Seeking a Miracle of Power: Endless Soul Plane [OPEN]

"I am here.. for memory."

The words left the mouth of the oddly dressed man, his marshmallow-like hair seeming as if it were caught in several breezes as he walked along a golden shining path. It was a path that was created by his own mind, standing within this Endless Soul Plane. After all, this was where everything had begun. This was where the memory of his Mother's charge into the Soul Society resided. This was the point where Sunshine... began.

"So come all you wicked, to the land of the empty!"

The words left his mouth as he stood in the specific spot, releasing the feeling of pure ecstasy which left from his chest. Pleasure shot up and down his spine as he groaned in despair, the Priest's mouth gasping as his back crumbled gently. "Ah... ah-" The overtly pleasured cries left his mouth as the power within his body poured outwards, feeling a strange sensation filling him.

On the one hand, he could feel the Danava connection he held with this place, known as the Nation of Thoughts. However, even more than this, he was a Raksha'sa as well, and while his Realm Creation was indeed weak, he still maintained it. The aspects of his Shinigami nature linked him to this plane as if it were a Zanpakutō, creating that strange connection as he linked the energy within his own body with it. "OH KHALA!!" He cried out as he suddenly disconnected, falling down on his hands and knees.

Sweat poured from his face as the trail he had created behind him rapidly fell away, the platform he had created above the swirling eternity of energy beginning to crack, threatening to drop him into its depths. Calm... think... think... Clear your... Mind Reorganization. A gentle blue light appeared around his body as he killed many of his thought processes with his shadowy Zanpakutō, the great blue beast standing behind him as it expertly recreated his own mental state, leaving his eyes blank as he stood back up.

Slowly, both hands reached out once more, his head leaning back as a flood of pure 'knowledge' entered through his mind. Remember, remember... what form... did you have...? His mind asked, and gradually the answer began to appear... as within that place, deep within the Endless Soul Plane, a great building emerged. It was like a great upside down pillar, and from its self a blue sky began to emerge, spreading outwards. This sky was soon added onto with other buildings, buildings of a white color which continued to expand outwards as the male stood there, his blank eyes staring outwards as he projected the image within his mind into the area he desired.

This was the Realm of the Soul King. And it was in this Endless Soul Plane.

"..Nnh..."

A small noise left the male's mouth as behind his body, a tremendous beast began to form. Its entire body was black and green, dark colors surroundings its body as featherless wings made of vines appeared on either sides of its body, its reptilian-shaped but bird-like head appearing upwards as it flapped both of those wings. In an instant, Sunshine felt an absolutely massive amount of power leaving his own body as Yawgmoth's power stores were reverted to nearly nothing. As this was done, the landscape around them changed. It became 'fixed'. No longer was this simply something that was within Sunshine's mind; it now had its own 'place' there.

And then Sunshine's mind returned to its normal state as he laid down there, before feeling some kind of... comfortable feeling enveloping his body. Slowly, he rose, as the thought of a blanket dispersed from his body. Sitting next to him was Nyahmurreh, in all of her beautiful, feminine glory. The perfect softness of her hair, the curves of her body, the majesty of the garments that she wore... they were all there as she gently stroked the top of Sunshine's head. "You did good, good Sunny..." Her gentle words informed him as the tired male slowly lifted his torso from the bed, his left hand rubbing his head before blinking.

They were within a magnificent building. Lining its walls were quotes similar to the ancient texts inscribed upon Sunshine's body. Hung on the walls were aspects of both Deveta and Khala, and behind the headboard of the bed he was laying on was a large ornamental version of the skull necklace which he wore. "..." His mouth opened, and uttered words in the demon language which are not properly expressed in the text used to relay his actions.

Slowly, he rose from the bed, a simple white bathing robe covering his body as he slowly stepped outwards, looking out the window. His breath was taken away from the view he had; lush green trees rose along marble roads, great structures rising up along them. A sun with no glare hung in the skyline, and Sunshine felt a peculiar sensation: As if he were home.

"...I wonder... if we'll receive any visitors..." The male commented semi-listlessly as he looked outwards into the road which had been created, gently leaping out of the window as he felt an almost zero-gravity sensation, allowing for him to move freely without exerting any effort whatsoever.

There was only one thing that was missing from this Khalaist creation...

Others.