taller than five foot seven; yet her aura gave the impression of a force far more enigmatic than her petite figure. Her skin was as pale as snow, while her eyes were as vivid as an emerald gem. There were two horns that protruding out of the top of her head as if she were Satan Incarnate; with two bat-like wings based around her center back to further add to this hellish touch.

Dressed in a dress that was as black as the night itself and went no further then her knee; the gothic lolita attire gave off lots of flare and grandiose charm. The ends of the garment were filled with many sorts of frills, while the sides of her ensemble had white bows neatly tucked in two. Extending from her skirt were two black leggings that let off around the knee; exposing more of her transparent skin and black high-heel pumps. With a flick of her flowing raven hair, a set of coal shaded gauntlets materialized around the bare hands of The Empress. Wiggling her nose brought forth a collar that tightened itself firmly together on her throat; all with a nice little bow from behind.

"Salutations, Shinigami!"

In a cheery-toned voice, the voice of The Demon Queen broke the four walls of the Soul Society and shifted the skies into a green and black haze; intermeshing with the electrical storm of The Unabara and tainting it with flashes of blackened and emerald hue strikes of lightning. The inhabitants of the riot seemed to seize in their movement; as this energy that The Demoness oozed from every fiber of her being seemed to command and enchant them. Literally.

"Please, be sweet lil' dumplings and let me eat your madness, why don'tcha?"

With a wink, a giggle and clapping of her hands; The Demi-Goddess of Demonkind went straight to work at spreading her energy throughout the Rukongai steadily. In this awakening of her power? A rainstorm soon ensued that brought droplets of green water torrenting down on the Soul Society. Raging infernos that were once mighty and daunting, were now nothing more than fizzled out ambers by this mist. Those in mid-fight whom radiated the utmost of bloodlust were now becoming fatigued, exhausted and outright fainting in mass droves; save for those with the strongest of wills against this physiological attack.

Indeed, systematically, the epicenter of this outbreak seemed to be quelling over with -- calmness. While not all of the rioting had been put to an end yet, many of its praciataints were put in a stupor, sleep or outright euphoria in the wake of The Demon Queen's appetite eating away at their desire to cause havoc. It was tranquil; but it could just be inferred as the calm before the storm.

Laughing with a wicked howl, a red fume rose from the earth itself and started spinning around The Demon Queen in a vortex of pure -- chaos. Within this cluster of crimson light had been the embodiment of the rampage contained within a digestible substance for The Demoness. It stretched with the wrath of roar, the lunatic holler of madmen ready for war and gave forth the hostile intent that was associated with large battle.

Letting out ecstatic moans of pleasure, The Queen's body shivered and ached with satisfaction as she fulfilled her elements hunger. This land, its people and this clash all were nothing but an all you can eat-buffet to a rather ravenous Empress. Licking her lips, as if she had finished a five piece chicken meal, The Demoness seemed rather fulfilled and her eyes glazed over with happiness.

At least -- before they darted to that of The Unabara none too far from her vantage point in the sky. Even without it, it was hard not to notice that eye-catching spiritual signature. Face curling over into a wicked smile, The Demon Queen then found her next object of amusement. For with a hop, skip and a jump; The Queen vanished from her levitation in the sky and emerged back on the ground at Tsubasa's side.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Tapping the right side of his face three times with her index finger, an amused chuckle escaped The Queen's pale lips as she observed the male. Hearing stories of his battle in Demonic Incursion and Australia, along with his travels in Demon World, The Empress figured their two spirits would cross paths at one point or another. After all, powers of great magnitude always end up smacking against other like roaring trains in the night. That was just the way it worked in this universe and why their auras danced around in a tango of energetic light in the heavens above.

"Hiya Babe."

Thus, her grin grew wider by the second. The Queen pondered if the male would give her a captivating response, or be an emotionless turd and stand there like a statue as she had heard from his physiological point of view following his clash with Khala. Either why, she had business to attend to even if there wasn't a pleasing show made.

"Surely I need no introduction, no? Instead, consider this an act of kindness to your race."

Rolling the wrist of her left hand in a whimsical fashion, The Demoness motioned toward the space around them. Many of the Maggots Nest harshest criminals were dropping like flies, and at the snap of Mana's fingers, tens of thousands of them were teleported and brought forth into a pile of bodies that rose a mile in the air.

"Afta' all, a Queen's gotta' make sure her relations are maintained, mhm?"

When The Demoness then turned her head around to survey the pile of drunken, passed out and otherwise delirious fugitives that had emerged in a pool of bodies before them; Mana let out a low whistle and was impressed with her handiwork. So much so, she poofed a camera in her hands, took a self-portraiture with Tsubasa and then directed the lens of the camera towards the mountain of bodies before them to mark the occasion.

"Now, s'ugah, while this is all grand n' all, we still got biggah' problems, right? Right." Pointing in the west, south, north and east; The Queen made it a point to survey the locations in which she still felt fighting taking place as she let off a coy smirk. "I'm still pickin' up tasty energies that I wasn't able to outright wash away. We still gotta clean those up, so shall we pick up the mop and clean 'em up togetha'?"

Poking his lips at this point with her metallic claws, The Demon Queen snickered and added one more sentiment to the mix.

"Afta' all, I hear you have a world breaker on your hands, and the heavens themselves even know I have a way with World Breakers~" At this point, the back of "The World Breaking" Shinigami emerged in a hologram before Tsubasa as The Demoness pointed at it with a mischievous snicker exiting her lips once more. "My nature senses his very presence in the Soul Society. And while I love annihilation as much as any other ravenous demon, I can't exactly allow something that can destroy this universe to exist. Otherwise, there would be no more chaos or order to partake in!"

Letting out a hard laugh, The Demon Empress then pulled out her trusty "Dead Master" scythe; a weapon which was nearly as tall as Mana herself, but one she seemed to wield with relative ease. With her trusty scythe in her left hand, The Demoness made a salute with her right hand and squinted her eyes to survey the area further.

"Unless ya' got any objections to this, I'd recommend we make hurry. After all, I got real estate here that is ratha' precious to me."

Tsubasa's eyes shifted to the woman who'd arrived, though he noticed her presence before even that. The figure of the Queen of Demons, Mana had arrived his vision shifted. She knew of the Kazuya Kiharu's presence, though he couldn't track the male due to some sort of thing in the way. Tsubasa looked up tiredly at the sky, such was the price he would have to pay after all. How long had he been cutting down these maggots. These lesser sheep, Tsubasa sighed and spoke now. His voice was calm and something about it felt like he was fine with the way it was. "Kazuya Kiharu, the First Fifth Division Captain..Was a kind and gentle soul born into a bloody era that not even Zaraki District could match.. This place was a den of killers and a light was born among them, the Captains at the time decided, he wasn't useful that way...So they changed him through various means.. But what happened they...should of seen it coming the...fools.. They turned him into a blood thirsty killer and when they realized he couldn't be used...They tried to kill him.." Tsubasa's voice seemed distant as his reiatsu went across the area sending lightning across the skies. Thunder rolled in the air as he stood between these two. Iriko deserved to know, his eyes of crimson were hidden from view. Part of him couldn't help but agree with Kazuya, he was wronged and had every single right in the world. He had the right to destroy this place and anything it offered, it stole everything from him. Tsubasa could certainly relate to that, he could certainly understand. He felt his chest muscles tighten as he thought about the matter more. "They failed, most of them got wounded and Head Captain Yamamoto stepped in, activating his bankai..However he was only able to contain Kazuya, according to the report he never was able to deal a decisive blow....He was beneath 1st Division, he was the first mistake this organization ever made..I had intended to try and fix it..but Devata set him free..and now every world is in danger, for even Yamamoto said in the file his brain's amazing intellect views realms as but chest boards...I've no idea what will happen, I came in hopes to put down those under first..Now I find out..that he is free.." Tsubasa said with a tired voice, he'd been worn out it seemed but something about him. It was an aura that only Tsubasa gave off, death like and almost threatening. His very presence was like a demons, something about those eyes as he shifted them on Mana and Iriko. The files were gone, what else could he tell these two about the creature known as the world breaker. Someone who found a way to collapse a realm. Rukongai District one of them was gone now, but did he activate that kido yet? "Their is a kido spell Yamamoto described, it's invisible till activated..However once activated Calamity comes...The entire Rukon District this was used on is now simply a wasteland where nothing can live.." Tsubasa's eyes looked to his sword as he gave the dripping crimson liquid a flick off with his wrist.

Story time was over, Tsubasa slowly brought his weapon to his shoulder, his eyes looked towards Iriko and Mana. These two walked a path he could not walk, he smiled softly. "You two walk a path different from my own....My path is a road stained with blood and death...I cannot see what will come of this alliance between Demon and Shinigami..only that the world may fall...from what will come..Killing the World Breaker may not fix anything.." Tsubasa said before walking away, giving many a curt nod before he left. Iriko knew him well enough to understand. Tsubasa wasn't someone who could offer support to anyone, he helped the sister of Mana to an extent. That was the limit of what he could do, Tsubasa cut down a person who rushed him. The man died without a second to even think, no chances were given. Tsubasa's aura was bloody and held something perhaps only those in 2nd, 11th, and Demon World would respect. A ruthless blood thirsty nature he'd sent his people to find Radioactive. However that too may of mattered not, the World Breaker would seal the doom for many.

Sometimes we ride the pale and find ourselves lost to it's glory, something many never would understand. Why was his name the Pale Rider, it was a slight naming thing for the Four Horsemen..But something much more was there, Tsubasa's enemies turned pale once he cut them down. He rode through a battlefield making every enemy he faced turn pale into the embrace of death. Tsubasa walked as though just taking a casual stroll, cutting down anyone who was considered an enemy. He was a distant figure, Iriko could be the light the world needed. Tsubasa wasn't destined to be a glow or even a faint glimmer. He was death, he was darkness and destruction. Tsubasa's mind began to ponder something, something dangerous. What would happen if he cut down the Soul King. Would that fix the problems of everything? He'd never thought of it before, could Kazuya influence thoughts as well?

Tsubasa began considering the fact that even his mind wasn't a safe place anymore. That was not something he should consider, killing God would certainly have a punishment. The Zero Division existed to protect the Soul King, but why should he be protected? All he wrought was ruin and chaos, his chosen people did this and created a monster. Wasn't he just as much to blame for this, Tsubasa's mind was in it's own place as he walked. He didn't know what was going to come next, his eyes stared at the next attacker. The man froze solid, fear and trembling muscles clear to his vision. He sliced the male right across the throat effortlessly, he didn't even break stride continuing to walk without even slowing a step. The man simply became paralyzed with fear, such a coward to stand before him with no teeth. Tsubasa was a creature born for another era, he was perfect for that time Kazuya came from. Perhaps so much so he felt regret, that one didn't stand and help Kazuya.

The Demon Queen wasn't surprised by the amount of interest she seemed to attract with her arrival in the Soul Society. After all, wherever her presence was, a crowd always followed; making The Regale Figure quite the life of the party. So it was only befitting that the Captain Commander of the Soul Society would arrive on this little escapade of theirs. Glancing over towards the vicinity where The Infamous Crow lay, a wink of her right eye was all that she gave as Iriko started sweating bullets at her aura. Truly, The Empress had a chaotic effect on the beings around her, no? Driving them all in a tizzy without even trying amused The Demoness more than they could ever know.

But alas, there wasn't much time to bask in that moment. It seemed that the frantic man had questions for the Manic Queen, and the Manic Queen may have answers to his wonders. So, with a devilish smirk stretching from ear to ear, The Demoness saw fit to grant him his inquiries and spare him a quick chit-chat.

"Why the hell...am I not here, babe?"

Almost mocking him in her comical rendition of his voice, Mana posed that question right back at Iriko like a bop to the head.

"There is chaos out breaking in these lands. I am chaos embodied within a demon body and I feast on that very nature. Put two and two together, add a hunger that warrants it own universe within myself, and you have your answer, silly."

Waving her hand over her face, Mana let out her signature witches laugh and added on:

"Surely it doesn't take a mind as gifted as Einstein's to deduce that much, s'ugah."

Darting those gem green eyes of hers towards the heavens, Mana let out more giggling fits as she paid attention to the force of Iriko Crow, nay, the Soul King acting through his body. It seemed their interest was towards the atmosphere and the clouds; something that made The Queen snicker further with delight. Not being her first time dealing with a divine-like presence, The Demoness came to the conclusion that it was attempting to re-correct the universe in which it was ruler over.

However -- Iriko's bubble would find nothing to alter or even reform.

The distortion in the skies? Sure, it caused ripples in the weather current, and the section where the bubble enveloped itself did ease that. But, alas, the storm throughout the Rukongai did not ease up one bit apart from that particular area. And even then, the hole in the sky soon reformed itself easily enough. The reason for this is because they weren't inducing madness, but rather, that was Mana flaunting her power ever so carelessly.

And as for the reddened mist in her grimey mits? Before the pristine bubble could cleanse it, Mana had sense enough to devour it whole before he could temper with her feasting. After all, she came here to dine and she would not be denied that feast just because of some trivial pet peeve that some lackadaisical deity had against her. Whatsmore, the aura of The Demoness's own essence seemed to snarl, come to life and bite back against this presence in the Soul Society. It brought forth a pulsation that it was not attempting to morph this land, but, earnestly, assist by sucking the madness out of the remaining pockets of rioters. In that way, she'd not leave a pool of death in her wake; even if a few dozen or so Shinigami here and there died. But, the way she saw it, they had it coming with their pesky looting.

So, if Iriko, or the Soul King himself, were intent on meddling with her meal -- they'd have to try a lot harder than that! This was certainly not the first time Mana has dealt with affairs of the divine, and wouldn't be the last!~ After all, what set her apart was others to even bring forth this resistance was the fact she could be considered nearly divine herself with how far the potency of her strength, energy and will had became. A Demi-Goddess if there ever was one.

"Geez, keep that screaming and you'll become as much of as necromancer as am I." Digging in the inside of her eardrums, the hollering of Iriko did actually make her ears bleed a bit; but they were mended back together with a flick of high-speed regeneration.

Batting her astral eye back to the environment around them in all directions with her extrasensory prowess, The Demoness picked up the trace pulsation of a mass army of sorts and she gaze a slight low whistle to exclaim her interest.

"Pretty dollies ya' got there."

At this point, she'd be seen filing her nails; glancing every now and again to witness the boys in black cleaning up the battlefield like the do-gooder they were. Blowing her nails clean, The Queen giggled further once it seemed like the Captain Commander was about to pass out. It became apparent to The Empress that battle against Khala truly wore him out; as it appeared to her that he was barely holding himself together as it is to be barking orders like that.

"Boy, you are certainly dim for someone so blessed by my sister."

Rubbing her nose in a nonchalant manner, Mana shook her laugh and gave a dismissive laugh at the male barking up the nerve to call her entrance "Soul Striking".

"Twas but an overblown entry, my dear. Don't be so worked up over a mere introduction, sweetie."

Wagging her finger, Mana continued on.

"Afta' all, if I desired, I'd make this entire place a smoldering crater, but have you mean make a single nibble of malicious intent on anything other than the circus over there?"

Pointing at the pile of incapacitated bodies before them, Mana made sure The Captain knew what she was referencing.

"Uh, hun, I don't know if ya noticed, but we are far past the point of catastrophic effects. if you haven't paid much attention to the Soul Society ova' the past few months, there has been nothing but catastrophic events. .A little sweet thang' like myself won't harm anything~"

After speaking in such a condescending, yet jovial tone, Mana rolled her wrist and had a flick of maddening energy poke Iriko in the face via the form of an energized red hand.

"Besides, I've done nothing of the sort when it comes to spreading madness or tampering with ya' precious balance. I've acted more like a vacuum and sucked the lunacy in the air right up for ya', babe!"

Then, with another energized hand, Mana giggled and bonked him over the head in a playful manner.

"Pay attention, Mistah' .Semi-Divine."

When finished, The Demoness would then puff her cheeks and almost pout as she heard Iriko question her reasons for being. Wasn' it clear as day? She just stated it, after all! Thus, The Demoness placed each of her hands behind that lovely little head of hers. In doing so, The Queen pouted and moved her head in the direction further towards the sky.

"Isn't obvious, Mistah'? I don't care one bit about whatever sob-story he has, but if he has business with destroying worlds, then he has business with The Queen of Demon's because I live in them!" Almost flailing her arms in a comical manner, it would seem as if The Demon Queen was taking this as another day in the beach. And for this demoness, it may as well just been that kind of outing. However, Mana would give a somewhat more stern expression as she spoke next.

"'Cause I'll be sure to kill him and drain the madness from him dry before that happens."

And in those grim words, The Asthavon would take the hand of The Crow and snicker a bit having made their agreement.

However, The Wicked Witch licked her scythe and gave off a more sinister laugh as her glowing green eyes gleamed over towards Tsubasa as he began talking. Most of it was the same ol' story she had over a thousand times before with this overpowered freaks. A great force born in the depths of bloodshed that likes of which no one had ever seen.

Except -- its likes of the carnage Kazuya endured had been seen before.

From the depths of Hell, to the borders of Demon World, the pits of the Human World, the everlasting conflict within Hueco Mundo and other many dimensions that span onward into infinity. Truly, to her anyway, there wasn't anything special about his case; apart from his saving grace that he seemed to want and have some potential to break the world.

"You'd think the Gotei 13 would wise up over the years and learn to control one of their many out-of-control experiments."

Making that snide comment inbetween his story about The Former Captain being used by the Seireitei, she'd once again laugh out of the fact that the Thirteen Court Squads always seemed to have a problem keeping their creations from going berserk. If it wasn't him, it was the story of Radioactive. If it wasn't Radiaoctive, it was the story of Bison. If it wasn't Bison, it was the story of Priscilla Yunari's rampage. If not that, then the whole Aizen deflection was one miserable pile of naive mistakes. Heck, she could open the whole book on the Gotei 13 and read over more instances than that where their experiments go a-wall; but it would be beating an almost literal dead horse of a subject.

None the less, Mana could only roll her eyes as The Pale Rider continued onward with the same overflowed wording of this World Breaker. Hyper-intelligence, dimensional shattering power, the unpredictable aspect of the human persona leading to great risk; all of these were factors she had faced time and again in her supernatural life and ones she wasn't much afraid of facing again. So, she'd shrug and take on the challenge with a grin.

"Okay, we get it. He is super powerful and ya don't think you can control your mistake. It's why I've shown up to offer my hand in killing the cowardly bastard, sweetie."

Patting Tsubasa's shoulder, albeit her words came off as patronizing, there was an honest warm behind that gesture as she smiled.

"And don't mind the magical affairs. I'll sniff that out myself; as the smell of foul sorcery is in the air."

Sounding more grim in her tone, the ever changing expressions of Mana shifted from careless to a more critical minded look. It wasn't as if her joking demeanor was entirely gone, but since she was raised in the magical arts, dealing with witchcraft tended to bring her combative persona out from time to time. And since this stench disgusted The Demon Queen, there was enough cause for concern to warrant this shift.

Thus, with her energy running rampant, a strong pulsation of power roared from within The Empress and it would soon began spreading throughout the Rukon District. Into every crack, every hole, every caress; until no trace was uncovered by her green miasma. In this way? She'd begin eating away at a force that should certainly not be there. A force, in part, that gave off the prowess of a seal. A seal holding back great magic and magic that The Demon Queen did not approve of or ever want to see unleashed under her watch.

It is why she ate away at its power, suppressed its madness further and utilized her authority over the elements of destruction to subdue and wrestle this concealed entity into a sound slumber; disassociating the connection from its originator through her Death Energy rotting out the metaphysical cord and making it no more than a diffused bomb in the most likely scenario.

Coming back to reality, the sound of Tsubasa voice still rambling caught The Queen's attention and she'd shoot him a glance of her eye.

"Don't kid yourself, s'ugah. You don't get to be in my position with destruction, death n' all the fun stuff of guts smearing your spirit like a warm bubble bath of delightful carnage." Albeit there were hints of sadness behind those words, The Demoness soon covered it and overlayed with further laughter as she then continued on. "The difference is, I don't allow it eat me up anymore. I embrace the end as I know the point behind my demise and my current state of being allows me to extract as much pleasure from this existence before mind ultimately comes to an end one day; much like everything else in this reality."

Letting out a soft sigh, the Demon Queen would hold her breathe for a moment, reminisce over thoughts and then proceed forward with her speech; seeming more sincere in her tone.

"Life is nothing but a game filled with many challenges until the game over screen clicks over. So this World Breaker Joker is just another boss in a long series of bosses I'll fight for the hell of it until I become the Top Player of this world. So if it doesn't stop at him, the cycle will continue onward until the very breath of this world is taken and the pattern restarts anew within the belly of death for all of eternity."

When finished explaining herself, The Demoness then turned over to watch the deadened spirit of The Unabara so callously killing the runts he tried to claim his life for their own. It brought forth a grim chuckle from The Queen before she added this much:

"So c'mon, give me a smile and stop being such a sour-puss. There is only such time you have on this planet before your chances of extracting as much pleasure from it runs to zero. It ain't all bad, s'ugah."

Tsubasa quietly listened, his eyes floating to someone who held a weapon near them. It was a creature who he felt anger towards, the movement happened before the would be attacker could even think. His eyes blinked trying to resister what happened, Tsubasa's orbs were cold and remorseless. Something about this event made him question it all, why had he even bothered to end it. He sighed softly, he tried being nice and tried so often to be these things. He wasn't anything but a two bit killer, Nis figured that out and left. Nis was gone, that only feeling of having someone who knew his soul. Tsubasa touched his chest, breathing softly as a murderous aura filled the entire area. His lips slowly curved a bit, the beast within was hard to keep at bay. Tsubasa's intent to kill was so violent that the enemies began trembling as though they were in fear. They were turning pale and some even pissed their pants, he could smell it in the air. Tsubasa's intent to kill and end the flames of life were strong. "Maybe it's time I stop trying to be what I'm not, I'm not a normal person...Maybe it's time my fangs sank into the neck of anything that dare raise it's blade." Tsubasa's thoughts continued as he listened to the words of Iriko. " Iriko is right though, I did hold this position and tell the tale for nothing more then letting them know...Do I embrace the pale and become like I was, ruthless and murderous with the intent to do. No more playing around and being nice, I don't care who my enemy is..I'll cut them into pieces and throw them into the wind." Tsubasa continued his mental progress, taking it all in as blood dripped from the sword. The fresh kill on his mind, why was he slaughtering them all? Was it because he didn't trust Iriko and his ties to the demon world? The fact that Khala and those with her had a place here, he felt it ripping at his insides. Anger, what was this feeling how rare was it to feel such anger inside him. Tsubasa's digits clenched his sword tighter, his orbs falling on Iriko and Mana.

Why did Iriko tolerate an enemy being next to him, Tsubasa's orbs stared at them both intently. "Can't trust either of them, should just kill them both...No, Ibiki wouldn't want this..I should.." Tsubasa was reigning it in slowly, but the monster within had it's sights set on something. He closed those crimson orbs, the entire area was nothing but enemies. He felt their intent to kill, the desire to shed blood and end lives. What was the right answer, why did it matter if it was right by the world or not? The solution was simple wipe them out and leave nothing alive. Genocide on a level unseen, not even the Quincy would be able to claim it of equal levels. Tsubasa knew this wasn't going to end well, he could feel those chains slipping. The chains on his emotions, everything that he bottled up. Why bother bottling it up, Iriko, Khala, Mana, they were all just so angering. Lightning danced over the area, it was clear he was thinking about something. Tsubasa was angry, the emotion was directed at himself. Was the answer to kill them all, he made a mistake and did something that couldn't be fixed. Was the answer to do something unthinkable? Was it to destroy it all and leave nothing but ruin? Was Kazuya right, the current Gotei 13 was it worth saving? Tsubasa quietly put a hand out and hell butterflies came. Tsubasa sent orders out now, they flew every direction heading to the Zero Division members in the area. Energy signatures began to pull back, this wasn't going to work for him. Demons were his enemies, Tsubasa could not forgive those that aided in her demise. Those who made him face that once more, he would not be their friends. No they were only fit to do a single thing and that was die. Tsubasa did not see any other outcome, to keep balance and order. The Demons must fall, his eyes opened slowly as he exhaled. Gold orbs stared at the districts, Tsubasa wasn't going to let it show.

But this was the answer, he could not help the Gotei 13 nor would he put people in danger during this. The Zero Division were going to be distant to this place yet again, the current situation wasn't something he could work with. Ibiki was his friend and if she needed help he would aid her, selfish perhaps. But Tsubasa didn't care he earned that right a long time ago, the right to be a selfish bastard. That was something that came naturally, if they wanted someone they could speak with Damien. Tsubasa did not have in him anymore to put up with this crap, he gently rested his sword on his shoulder for a moment. He was able to move it so quickly at the stance he was in, nobody could really catch him off guard. Many things were going on, Tsubasa had now accepted his anger and place in the world. He was death incarnate, no words need be spoken. He was silent, merely looking towards Iriko and Mana now. Something had reverted in him, Tsubasa looked at them the way he used to look at people. Something deadly about his very eyes as he turned them away. His voice came out cold enough to feel as though blades pierced the flesh. "Zero Division is pulling out.." He said it coldly and in his empty voice, he didn't care anymore. He felt nothing about this situation, the Soul Society could deal with the World Breaker and Tsubasa didn't care he was out now. He was done with it all, the balance demanded a retribution at this point. And Tsubasa couldn't stand to be here any longer, this place was a poison now. He did not care for it any more, this wasn't even worth dealing with. Damien was wrong to bring him in, Tsubasa coming here was a mistake. Yet not one he had any regrets on. Should these two fall it only meant that was the justice this world demanded. Tsubasa slowly sheathed his sword, he had no more desire for this world. "Ibiki, I'm sorry but I don't have it in me to forgive the crimes the demons did me..the very sight of them pisses me off..I'm leaving before I destroy this entire place....Sorry forgiveness isn't one of my virtues. "

"I'm leaving.." Tsubasa turned and walked away, sheathing his Zanpakutō and leaving blood stained around the area. He could not look at Iriko or Mana, the urge to kill them and every piece of demon trash was too strong. Out of respect for his friendship with Ibiki he sheathed his sword this once. He wouldn't point his blade at the Gotei 13 or any of the people here yet. The Soul King knew Tsubasa's anger was still fresh from the news, those that cost him Tsubaki were demons.. Those who made him see her and used her image in their foul manner. Those were demons as well, they used his family and played with them. Nothing short of genocide for demons was in his core. Tsubasa walked away trying to calm his anger, chaining that beast up again. Simply killing Mana would not be enough, no each every member of her family or the most important being to her must die. For her to even fathom how he felt about demons and what they stole.

The list weighed on his heart and mind, those creatures took the future of the Unabara as farmers. They took the brightest light of his world, Tsubaki. They condemned and forced the Unabara into this route, could he blame them for the outcome? Tsunashi had overcome his grief and was on the road to recovering, Tsubasa and Pest though weren't. Tsubaki was the light for them, Tsubasa was once normal if that could be believed. He walked on his thoughts no longer clouded, everything had played out. He'd spoken so little, letting no emotions show almost as he moved on.