Sometimes Moving on Requires Explosions

He'd spent some time on earth and sometimes wandering, it didn't quench that feeling. The feeling that those two personalities were causing him problems. His anger had been more intense lately, so a brilliant idea came to mind. He'd level this fortress one after another. Destroying them and all memories of the figure Nagato. Anything involving him would be buried just like the sands. The prison had been empty for some time, truthfully this place hadn't housed anything in likely years. It was a simple building where some magical cookie was needed. It was all nonsense, in the end, everything down to the bricks. His sister's smell and the rotten experiments that went on here. His veins pulsed with anger as his eyes glared downwards.

He remained stationary, his eyes closed as he felt the twitching in both of his hands. Memories of time spent here and there among other places. Subjected to experiments, flashbacks to times when the pain wasn't a memory. It was a reality that stepped in every second and moment. His sister and Nagato, those who'd use and throw away. The devotion was sickening when you examined it. The two before him, both were loyal dogs. William joined Nagato to spite Verathius, then it was just a disgusting continued cycle. His reiatsu began to bubble and crack around him, the air becoming hotter by the second. What would they do next, play pretend and go for some award show?

Here lays a giant piece of fucked up rubble. His eyes remained focused, thinking about Ashlei and Rose now. That bloodline, he wanted to erase it from this world. But no matter how he tried to get away from the mistakes those two made. He was trapped in an eternal pit, this suffering didn't go away. He shivered somewhat, feeling his skin crawl. His perquisa reaching out, brick by brick. Able to detect even the smallest flea. Detecting everything he could feasible, his radar on full alert. It didn't seem as though anyone would stop his destruction of these places. The removal of them from the desert, burnt out like ants by a magnifying glass.

He brought his hand towards his back, gripping the blade of his Zanpakuto. He brought his index finger to drag along the edge. He'd be imbuing his blood into this, making it a Grand Ray Cero. He slides his sword back causing a clicking noise. He brought both his palms together as though praying. Slowly parting them and giving way to a crimson orb, that rapidly began gaining more size. Smaller less defined ceros began forming around it. As they were consumed and pushed into this orb that continued to grow. What purpose did this all serve, it didn't give him a feeling of completion. If anything it made him feel different inside, conflicted. That was the key emotion that continued to baffle him. It made him angry with this conflicting emotion towards everything.

His blood swirled into the energy, creating expansive increases to the power it held. If not stopped this facility and others like it. Would be blown off the map, the chance was there for anyone who wished to contest his action. But he knew Rose wouldn't come, Tia had no reason to stop him. Certainly, others could manifest and play pretend like they were there. That they lived with the nightmares of someone else's life. But that would only fuel his anger, his desire for the final destruction of these places.

Ashlei's sick and twisted games needed to die.