His Will My Demise[Self-RP/Private]

Taking place before Balmung reached 0-4 tier.

The dead wasteland, a place where no life existed nothing but sand as far as the eye could see the sun high in the skies beat down on this area with an intense heat, the wind was thick mixed with sand, and it was heavy with the heat from the sun truly a place where that no living creature could call home. Suddenly the dead silence was interrupted by the sound of a piercing scream that echoed through the wasteland, it was a womans scream a foot pressed down on the sand sinking into the sea of sand slightly as the tall figure walked dragging the woman by her hair. His weapon in his right hand a zanpaktou, the blade soaked in blood, the woman was heavily bruised all over her face and her clothing torn the tall shinigami tossed the woman onto the bed of sand landing with a thud, the woman pushed herself up slowly as she spat out a mouthfull of sand. "Ha...HAHAHA...this is it...this is the place..."the silver haired shinigami said with a wide and sadistic grin on his face looking down at the helpless girl he stepped closer, the woman looked over at him and tried to crawl away. But the shinigami easily intercepted her path using the art of Shunpo, standing in front of her his zanpaktou already raised "Where the fuck are you going!?"he would yell as his hazel eyes glared down at her filled with rage, locking eyes with the womans sapphire blues Balmung swung down mercilessly slaying the woman her blood splattered and spilled everywhere. His uniform was already stained with dried blood, and now the womans fresh blood layered itself over that very same blood he stood up straight his zanpaktou getting stuck in the corpse he proceeded to viciously kick the split corpse until he managed to pull his sword free. Stumbling back he stood there holding the zanpaktou down at his side, as he tilted his head "One hundred....I slayed one hundred souls....so now...he will come out"he would whisper to himself as he stood there with the grin still plastered on his face as he waited.

Suddenly the atmosphere became heavy, the sand under his feet shifted as he could feel a violent shaking, his eyes widened but not with fear, with excitement. He couldn't help but chuckle as he stood there watching as the womans body was sucked up by the sea of sand it swirled and split, and from beneath the hot sand a figure slowly emerged his sheer size rivalring that of Balmung's. He was an oddity indeed, his body was entirely black, he had peices of metal not armor just pieces of metal adorning around his body, a red sphere stuck out on his chest, and his eyes where all white lacking any pupil. The figure fully emerged the sand under his feet closing up again landing on the ground gently the tall being stared at Balmung, without as much as a sound escaping his lips on the other hand Balmung's eyes examined him from top to bottom taking in every detail "You're it?" he would ask the rhetorical question expecting no answer from the being, "You're the one...the one who holds the Will of God?" he would ask again he lowered his head as he reached up with both hands gripping his head, his fingers sinking into his full head of silver hair. He started to shake his head as he stepped back, then all of a sudden Balmung let out a loud cackle as he rose his head, his eyes where wide as he looked at the being practically laughing uncontrolably. To all this the mysterious figure did not react, he merely watched silently already knowing why he had been summoned here, Balmung finally stopped his laughing as he pointed his zanpaktou at the being "I know...you hold the will of god...and I know that if I take it from you....I myself will become a god" he said arrogantly as his grin slowly faded and his eyes glared at the being "Now...I am here to take the will of god from you, and I will pry it from yoru dead fucking hands!" he yelled out as he his reiatsu exploded from his body picking up a wave of sand that expanded outwards in all directions. When the sand reached the being it merely split not a single grain touching his persona, Balmung swung his zanpaktou around as he looked at the being, he knew he couldn't hold back so he slowly whispered his zanpaktou's name and charged.

His zanpaktou gave off a bright glow as it began to deform and grow in size, he swung down diagonally at the being now not with a zanpaktou, but with a massive cleaver the cleaver came down full force aiming to split the being in half, but without even moving it was stopped a loud bang echoed in the area, as the sand under the beings feet sunk into itself. A show of the power behing Balmung's mighty swing,