The Crimson Skies Of Vestmannaeyjar [Iceland Conflict Event]

An ever growing darkness plagued the land. Evil and malice ran through Iceland like a flood, consuming everything in its malefic current. The results of war flourished without end, fury, despair, and dread coursing through the blood of many damned souls that infested the country. The turn out in this blood-stained conflict was far more grand than most, the death toll rising with each second and the sanity of soldiers ripped away from their minds in the middle of it. Children, entire cities and countless pawns were all reduced to ash in the fire of chaos. Any second; one could find their life stripped from them...or even worse, their identity lost in the abyss of madness. One such case garnered the attention of a creature not of this world. The crimson night would only draw more nefarious power under its weight and the psyche of thousands would be crippled for years to come.

It was time like this that the world needed heroes. Selfless souls that were able to conjure the will to break through the most unlikely odds and shed some light on the consuming shadows. Many of their kind had come here in an effort to liberate the land from Hell's clawed grasp, but in that venture, many lost their path. The anger and malice of a few that came here with the most just intentions mixed with the hoard of vile intent brought about by the monsters in this hell. It was at times like these where things were at their worst for those that affiliated with light that they needed a rallying beacon, something to stir them to make one unending effort toward their ambitions and cast away the building evil that flowed like fog in the air.

Such a thing wouldn't come though. In fact, quite the opposite for one unfortunate man undergoing a personal crisis the likes of which few even knew of. It was that contorting presence, the feeling of one fighting with such a powerful inner Demon that caught the attention of one recently-enlisted spawn of the underworld. Rather than one to bring salvation to their plight, they would act as the amplifier of their torment. An powerful energy approached the city, one that had no intent of restraining itself after events not long since past. It was much like a Hollows, but twisted in a myriad of ways. Traces of a Shinigami's pressure lined the dominating aura of a Vasto Lordes, but it was unlike the Vizards or the common hybrids most knew. It did not quite fit an Arranvcar either.

This presence was Hollow, not yet taken to the state of An arrancar, but adorned under the mask of a Shinigami as an inverse Vizard. The core nature of both these twin signatures shifted even further from the mundane, a dark power coursing through them the likes of which was unfitting of even Demon kind. It wasn't tainted by the binds of Hell, but an incarnation of the natural evil that the world created in times like these. These three distinctions in addition to the vast quantity of spiritual pressure split the impending force from the generals in battle across Iceland. It landed at the ends of the city, the eyes of the abomination looking over the damage and carnage caused by the unknown soul that had been taking care of things.

This creature had come to be known as Ruvik, a representation of the worst parts this reality could offer in a well disguised suit. At the moment though, their true nature was all but hidden. The Shinigami was free of wounds since the battle that brought it to this state, but many abnormalities adorned it. The man's flesh was a deathly pale white, devoid of color and matching the tint of a Hollow's mask across every inch of their frame. Their eyes were golden yellow, thin black pupils marked vertically in each slit. Red lightning crackled loudly around their entire body, the darkness that mixed with the pressure of Hollow and Shinigami being especially potent in each individual spark. The power of the creature had ascended to an entirely new level, and even now it was growing rapidly. The endless stream of hatred from the capital and the malice of those near by all served to feed the unseen beast, allowing it to grow and fester.

The ground under the Shinigami's feet cracked and broke apart, the aura around them causing damage to teh surrounding area simply by their presence. Any structure still in tact began to rot when he was close, cracks forming in the foundations and decay overtaking them. What few civilians remained near him would feel terror coursing through them, either passing out shortly after or fleeing for their lives. Unlike another operative not far away, it had no intention of purposely slaughtering them..Not without a cause to be worth the effort. Something else had attracted it entirely, and it would find the source and take advantage of the turmoil that plagued the powerful entity hidden away in the ruin.

The Monarch walked forward in the sundered city, corpses lined the streets and craters spawned by explosive blasts were present every few hundred meters. One especially large mark in the center of the ruined landscape was more noteworthy than any other. If the feeling of the power that caused this wasn't enough confirmation, the sight of the devastation was plenty to prove the creature's curiosity was worth the trip. It could hear the screams, both from those that were trying to escape the corrupting aura he exuded, and those under fire from fiend of a different breed. The Hollow in a reaper's skin walked past Zaine, their eyes turned to gaze upon the soldier of Shadowfall. It was difficult to tell who exactly they were fighting for when all they were doing is slaughtering the few remaining souls part of the territory

The Shinigami in a ragged, damaged cloak covered in rips and burns spoke briefly toward the Demon. His voice was corrupted, sounding almost uncomfortable to hear and giving off a raspy feeling of dread. Even at his full might, the power wasn't the most unsettling thing about this character. The thing that he always thought to be his largest conduit of success was the nature it possessed. Even by the standards of most Hollows, Ruvik seemed very off. He was a being completely devoid of morals without the faintest aspirations of compassion or obligation for a single thing in existence.Though often hidden, it was in these abrupt meetings where that true color debuted just to spreads the seeds of confusion in what kind of entity it really was.

"If you're going to kill your own people, its better to wait until the heroes come to watch. Slaughter without purpose is just a waste of energy and resources."

There were not many left to kill as is. Most had been torn to ribbons by the destructive origin that brought the city to ruin. He doubted the cause would even notice the minor slaughter going on by the Demon's hand. With no one else there, it was just a waste. It had done the same not long ago, but the difference was to incite the hatred of a single hero that tried to keep them safe. There were none here to bring about that kind of reaction. The distorted Shinigami began to fade from vision after those words were spoke, their slow walk replaced by a burst of speed that took them much closer to the source they were tracking in the blink of an eye. It was more difficult to sense as the storm ebbed, but as it got closer, the connection was easier to make. Perhaps Rose would follow soon after the success in the last defense and give the former mad demon some proper directive.

The Viceroy reappeared before a single building, rows of corpses and entrails strung up on spikes adorned it like Christmas decorations. The sight was entertaining to the monstrosity and only fueled its desire to see the unstable happening taking place inside. Ruvik walked in, his form feeding on the building malice inside the structure. His footsteps echoed in the entrance, the sight of walls painted crimson and fallen corpses greeting him, Alongside them was the target of its interest, the transforming Shinigami in the midst of a struggle for their existence. The parasite could feel it much greater detail so close, the manifesting nightmare becoming stronger the more time passed. Still the man made an effort to combat it, but they were failing. The future throne could taste the desperation and despair flooding their mind. It was only a matter of time before things permanently changed. Though still appearing like a warped version of a Shinigam, Ruvik spoke in a lighter tone toward the barely conscious Tetsuya, his words laced with the curiosity that brought him here to begin with.

"Quite the unfortunate timing for a personal episode. You sure did a number on things here, haven't you? That power manifesting in your soul...Why do you still fight it? I can tell that you're not going to overcome it, and i feel you already know that as well. "

Perhaps that question was pointless. Given the state the man was in, they may have already been entirely consumed and not even been able to hear the fiend's words. The fact it hadn't devoured them entirely was sign of their refusal to go willingly. As far as things were going right now, Ruvik no longer cared about the political affair of the war and the destruction that wiped this city off the map. Its only objective now was to watch an event few were able to see. A just soul consumed by their inner darkness and morphed into one of the abominations they lived to combat..It was such an alluring thing to spectate. And in the slim chance things took an unexpected turn for the best...The unseen Hollow would serve as the ignition to relight the inferno and ensure the sorrow and hatred at the end of this cursed war was at its worst.