[MAIN STORYLINE PRE-EVENT] The Black Merge Amongst Queen's

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[City of the Fallen - As Wings Blot Out the Sun]

With such a momentous day underway and two of the three proxy rulers of Demon World’s new power structure, you would expect the third to not be far away, no? Well, you’d be wrong in this case. While Mana’s signal drew the demons towards the central city, several ignored the summons, but they aren’t important; the one we’re here to see is the missing leader. The demon who had been named King in Touketsu’s presence; Abaddon was far from the realm of Demon World. A different plane of existence; the between worlds to be exact.

At one time, Soul Society had been solely in charge of monitoring and policing these worlds. Times were different now; K-world, Hueco Mundo, and Demon World had all taken some measure of control over sectors of the between worlds, and made use of them. This world, just like any other, was contested territory that every party wanted a piece of. Thus was the way of war.

War was the reason one of the strongest demons in existence was here, and not in demon world celebrating the merger of Sin Fall and the Nuevo Espada. The massive Demon Lord stood stock still, a low muttering coming from his being and disturbing the silence of the barren stretch of world, his hands held out before him making some kind of symbol. All was not as calm as it seemed though; around the dragon-demon an immense radiation of power was taking place, enough to crush lesser beings and make stronger ones think twice about confronting him. This was no display though; this power was being shaped and controlled with precision. Abaddon’s eyes were unfocused, as though he was looking far away from the bleak place he now stood. In a matter of speaking that was exactly what he was doing.

He shattered the physical stillness with a motion of a clawed hand raking upwards. At the motion, even greater power rushed forward and a sound rose. It was a tearing sound, as though someone was ripping apart a sheet of tin; in the still silence of the between world it roared like thunder. Before Abaddon the air broke; the dimensional wall that defined the space was cut, and it broke to pieces before him as the dimension he created was opened.

This dimension was small as dimensions went. It was a flat plane of rough black ground, not dirt or stone but something between the two. It was a sub-dimension really, the borders set in a strange dome of smooth stone the color of jet. Yet in this black dimension there was ambient light that came from nowhere. The dome rose miles high; miles of empty space. This dimension was dead. Not only in the sense that there were no living beings in this place, but in its feel. There was no movement of air as there was none. And there was no spiritual energy of any kind. It simply did not exist here, as was one of the parameters Abaddon had set upon this plane’s creation.

The entrance was a gaping wound in the dimension, and it was somehow jagged like broken glass. Abaddon stepped in, looked back at the tear, and held up a hand. More power radiated off of him, like heat from a volcano or a star. He reached out with his power and his will, and he forced the wound closed. The sound of it was like rain, if said rain was made of small droplets of glass hitting stone. Within a few moments, the between worlds had vanished and Abaddon was left in the middle of this new, dead world. His crimson eyes looked around the plane for a few moments before he turned and opened a new portal.

This one led to demon world; specifically to a group of waiting demons. Upon the opening of this portal, they rushed in, carrying strange equipment and magical instruments.
”Begin the preparations. If the cur from the Eighth Circle arrives with the information do not admit him here, give him nothing, and take what information he offers. And inform me of his arrival.” His voice was harsh and commanding. The demons nodded silently and began their work.

The first phase complete, Abaddon walked out of the dead dimension and into Demon World; the difference was immediate. It was like static on the skin, like fine mist; that was the difference in feel from the world where no spiritual energy existed and a realm populated by beings capable of wielding power. He stood a moment, feeling out those powers that now flowed around him. Then he put forth another effort of will, and solidified the portal from Demon World to the dead dimension. Then he sealed it.

There was a massive influx of power; Abaddon turned his gaze towards Demon King’s City. A massive being was, almost literally, tearing its way into Demon World. It was going through a Garganta, however, so he could safely assume that Ashlei Clixx, the former Cero Espada and now Hollow Queen had made her entrance on the little event that Mana had gone and set up. He stood there a moment, gauging the power that had just entered Demon World; while the giant machine was menacing to be sure, the power that radiated from it was different than the one that was overpowering the feel of hundreds of thousands of demons. He pushed forward a small effort of will, and completed the spell. His eyes flared a strange green coloration, and he could suddenly see as though he was standing in the crowd.

And he could hear as well. He stood there, listening through a distance that should have made it impossible to hear as Ashlei made her introduction speech and rallied the gathered horde of demons and Arrancar. One would think that the battle was to take place this very day. It was a while down the road yet, but that said the introduction was a nice touch. Mana’s entrance, he assumed, had been little more than her walking onto that stage. The demons of Touketsu’s kingdom loved her, in their own twisted way. With that love, there was respect as well; she wasn’t the queen of demon world and Sin Fall for no reason. Abaddon commanded no such love from the members of Demon World; he commanded a respect and fear of a different kind.

And he was due to make an entrance.

Originally, he had planned to just walk in to the meeting and take his seat. However, the stakes had been raised by the queens; he couldn’t just be boring now, could he? He retracted his senses, and stared to walk towards the city. As he walked, he was suddenly outlined in crimson/black energy, and an oppressive feeling began to well up. Then his form suddenly rippled, and his wings exploded outwards. The ground below him broke with each step, the area around him began to warm, and within a few moments the demon that had stood there before was gone; in its place stood a large dragon with scales of black and red.

The dragon easily stood over seventy meters at its shoulders. With Abaddon’s transformation to his Demon Dragon form, his power rushed out into his surroundings. He rose high enough to clear the buildings of the city so that he would not have to run into any of them. He rose into the air and headed for the congregation of demons and Arrancar. Though he was miles from his destination, his power could be felt; immense as his physical body suggested and more. His was the power of ancient times, of legions of demons that he had devoured and slain, of centuries of knowledge and conflict. Before this power, the majority of the congregated demons were like moths before a volcano.

And this was but sixty percent of his power; power that was not even being used yet.

While he could have covered the distance in a moment with Shadow Movement, it would not leave the same feeling. Form this distance those assembled could feel his power, and they could feel it approaching them like a great wave of heat and death. Yet this was their proxy king in Touketsu’s absence, so to them it may have been as good as a rallying force. He reached the congregation soon enough all the same, and he made a show of circling the area.

Then he pulled up, and landed near the stage; below him the ground cracked from his weight and presence. He started forward towards the stage, and as he did his form began to shrink; while this form was great for an entrance, its size was limiting when it came to interacting with others. And being on a stage that was barely large enough for him to lay on if he curled up. And this was the smaller of his forms, not a true release. It was enough all the same.
”I like that idea, Miss Clixx. Together, our kingdoms shall drown our enemy’s in their own blood,” Abaddon’s voice said, distorted into something deeper than his already deep bass voice. As he reached the stairs of the stage, his draconic forms fully faded, leaving him in his humanoid form; even in this, he towered at over ten feet in height. His wings were wrapped about him as though they were some formal cloak.

He gave a bow to the seated Queen of Hollows and Center Throne, then turned to Mana and gave another formal bow before he walked to his throne, spinning and sitting. When exactly the crown had decided to up residence on his brow it was hard to say, but it sat there as though it had always been there. And so the Three Thrones were assembled.

What would happen next? Well, that was Mana’s show to set off, just as it was everyone else’s’ to watch.