Simply The End

The heavens were weeping a fierce storm as the skies of the Seireitei grew blacker than the night itself and bled seas of water down into the earth below it. The passing of Wolf Lionus's energy could have caused this fluctuation and thus alerted the Gotei Thirteen to this great man's passing. To which? Most of his Division's members were seen rushing to his sides screaming what had happened. Many wondered how this could happen, that a beast as fierce as The King of The Dark could have been done in by something such as cancer. It was a sickening feeling for them to endure when the likes of the Seireitei were already compromised enough following the blowout from Demonic Incursion. And now, with the death of Wolf, their supply of Captain-Level Shinigami grew even weaker and widened the gap between the strength the Thirteen Court Squads had against their enemies.

This whole year was a miserable pile of failures for the Soul Society, and this was just another to pile on to the list. So, it was with a solemn face that The Captain of Squad 11 had arrived to this devastating scene. With her indigo aura overflowing, this unleashing of spiritual energy was meant to mark The Devil-Shinigami's presence and force those in this creature's path to get out of the way. Thus, many of The Division EIghty members gave the woman her face as she stepped closer to the corpse that was once the fierce fire of life known as Wolf Lionus

With each step she took, the crowd got a better look at the impish figure of The Infamous Zaraki. Long amber hued hair, lavender shaded eyes and milky white skin were some of the key features of the woman's appearance. More footsteps followed and, as the female descended further into the crowd, her short and petite figure became more apparent. Standing at no more than five foot one, she was often considered the smallest of the current generation of Captains; yet her strength was no laughing matter, as her reiatsu alone was enough to make these men fall back.

Digressing from that sentiment, it seemed that today, unlike her usual attire, Ibiki was adorning a more traditional look. In fact, it was the standard Captain's attire that so many Division Thirteen members seemed to care less about these days. It was the infamous combination of a black kimono with a silver undergarment shown underneath. Brown sandals on her feet, and a white haori on her back with the division eleven logo on its middle point; she surely had the look down hard.

The only thing that was nonconforming was her Zanpakutō belt that was fasted with a firm grip around her waist. Attached to this belt were numerous series of chains; with three primary accessories that stood out on them. A purple sphere, a black triangle and a red triangle were what these appurtenances were and they were crucial parts of her Zanpakutō.

With that said, once her footsteps stop, the horns which stood out upon her head seemed to give off a deafening glow and then a low growl as she stared at the remains of Wolf Lionus before her very feet. Why did he have to die like this? Dammit, that one more objection towards her and Tsubasa's dream of reconstructing the Soul Society. But, more than that, as a fellow comrade, there was a pang of hurt within the Menacing Oni's heart as she got down on one knee and inspected the man's body further.

To lose yet another fellow in arms -- was heartbreaking. It may not make sense to the outsiders eyes, as the two never really had much interaction, but to Ibiki? To her -- it meant everything. Most shinigami whom were apart of the Thirteen Court Squads were what The Zaraki considered great allies, friends and almost -- family. It had been quite some centuries since she last had contact with her family, and it can be assumed, through her understanding, that whatever was left of them may have been vaporized in the wake of Demonic Incursion.

So, with those thoughts weighing on her conscious like a heavy dagger through the chest, The Captain began to let out a silent tear because, for all intents and purposes, seeing another Captain die was like watching a brother or sister pass away. If anything, they were the closest of all due to their rank, duties and commitment to ownership when it came to advancing the goals of the Gotei 13, enforcing the safety of the Soul Society and overall -- attempting to make this barren world somewhat better. They had flaws in the past, but if Ibiki had anything to say about it, the future of this organization was meant to make a turn around for the better and she couldn't do this task -- alone.

Thus, more tears fell before she out a heavy exhale and grabbed the stiffened body of The Lionus with her bare hands. Once this corpse was in her hands, The Zaraki would then slowly begin stand up in a firm stance in order to stare into the ashen skies above her. In that moment, her thoughts were as dead as the man in her arms, but she couldn't allow herself to get too consumed with despair or sadness. There was still the task of seeing to it that this man's legacy was put to rest in a dignified and respected matter.

As a result of these somber thoughts, The Captain would give a dispirited glance towards the gathering of Division Eight members behind her. In that glimpse of the eye, words were not needed to express the anguish of pain that had befallen them all. So, after such a dejected stare was given to all whom massed for the passing of Wolf, The Zaraki began to walk ever so slowly through the rain with his body in her hands.

With a quick nod of her head, she'd give a subtle motion for any of the men whom had assembled to follow. For, no matter what occurred, The Menacing Devil girl was going to walk through these barren lands; regardless of whether or not anyone tried to stop her. So, it was with a slow and steady pace that the Division Eight members pursued Ibiki as she took this quiet walk through their barracks.

Where was she going? Simple: the burial grounds of The Division Eight Sector.

After a few minutes passed, the air became frigid and damp; the rain pouring down harder than before on the skin across their backs. Yet, in spite of that, there was no reaction given to these men and nor The Captain they followed. For when they reached an opening in the grave sight, the deed was here to come.

Reaching an opening of grass for as far as the eye could see, The Menacing Devil saw fit to rest the body of The Division Eight Captain upon this hill. So, in one unleashing burst of her power, she crafted a rectangular hole in the ground. This feat, made possible for by her reiatsu's impacting strength, would make for a fine resting place for this weary man's lifeless body.

Ergo, The Zaraki then transferred a large and dense sum of her energy to coat the male's body. Why was that? Well, in this day and age, there were those who did not know better and had a tendency to grave rob those whom had passed. To prevent that, Ibiki decided to put forth her proficient knowledge of her powers to use. All in order to craft a barrier as strong as the Sekki-Sekki stone itself in order to protect Wolf's body. It would tether itself to the earth, suck in reishi from the ground and continue to grow stronger to prevent Wolf's place from ever being moved by grave-robbers.

Such a sickening thought, but the act was done and she could finally put the man to rest. So, with a gentle telekinetic pull, the body of Wolf slowly fell into the dark depths of his coffin. Never again to see the light of day or raise a single fist of defiance to fight. This was his last trip, and it was six under.

The rain eased, the air hushed and everything became still in those fleeting moments. Then, Ibiki closed her eyes and sealed the hole shut once the male reached his final resting place. Eternal sleep, endless dreams and infinite happiness were what The Zaraki wished for the man now that his life had been claimed by the disease.

To convey that further, she'd get on her knees, place her hands together as if she were praying and wish his spirit blessing towards the next life.

And, in one final whisper, she'd utter these last words for all to hear around the burial of Wolf Lionus:

"Farewell and good night, Wolf. May your soul be at ease now."

Leaning her head backwards, the eyes of The Zaraki became filled with shadows and a drops of tears hit the grave before nightfall consumed the area.

This was -- a dark day for the Gotei 13.