"Well someone from higher ups told me to patrol the living world for a week. And the reason I'm not attacking Damas is because he hasn't really done anything yet"
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Damas smirked.
"Kenpachi..." He murmured under his breath, the only real shinigami that had ever truly respected his warrior's wishes.
He raised his head, looking at the other quincy's who had gathered. "Well. What about you lot?"
"Oh, and Aka, if you attacked me I'd kill you before you could activate your Bankai." Damas grinned an almost maniacal grin, allowing the faintest gleam of his hollow-esque attributes to show through.
"Kenpachi..." He murmured under his breath, the only real shinigami that had ever truly respected his warrior's wishes.
He raised his head, looking at the other quincy's who had gathered. "Well. What about you lot?"
"Oh, and Aka, if you attacked me I'd kill you before you could activate your Bankai." Damas grinned an almost maniacal grin, allowing the faintest gleam of his hollow-esque attributes to show through.
I think the whole idea is that it's gonna be a total destruction of soul society. So captain's death would be ok, I guess, as long as it's "realistic", not a simple 'I flicked my finger and he died lol'
"Neither", says Akai in a firm manner to Aka, "Are enemies of this cause. In fact, I can't think of anyone who could be of more help."
Akai seems to be holding something back, and then speaks once more.
"I...spoke with Captain Kyoraku before my execution. He tried to prevent it, but could not. So I killed everyone present. Including my own Captain, Batsu. Squad Five. He was new." Akai pauses.
"I was his lieutenant."
Akai seems to be holding something back, and then speaks once more.
"I...spoke with Captain Kyoraku before my execution. He tried to prevent it, but could not. So I killed everyone present. Including my own Captain, Batsu. Squad Five. He was new." Akai pauses.
"I was his lieutenant."
A reddish gleam flashes in Akai's eye. "Our first move, I think..." Akai draws his Zanpakuto and turns around. "is to eliminate that large group of shinigami headed this way."
A platoon of about fifteen rushes the scene and draws their swords. One of them emerges from the group.
"By the order of Captain Batsu, all hollows, Quincys, and anything with Hollow powers are to be cleansed from the Soul Society. Have you any last words?"
Akai falls limp, but remains standing. As he assumes a stance and raises his face to look at the attackers, his mask re-forms.
"This is going to be fun."
A platoon of about fifteen rushes the scene and draws their swords. One of them emerges from the group.
"By the order of Captain Batsu, all hollows, Quincys, and anything with Hollow powers are to be cleansed from the Soul Society. Have you any last words?"
Akai falls limp, but remains standing. As he assumes a stance and raises his face to look at the attackers, his mask re-forms.
"This is going to be fun."
"You shinigami just can't keep yourselves to yourselves, can you?" Damas said as he stepped forward, drawing his swords and flexing slightly. He noticed Akai suddenly gained a dark aura as his hollow mask formed.
He's gonna get sick of that thing eventually. Damas thought almost jokingly.
He used sonido to appear infront of the man who had spoken out loud, almost comically slow, the man tried to react, but Damas' right sword had already pierced the man's chest. Damas pulled the man towards him, grinning maniacally.
"Is THIS hollow enough for you, shinigami?" He perpetually growled into the man's face before throwing his left sword with his free arm into one of the other shinigami. His surprised face as the sword pierced his chest almost made Damas laugh.
He ran and retrieved his sword from the chest of the shinigami.
"2 down." He murmured.
He's gonna get sick of that thing eventually. Damas thought almost jokingly.
He used sonido to appear infront of the man who had spoken out loud, almost comically slow, the man tried to react, but Damas' right sword had already pierced the man's chest. Damas pulled the man towards him, grinning maniacally.
"Is THIS hollow enough for you, shinigami?" He perpetually growled into the man's face before throwing his left sword with his free arm into one of the other shinigami. His surprised face as the sword pierced his chest almost made Damas laugh.
He ran and retrieved his sword from the chest of the shinigami.
"2 down." He murmured.
He draws his sword and rushes at the crowd of shinigami. One slashes horizontally, but he ducks down and slashes up. Then two more gods of death approach him from his left and right sides and are quickly dispatched by slashing at them while spinning.
After disposing of them, the swipes the blood off his sword and asks "Who's next?"
After disposing of them, the swipes the blood off his sword and asks "Who's next?"
The dark aura around Akai grows stronger as his mask is completed. He slowly walks towards the shinigami, holding his Zanpakuto by his side, his head hung low. No words are uttered, no special techniques used. An enemy shinigami rushes him; he grabs the frenzied enemy, and swiftly, vehemently, impales his torso. The blade is not removed the same way it is inserted; Akai slashes upward, turning the shinigami corpse into a mutilated fountain of blood.
Other shinigami foolishly surround him. Only one word is uttered, in a warped, cold voice:
"Despair."
Akai does not move as his blade is consumed by black sakura petals. The fabric of space and time around him seems manipulated, changed into something much more dark, grim and morose. Half of the remaining shinigami commit suicide. The remaining fall to their knees. Some beg for mercy, some beg to be slain. Others merely shed tears.
"Thank you," Akai gently says, as the hollow aura around him fades. "You have always been kind to me." Akai removes the mask, which comes off without struggle. He affectionately glances at his bloodied Zanpakuto, then looks at his inner hollow's work as a discreet smile appears on his face. He places the mask back into his hakama. His Zanpakuto's aura remains.
"Do not cross me further, my old comrades. Batsu's last words will have no effect on this day."
Other shinigami foolishly surround him. Only one word is uttered, in a warped, cold voice:
"Despair."
Akai does not move as his blade is consumed by black sakura petals. The fabric of space and time around him seems manipulated, changed into something much more dark, grim and morose. Half of the remaining shinigami commit suicide. The remaining fall to their knees. Some beg for mercy, some beg to be slain. Others merely shed tears.
"Thank you," Akai gently says, as the hollow aura around him fades. "You have always been kind to me." Akai removes the mask, which comes off without struggle. He affectionately glances at his bloodied Zanpakuto, then looks at his inner hollow's work as a discreet smile appears on his face. He places the mask back into his hakama. His Zanpakuto's aura remains.
"Do not cross me further, my old comrades. Batsu's last words will have no effect on this day."
Ryan/Falox stared at them all...
"What the hell.. Is going on..."!?
He fired a arrow through a shinigami making a hole the size of a hollows inside of him making the blood flow out, He then felled.
"What the hell.. Is going on..."!?
He fired a arrow through a shinigami making a hole the size of a hollows inside of him making the blood flow out, He then felled.
"Give them mercy," Akai says solemnly. "Quite simply, they are no longer a threat. My Zanpakuto has broken their lives." The Zanpakuto returns to its original form and is sheathed. Akai walks through the mass of dead and broken shinigami.
"Follow me. We're going to see Captains Kenpachi and Kyoraku."
"Follow me. We're going to see Captains Kenpachi and Kyoraku."
Damas walked past the few surviving shimigami. His inner hollow wanted to slaughter them and revel in the bloodshed, but he surpressed it.
Damn shinigami, thinking they're at my level.
"Kenpachi eh? I wonder if he'll try and slaughter me like he tried to all those years ago."
Damn shinigami, thinking they're at my level.
"Kenpachi eh? I wonder if he'll try and slaughter me like he tried to all those years ago."
"That depends," says Akai in a casual manner. "But something tells me he's in a good mood today." Akai pauses for a moment, then speaks again, this time more seriously.
"Quickly. We must enter the Seireitei."
You filthy murderer...
I had...no choice...
You could have just ran away. Now you have dozens of mens' blood on your hands!
I...no...
You did kill them, and you enjoyed it.
Akai crumbles to the ground, as before, tearing at his hair. He begins to shake.
"Enough."
Akai's mask begins to reform, as his dark aura revives again. His eyes have a reddish gleam, and he rises to his feet.
"Rest, shinigami. Do not trouble yourself further."
"Quickly. We must enter the Seireitei."
You filthy murderer...
I had...no choice...
You could have just ran away. Now you have dozens of mens' blood on your hands!
I...no...
You did kill them, and you enjoyed it.
Akai crumbles to the ground, as before, tearing at his hair. He begins to shake.
"Enough."
Akai's mask begins to reform, as his dark aura revives again. His eyes have a reddish gleam, and he rises to his feet.
"Rest, shinigami. Do not trouble yourself further."
As Kenpachi's name was said, a flood of memories came rushing into his head. Flashback after flashback of Kenpachi attacking him on a daily basis play in his head. While this was happening, his eye was twitching
Damas saw Akai fall to the ground again, battling for supremacy against his inner hollow, he could even see the dark reiatsu begin to form. He wasn't going to take any chances this time.
He drew his swords and in one brief moment had knocked Akai to the floor, his right sword on Akai's throat, his left on Akai's sword arm.
"Akai! Fight it! Do not let it take control!" He yelled, hoping that there was some human remnance left in there.
He drew his swords and in one brief moment had knocked Akai to the floor, his right sword on Akai's throat, his left on Akai's sword arm.
"Akai! Fight it! Do not let it take control!" He yelled, hoping that there was some human remnance left in there.
The black reiatsu of Akai's inner hollow explodes, blowing Damas off and into a nearby wall. The shinigami-hollow rises, the eyes behind his mask shimmering with an intense crimson.
"Do not strike at me, for I am the tormented shinigami's savior." He does not draw his Zanpakuto, and while menacing in appearance he does not appear to be hostile.
"Do not strike at me, for I am the tormented shinigami's savior." He does not draw his Zanpakuto, and while menacing in appearance he does not appear to be hostile.
Damas stood up, brushing the dust off his shoulders he walked over to the former-shinigami. He looked into the crimson eyes, hands still on swords.
"Fine. Explain." Damas said in a voice that would normally be heard in nightmares.
I wonder if Aka is OK. He seems to be freaking out as well. Damas internally sighed.
"Fine. Explain." Damas said in a voice that would normally be heard in nightmares.
I wonder if Aka is OK. He seems to be freaking out as well. Damas internally sighed.
"You have heard him wage his wars on himself, yes?" While the face is not visible, the voice sounds almost amused.
"They are not against me. As a matter of fact...we get along quite well." A dark chuckle emanates from the mask.
"Perhaps, you could even say...I am his only companion? Second to this blade of his, of course..." The hollow seems slightly jealous.
"It's almost romantic, the way they talk and talk...but now I'm only griping. I want more. More fighting! More blood!" The hollow lets out a maniacal laughter.
"While I am present, he may rest if he wishes; he is safe now. Or we may fight as one...but we haven't done that yet. All of these shinigami, all of these lesser hollows...they're all too weak." The hollow seems to smile behind the mask, which seems to pulsate with a corrupted blend of joy and hatred.
"What you've seen of my power is only the tip of the jagged iceberg."
"They are not against me. As a matter of fact...we get along quite well." A dark chuckle emanates from the mask.
"Perhaps, you could even say...I am his only companion? Second to this blade of his, of course..." The hollow seems slightly jealous.
"It's almost romantic, the way they talk and talk...but now I'm only griping. I want more. More fighting! More blood!" The hollow lets out a maniacal laughter.
"While I am present, he may rest if he wishes; he is safe now. Or we may fight as one...but we haven't done that yet. All of these shinigami, all of these lesser hollows...they're all too weak." The hollow seems to smile behind the mask, which seems to pulsate with a corrupted blend of joy and hatred.
"What you've seen of my power is only the tip of the jagged iceberg."