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  1. Last week
  2. It was decided. They would head back for now and finishing things here during the daylight. Venturing back to the original village didn’t take long; for Shinigami’s the distance was close enough to be considered nearby though the average soul would beg to differ. They immediately met up with the volunteers and their comrades that tagged along for the initial mission who were more then happy to see their return. With Metabee’s help, Yoshirou quickly explained the necessary details to the village elders and chief. It took a little convincing but they were ultimately able to a sure them that they were safe for now and out of harms way. In the end they left behind the four security guards that came along as simple volunteers. The men weren’t order to but felt the need to provide the villagers with this curtsey… After a few hours, a satisfying snack, and endless conversation on the events of the night, the caravan finally made it back to the industrial district of the Kyoraku Manor. The majority of the group went their separate ways. Yoshirou had already made the necessary plans with Kenlaw, on the journey home, so the dead would certainly betaken care of. With nothing more to do Yoshirou headed back to the mansion with Metabee. There were only a few hours until dawn but they both would most likely be sleeping in and this time they’ve actually earned it. “What a night!” Yoshirou says as they approached the main house. “I almost fell asleep on the walk over here,” he retorts but didn’t necessary need a response, he was simply thinking out loud. The pair enters the building, Yoshi pauses for a second. “You go on to bed. After the day we had rest will do you good. There’s still a thing or two I must do before hitting the sack myself.” He spoke in a reluctant tone but there were responsibilities he had no matter the hour.
  3. Earlier
  4. The two quickly came to a decision that the victims should be buried as it was the least they could give them. Although, they couldn't be saved maybe now they were in a better place than Rukongai. It was the only positivity that he could think of in these conditions. Even though the decision was made it would not be implemented straight away. Yoshirou suggested that they do it tomorrow and Metabee nodded his head. It would definitely be better if they came when they were fully rested and it was bright unlike now. The two Shinigami would then start heading back to where the rest of their comrades were waiting for them in anticipation of some sort of news. While they wouldn't be able to give them any good news the least they could say is that the two of them made it back. Surely that was better than nothing. However, this event itself might have repercussions on their visit. While the Shinigami came to Rukongai claiming that they wanted to help, a powerless village was completely eradicated. Would some assume that it was part of their plan? Distract the bigger districts while an assault was carried out on the smaller villages? There could be many thinking those exact thoughts right now. He didn't know what would happen. They could only keep trying to gain their trust.
  5. Yoshirou smiled and nodded as well, he hoped Metabee was right and that the cooks had something prepared for them. It was honestly a fifty-fifty shot. They could have very well prepared something out of consideration. But at this hour there was also the chance that they were tried and sleeping, keeping watch in shifts. Of course the Commander didn’t object and used the spare time to heal himself further. Although it was unnecessary they both had the same idea, which was to heal a little before trek back. The Noble finished his task so frighteningly fast that it makes you wonder if he wasn’t the real monster in disguise. Rejoining Meta they now decide what to do with the bodies. “Ok we will bury them. It’s the least they deserve,” Yoshi says. They have already been raided and cut asunder there was no need for their bodies to be decimated. “But we will not do it tonight. I’ll have a couple different teams return once we get back to the Manor.” There was no point in doing a ‘half ass’ job now. They were both tired and mentally fatigued not to mention how dark it was. As such the possibility of missing a body or limb was high further disrespecting the dead. If they both agreed then they would start their journey back to regroup with the others; surely the others were worried and concerned for their well being. If not then they would further discuss the situation until they reached a consensus.
  6. It seemed that Yoshirou wouldn't be feeling down for too long as he quickly accepted Metabee's proposal. As the Noble's stomach let out a a whale's mating call the Captain patted his stomach,'Surely, the cooks have a feast ready for us once again.' He said so with a smile as he thought about what could the cooks have made for them. However, before they could leave Yoshirou wanted to clean this place up which he didn't have anything against but he thought of it as a bit pointless. Surely, no one would ever live in this place again after knowing that it was destroyed by an Arrancar and the people of the Rukongai simply didn't have the materials to rebuild. In the end, he left the Noble to it while he himself started healing his left arm which still had light burns on it. Yoshirou was much faster at cleaning up the place than anyone could be as his Zanpakuto simply devoured all the flames and destruction in sight. For a second he thought that the the village would be cleaned faster than he could heal but that was not the case as he had to wait a minute or two for Yoshirou to be done. Once that was finished the Noble then asked about what they should to with the bodies. Metabee thought for a second,'Burial would probably be the best option. With the state they are in I doubt some can be even recognised. Also, I don't think anyone will come here knowing that it was attacked so if we left them they would simply rot away.' He stated his opinion and waited on the Noble's. Burning them would probably much simpler and easier with many limbs scattered about but it didn't seem very respectful since their village was raised in flames.
  7. As Yoshirou should have expected, it never fails, Metabee’s carefree attitude. It had started to become refreshing or reassuring during the tough times. Nodding he stands up, “You’re right. Its been a while since we’ve last ate,” he says right has his stomach moans out in agony. “Haha. I’m pretty hungry myself.” As hungry as they were they couldn’t just up and leave yet. The nearby fires were still burning brightly, lighting up the sky. Yoshirou rolls his left arm stretching it out. It was about eighty five percent healed, now the pain and tenderness was his worse injuries. “Allow me to do the clean up I could use the energy from the remaining fires and debris,” he says as he finishes his light stretching. As long as Metabee didn’t object Yoshirou would take care of things. Using his Shikai he quickly devour all the remaining fires in the nearby area as well as minor ruble and debris. This whole process took about five minutes thanks his ability to reshape and manipulate his Zanpakutos from afar. But there was still one important thing to figure out. After finishing the Nobel regrouped with the Kido Commander to discus what to do with all the bodies. Should they burn them, or bury them or should the leave them and see if they have family alive to claim them. Yoshirou did not know right off hand what step they should take at this hour, he was tired, swore, hungry and mentally fatigued.
  8. After the two Shinigami gave their answers, the demon stated his disappointment but that it was as he was expecting. It was like when asking a question to which you already knew the answer but somewhere deep inside you hoped for a different answer. However, they would not change their mind. Even though Sama'el was this strong he seemed very reliant on this person he spoke of. Was that person even stronger? He didn't even want to think about such an idea. Yoshirou asked who this person was but before the demon answered he summoned the red flames of Hell around him causing both of them to retreat. Between the flames of the destroyed village and the flames of Hell it was obvious which ones were hotter. Apart from their appearance, there was nothing more. No attack or other surprises. Instead, Sama'el answered the question that the Noble asked. This person was Baal the ruler of Hell which none of them heard of before nor did there seem to be any records of his previous appearance. The demon's final words were a threat to Soul Society and perhaps even the whole world but it didn't feel like it would happen any time soon. The Sinners of Hell rarely left so there was no notable movements in build up for this plan. Once Sama'el finished speaking, he disappeared in a flashy explosion of flames which left the two of them alone. Any remaining threat was gone and the tension in the air disappeared too. The Noble released his Bankai and fell to his knees more likely out of despair than fatigue since he kept absorbing energy. He punched the ground and cursed but Metabee was indifferent to it. The Captain sealed his Zanpakuto before sheathing it and then fixed up his clothing with spirit energy. He looked to Yoshirou who seemed to have lost all confidence,'Come on, let's go. I'm starving.' It was now night time and they hadn't eaten anything since the morning but a long journey back still awaited them before they could do so.
  9. The gaze emitted through the small holes in Sama’el’s mask was as cold as ever. Their answers had pretty much been what he had expected, so why did he bother asking? Because the thrill of the role play was just too much to resist and after a proper show it was only fitting that it had a proper ending. Sama’el lifts his right hand, palming his face while crossing his left arm. Clank, clank, clank… his chains rattled like an annoying ticking noise you couldn’t get out of your head. “I’m not in the least bit surprised but it is still disappointing. Those who haven’t experienced multiple lifetimes nor his presence can truly understand the graciousness of such a gift,” he said relaxing his arms once again. He then turns to Yoshirou cocking his head to the side, intrigued by his question, yet in reality it was exactly what he was expecting. Hell flames emerge from all around him as he makes his final declaration. Yoshirou retreated backwards. While he could devour the flames the intense heat they gave off was unbelievable; of course they weren’t called Hell flames for nothing. “He has returned, he has risen from his slumber to rule again. The Lord of the Abyss, the Emperor of the Underworld, the true sovereign ruler of Hell, 'Baal the King of Sins.' Take a careful look around you and know well the side you have chosen for the destruction you see here is only the tip of the iceberg. There will not even be this much left when he is done. And when true despair sets in remember this well... you had a choice.” The flames explode around him and just like that there was no longer any sign or evidence that he was even their. If either of them had been alone the whole thing could have been mistaken as an awful nightmare. Yoshirou releases his bankai, falling to his knees. The pain from his broken collarbone immediately returned. Blocking it out he strikes the ground with his uninjured hand. “Ahh curse it, it’s always something.” It was uncharacteristic of him but only his good friend was around who probably felt the same way. Regaining his composure Yoshirou stands up, gripping his left shoulder. His attention is turned to Metabee though he doesn’t know what to say yet.
  10. After Metabee's first comment, Sama'el called him astute and asked what kind of person would show manners to a demon. Surely, only a madman would think of doing so, yet the Captain simply smiled as if saying 'Me'. The demon also said that letting them live much more fun which once again showed that he had no intention to kill them, at least for now. Sama'el then offered them both to join him which may have been his true aim but he likely knew their answers. He refused straight away while the Yoshirou simply grunted in refusal. Of course, the demon has lived for a very long time and so he knew that humans can be easily convinced if one tried hard enough. The demon continued trying to entice them with the gift of immortality, even if it would bring thousand years of suffering and torture with it. He also said that they could have everything they ever desired if they bowed their head to someone and that this was the only time the offer applied. Metabee started laughing like a madman at those words. There were many who would fear the entity before him. There were even more who would take the offer. But not him. In the face of Death himself, he stood tall and laughed as loud as he could in that voice. His resolve would not break. He already knew what he had to do. It had been decided on that very day. The Captain spoke,'Immortality?! Is that the best you've got?!' There was a wide grin on his face as his voice echoed throughout the now dead town. If falling into insanity meant that he would stay true to himself then he would gladly do it,'We Shinigami live long enough to be considered immortal as it is. I have no need for such a meaningless thing. One lifetime is enough for me! I am my own person and I bow to no one! Begone to the dephts of Hell, Demon!' His answer would not change now, nor in a hundred or a thousand years. His duty was to continue to watch over the world that she loved so much with all her being. He would not stray from the path of light, even with all the darkness inside him.
  11. Oh if only Metabee could see the decrepit smile on Sama’el’s face. The sight would be so ghastly that it makes you wonder if a mother could even love a face like that. Sama’el knew from the get go he was being contradicting but that was his intent. For the last few eons his greatest sin has been acedia which also his biggest weakness. So instead of action he used his sly tongue and word play to manipulate those unfortunate to come across him. “Well, aren’t you astute,” Sama’el says replying in a manner that made it impossible to tell if he was mocking you or complementing you. “But tell me this Metabee Ainsworth… what type of person shows manners to a demon?” He left no time for the Kido Commander to respond though as continue speaking. “We can only use the hand that we are dealt. And while killing you to would be fun it would be more entertaining to let you live and further struggle.” “Is there meaning to this?” asks Yoshirou. The intruder didn’t seem the talking type yet he now rambled on; was he up to something? It was then that Sama’el extended his offer to the pair of death gods. Immediately Metabee speaks up and shoots him down while the Noble simply grunted in disbelief at what he was hearing of course his answer would be no and he felt no reason voicing such an obvious answer. “Metabee do you really believe that to be true, that I have nothing to offer? Hear me now and know that I only speak truth. What I offer is far more precious than most imbeciles pretend it to be… Immortality is nothing to scoff at. Whether its in chains or not. By his side you could have everything you ever desire. I can picture it now you two serving as apostles by his side.” Sama’el says pausing only for a moment. The two veteran Shinigami before surely knew what loss was and the weight behind his offer. It was easy to see why weak willed humans always struggled with this and often ended up losing their souls. “Know this I will not give you this opportunity again.” “And here I thought I might have to reject you a third time,” replies Yoshirou joking while also inferring that it was still a no. He then gave Metabee a moment to reply though he highly doubted his answer would change; after which he continued. “But since your so talkative mind telling us who ‘He’ is that you keep referring to???”
  12. Once he said his name the demon quickly made a comment that they were both too proud and arrogant to give away their names just like that. Metabee chuckled at this. While this of course made perfect sense since they were the ones in danger but this also made a contradiction with his previous statement. The Captain spoke,'You contradict yourself, Demon. First, you say we are rude but when we introduce ourselves culturally you berate us. Make up your mind!' Then Yoshirou and Sama'el had a small exchange. They have met before so they had things to talk about unlike Metabee who could only make sly remarks here and there. Once again it was like sticking his nose into somebody elses business. He could only stand by his friends side and support him. They talked about their past encounter and even though Yoshirou's actions could be applauded as remarkable achievements they were shot down by Sama'el as meaningless. The demon took a step closer and compared them to him which was far from the truth before asking them to join. Would he kill them if they refused? Would he destroy Seiretei? It was impossible to tell what was going on in his mind especially since he was the manipulating type. Either way, his mind would not change. Metabee spoke first,'I refuse. There is nothing for me on that side.' His home was here, in Seiretei, so he had no reason to go to Hell. Besides, she wasn't there so that would be the opposite of his goal.
  13. There was so much to ask and do yet so little time. By now the sun has completely set and the only light was from the moon and fires around them. Surely those back at the previous village nervously waiting, hoping for some sort of good news. Even so the hellion before them had the audacity to speak of manners and take a stab at telling a joke. Or at least that’s what it seemed he was doing. Even in the face of great terror the Kido Commander is able to return a sly remark of his own followed by his name. For a moment Yoshirou thought about cutting Metabee off, stopping him from revealing his name. But a person like Sama’el could easily find out that much if he really didn’t already know it. Deciding as much Yoshi simply bit his tongue [(just a figure of speech, not literal)] allowing the introduction to happen. Despite the grim situation Metabee did manage to bring a smile to the Noble’s face with the bit of flare he used when stating his name. It was the first time he’s used a surname but he stated it proudly and naturally. Although it was not Kyoraku it was still beautiful. “I know the Kyoraku wouldn’t surround himself with fools but to think that at some point you both willingly gave me your names. How powerful the gods of death must feel. Pride and arrogance are the biggest killers you know,” says Sama’el as if simply giving advice to a child. “You talk all high and mighty but you’re just a more sinister version of evil than the last guy. If I remember correctly last time I killed the Togabito with you and took your arm…” says Yoshirou but cut short before he could finish. Sama’el takes a step forward, “You killed guards that do not know the meaning of death. Such a thing is like killing a few locusts in a swarm… hopefully meaningless.” Sama’el takes another step increasing the pressure and tension between them. “You took an arm and I took a thousand fold. Do you really brag while we talk over a mound of your dead brethren??? We’re not so different after all then.” He finally stops a few feet away from the Shinigami and while in reality he was a little shorter than Yoshirou his presence felt the size of a mountain. He then reaches out his right hand, “If that’s true, come and join me.” The Demon was initially speaking to Yoshirou but the offer was the same for Metabee. He merely asked for your soul in return.
  14. When Metabee arrived next to Yoshirou he said that his person was Sama'el. It did seem like it was very long ago that they talked about him. The Captain spoke,'So it's him. The demon without chains.' Even the two of them would not be enough to beat him. If he came to attack it would surely be a big struggle for Seiretei but for now it seemed like he wasn't in a rush to do so. The black figure simply took great joy in seeing Monk's struggle. Perhaps it was all because of him that this happened. Once the Gates of Hell were open there was no return. Monk wouldn't be able to escape and all present knew that. Yet he tried to struggle against it, just like he struggled all his life. Even though he hated them, Monk turned to the two Shinigami with the tiniest sliver of hope that they might save him from his impending doom. However, there was nothing they could do to help him. All that he was left with right until the end was despair as he cursed them while being dragged in but before seeing his demise the demon stepped in the way and a moment later they could hear a gruesome noise and Monk's voice had disappeared. Sama'el spoke once again saying that he was only here for the show though Metabee was still a bit doubtful if an army of demons wouldn't emerge from beyond the gates. However, it was also true that such a strong being didn't have a need for an army since he himself was a one man army worth a thousand demons or even more. Without any further surprises, the Gates of Hell closed and only three of them remained. Metabee wasn't as reckless as to charge so both of the Shinigami stood their ground and awaited the demon's next moves. Even though Monk was gone now Sama'el still hasn't left which the Noble commented on. The demon simply retorted and complimented them on their battle before focusing on Metabee and asked for his name. It was true that the Captain barely spoke during the battle so perhaps it was simple curiosity but did people with such power ever do things out of curiosity? Did he have some sort of plan and this was simply an ulterior motive to fit the pieces in? Metabee spoke,'You can't be late if you were never invited in the first place. My name is Metabee. Metabee Ainsworth.'
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  16. Yoshirou stood there in awe and wonder at the demonic yet intricate beauty of the Gates of Hell. He had seen them numerous times over is lifespan yet he could count on one hand the number of times they have appeared in the Soul Society. A Shinigami could live their entire life and never see such an event. The Kido Commander appeared next to him but he never broke his focus. “Its him Metabee... Sama’el. The one I briefly mentioned the first time I paid you a visit,” Yoshirou says. It had been a while and it was so brief that he was unsure if Meta would recall. Either way it didn’t matter as he stood before them now with the gates as if the Custodian of Hell. “I’m not sure why he’s showed himself but be cautious. Not only can he appear through and manipulate shadows he can also phase through objects.” Screams and pleas resounded through the air cutting Yoshirou’s briefing short thou there wasn’t much more he knew to tell. In Monk’s act of desperation he ran towards his killers hoping for salvation. But there was nothing that they could do. It wasn’t a matter of wanting to help but they were absolutely powerless to intervene. The most a Zanpakuto could do was cleanse the sins you’ve committed while your soul was twisted into a grotesque creature, aka Hollows. You will always be accountable for the things you’ve done while a live as a human. It was sort of an injustice how the weakest of races suffered the most scrutiny but that was a different topic all together. It was obvious that Monk was under great stress as his mood and emotions were bouncing all over the place. But how does one act while being dragged back to Hell??? Well that’s easy. Most react exactly like the corrupted soul before the two death gods. First they plea for help but once they realize that’s useless they always, always end up cursing, prophesizing revenge. Whether they mean it of not it was most likely just an instinctive reaction to such a horrible fate. It’s usually after saying it, that words have any meaning… or they come to see how foolish and impossible their threats really were; coming to seek redemption instead longing for vengeance. To Monk’s threats Yoshirou remained silent. He already stated his opinion on how, good would always find away. Instead he watched his soul be chained, skewered and reeled in like the catch of the day. In his place Sama’el appears. Surprised by his abrupt arrive Yoshirou takes a defensive stance but stands his ground. “This is bad,” he says out of pure reflex. The evil foreboding aura emitting from him was enough to break the feeble minded. The vile robe were so black it makes Yoshirou’s orbs look like a faded pair of jeans which didn’t help the situation either. It alone is enough to strike fear in those unfortunate enough to see it. At Yoshirou’s remark Sama’el couldn’t help but smile but like Monk his face was hidden from view. Luckily for them two the face of true horror remained unseen. “Your words humble me but I assure you I am only here for the show,” says Sama’el. He then blatantly turns around in time to witness the Hell Gates close. “Amazing isn’t it??? I assure you that never gets boring in a place like this.” Yoshirou saw multiple opportunities to attack but thought is wiser to remain steadfast. If anything turning his back was bait and Sama’el wanted to see if either one of them would bite. Besides if he was telling the truth, he was only here as a spectator and attacking him could change that. “The shows over so you can go now!” Yoshirou states while tightening the grip on his Zanpakuto. “Those with power are always the rudest,” Sama’el says turning back around. “And you are far more powerful than you led on during our first visit. How naughty of you to deceive me. All the same you two certainly but on a great show,” he says turning his head towards Metabee. “Jeez where are my manners? I didn’t catch your name, I’m Sama’el but people call me many things. Just don’t call me late...”
  17. Monk stuttered for only a second, but it was enough for someone. No something to interrupt him. Another creature he had sworn to kill, one that had tormented him and unknown to Monk had been pushing him closer and closer to insanity, as Monk recognises the voice he whispers under his breath, “Phantom....” and now Monk was nothing but a mere souls trapped in Seritei. The Phantom spoke in riddles, nothing ever seemed clear when it came out of his mouth, but he spoke of retribution. Which was all Monk wanted a second chance to try again and take his revenge, was he perhaps going to be granted a second chance by the Phantom. Monk thinks grasping to straws wanting to escape death and what came after. Emerging from shadow Monk jumps back instinctively, he felt weak on this form, he had no defence and the Phantom brought a great feeling of dread. Monk now wished he had avoided and never take this Phantoms words as truth. Only now was Monk beginning to see how he had been manipulated on both sides. “No.....” he whispers again under his breath. As Yoshirou recognises the Phantom as well, monk saw that the Phantom had never been a friend and the information was not for Monk gain, but his own. But the worst was yet to come. Only feet away from where Monk had stood a second ago, the very spot that his hollow body had been absorbed and destroyed, turn to nothing. A huge beam of energy erupts into the sky and expands and materialises. A huge demonic door, guarded by two skeletons holding the door. Then it begins to open and it was opening to greet only one of them. Monk. As the doors open they are stopped from opening completely by a rope covered in paper talismans. Monk had wanted to face his death bravely, but what he saw next drained him of his bravado. A demonic creature lay beyond the door and it was eyeing Monk. Without a second thought Monk turned and ran towards the only hope he could find in his fear filled heart. Towards Yoshirou and the other Shinigami. “No, please no” he yelled to no one in particular, he just wished to be saved from the fate that was waiting beyond those doors. But as he ran chains had leapt from the doors like snakes and wrap themselves around Monk before he can reach Yoshirou or Metabee. “NOOOOO!!!” Monk screams straining his voice box with pure fear. Running no longer an option. Monk tries to fight against the pulling of the chains as he is pulled towards the machete wielded by the great creature beyond the gates of hell. “No, I will not go” Monk growls trying to dig his feet into the ground, but the dragging was relentless. With his final breaths then, he decided to curse those he wished dead. “I’ll be back Yoshirou. No one is safe, I will have my revenge on you and everyone and everything you care for. I’ll drag everything down with me even if it takes me ten-thousand years to escape I’ll make you suffer and you Phantom, when I see you next I’ll tear your head from your shoulders and you will come back and help me get MY revenge.” The machete draws closer, Monk feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise sensing death. “Seritei will fall by hand....” the last of Monks words only echo and fade as his souls as been pieced by a guardian of hell, Monk essence been completely dragged in. Monk was no more. He hadn’t felt a legacy nor a footprint. All that remained now. Was a Sinner.
  18. Once Yoshirou released his Bankai, Monk's fate had been sealed pretty quickly. However, he didn't go without a fight. Until the very end he struggled in order to kill his target. It was quite admirable watching such drive but it was also true insanity as even when cut in half he did not give up. Metabee himself experienced what it was like to be cut in half by that Zanpakuto when their were sparring in the virtual reality simulation. It wasn't painful but the feeling of your organs being destroyed one by one was unpleasant nonetheless. It seemed that before Yoshirou would end the Arrancars life, they talked for a brief moment but the Captain was much too far to hear any of it. Even if the gravity returned to normal he had no need to get close to them. Then, in the next moment only two of them remained as Monk's whole body was devoured by the balls the Noble was using. Metabee let out a sigh of relief as the fight had come to an end. Seiretei had seen many invasions by now and another one was prevented in this very moment. Certainly, if either of them were alone the fight might have turned out completely different. The Captain removed his mask just a few seconds before it would run out to save himself a burst of exhaustion. His bones had fully recovered but some burns still remained though he could now heal that with Kido since the fight was over. However, he still didn't seal his Zanpakuto since he wanted to wait until the end just to make sure. After Monk's body disappeared, in its place his soul had appeared. It was not that of a Hollow anymore but that of a normal human being. Would what happen now? No one knew. It was then that Metabee felt a very dark presence, one that didn't come from Monk or one that he recognised. Although he didn't see any person appear a voice could be heard. Even though the Captain was this far away the voice was loud enough to hear as if it was said telepathically. The owner of the voice then appeared though it didn't seem to be a Shinigami or a Hollow or any other race. The person's appearance was also mysterious as the black robe didn't give any clues away. A large beam of energy then surrounded Monk's soul which caused Yoshirou to retreat and Metabee went to his side in case they would have to fight yet another battle. Though this one would be even harder as this person was far stronger than Monk was. Right before their eyes the Gates of Hell had opened and wanted to take Monk while the black figure watched on in delight. A few minutes ago Metabee told Monk of this possibility but the Arrancar didn't care about it as he was too blinded by his own hatred. Now that he was powerless how would he react? Perhaps now his fate would be worse than a simple death as he will have to endure torture for several hundreds or perhaps thousands of years.
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  20. Under the tremendous weight Monk tries to keep himself upright for as long as he can. With all his injuries and fatigue taking its toll it was a helpless struggle. Try as he might the stress was just too great causing him to stumble to the ground. With grace, fluidity and undeniable power Yoshirou brings his sword down… The cut was so swift that the pain had yet sink in. Monk hits the ground after stumbling but his body is no longer whole. His stout body was like a tree sliced in half. The upper half fell while the trunk, or in Monk’s case his legs, remained firm and upright; though they too eventually tumbled as well. From the newly severed wounds blood squirts and gushes like a bad scene from a horror movie. While literally lying on his deathbed the Hollows first of his last words was a question; “Is this really it? My life goal a failure?” To those words the Noble looked at him with piercing eyes, “No matter the evil nor how vile the villain, good will always find a way to triumph,” Yoshirou says putting emphasis on always. For the moment the Arrancar remains silent. “Perhaps they do contemplate their lives just before the end.” Though this was merely a thought kept to himself. After a few short moments Monk uses the last bit of his strength in vein. With his last breath he pronounces his wishes to live though it was far to late. The five black holes that had surrounded the Hollow devoured him in his entirety, consuming and erasing his sins. It was a trait of all Zanpakutos’ though Akemi Kosumosu performance was much more dramatic and theatrical than others. Nothing but his cleansed soul remained. Giving his killer the stink eye Monk states that he will never forget nor forgive this. Yoshirou relinquishes his Zanpakuto. With his innate abilities the double bladed sword simply floats next to him in a vertical position. Looking at Monk’s with nothing but compassion in his eyes Yoshi declares, “You are free now go in peace.” The former Hollow had a few more complaints but Yoshi had no reason to pay his words any attention. He naively spoke of letting him go and only wanting to survive. It was almost laughable how he spoke of survival yet that was all any of his victims ever wanted. Another day at life to see what it may hold- New experiences and old comforts never to be experienced again. But that was merely a dream that would have to carry over into the next stage of life as death was just another door, not a dead end. Annoyingly Monk was about to continue prolonging his transition to the next stage but suddenly everything changed. Picking up where Monk left off and unknown but familiar presence speaks. “I, I, I…” As if mocking Monk the presence starts off with a stutter though his voice quickly becomes clear for all to hear. “I see even you fell short. Fret not for you will have an infinite amount of time to pick up where you left off… an unlimited amount of chances to whittle down those you mean to vanquish. Though not today, eventually retribution will be yours...” The voice resounded in every direction but at first it would be hard to find meaning behind his words. Emerging from the shadow of the cleansed but corrupted soul “he” makes his whereabouts known. Cloaked in the same exact robe from back then, the same one as always it was undoubtedly an evil far more wicked than Monk. “So it was you all along??!!" Yoshirou says surprised beyond belief but before anyone could respond further something even more spectacular and disbelieving happened. From the spot in which Monk’s remains would have laid a huge beam of energy erupts towards the sky. The column of energy quickly expanded and materialized. Upon doing so Yoshirou had no choice but to retreat out of its way. Retreating half way back to Metabee the Noble lays his eyes on something extremely rare to see in the Soul Society… Large gates stretched to the very sky as if scraping it. Upon the giant broad doors was a pair of skeletons so stark white that it seem as if they were soaked in bleach for countless eons. Across their heads were bandages that cover up one eye apiece. Each took their respective arm, crossing it over their chests resembling a door handle for some gigantic being. Slowly the doors open but they were tethered on the inside by enormous ropes preventing them from opening to far. The face and left arm of a large demonic creature can be seen behind the gates. It wields a blade worthy of its preposterous size. Its left arm and face are covered in tattoos resembling tribal markings but far more intricate. Without warning nor hope for escape the creature strikes out to pierce the soul of a true sinner, as it has done numerous times before. All the while chains upon chains shoot forth in order to ensnare Monk and drag him back to the underworld, for the gates that appeared were none other than the Gates of Hell… Mean while Sama’el remained by Monk’s side waiting to guide and welcome Monk into the next phase or chapter of his existence.......
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  23. Monks last stand was desperate. In fact it was hopeless. Monk knew as he reached forward his chance of survival was zero, but his chance of killing Yoshirou was still possible. He would still keep his promise that he would still beat him to a pulp, even if it was with his last breath. Even Yoshirou raising slightly of the ground did not deter Monk, it only made Monk want to drag him back to the ground and beat him into the earth. But it wasn’t to be as Monk attempted to lunge, not only does Yoshirou counter, coming straight on for Monk, but Monk stumbles on his left leg. The one he had pushed earlier in the battle. Before all is too late Monk tries to regain his balance. It was far to late now. His body falls forward or what was left of it. Yoshirou strike would have cut him in half if it wasn’t for stumbling. But now he had been cut at and diagonal angel and his lower half had been separated from him on a on that diagonal angel. His legs left behind, Already collapsing. Monk begins to draw his final breath as his upper half rushes towards the ground. ‘This really is it. My life long struggle for this. My life goal a failure.’ Memories begin to return to Monk. Memories he thought he had forced away, forgotten, both fond and sad ones. Finding a friend when he was a mere hollow. Growing in strength. Watching humans as they lived there complicated, yet simple life. ‘Do I actually respect that’ Monk thinks as he imagine a humans short life in comparison to his. All his long life had seem to achieve was give him more regrets. As he grew older his achievements lessened and failure grew in number. Loss of friends, allies and now most importantly his own life. Which led him to now as his body hits the hard ground with a undignified splat as he lands in a pool of his own blood. Monks right hand twitches a finally struggle as he pulls on muck and soil trying to drag himself away. “I don’t want to die” he gurgled on his own blood. His fear of death had brought his strong Hierro into existence. What cruel fate brought him an opponent that didn’t care for his Hierro. “Pl-“ Monks final plea is cut short, been so close to death, he had been unaware of the 5 orbs converging on him and he hadn’t even realised his own death had happened. It was so quick, apart from been cut in two, his final moment were almost painless, his body devoured to nothing. Nothing at all. Not even his cloths, his wooden mask, his Zanpakuto. Everything he was, everything he had done. With no trace of him. It was like he had never existed.... The only thing that now remained of Monk was his soul depicted as a younger version of the humanity that showed as an arrancar. Instead of thin strands of hair. He had a full head of white hair, without a hollow Mask both his eyes where sky blue, he almost looked peaceful, if it wasn’t for the glare he jabbed at Yoshirou. One way or another he had been slain by a Shinigami’s Zanpakuto, his sins as a hollow all but forgiven in single swing of a blade. “I’ll never forget this Yoshirou. Never forgive this” Monks echoing voice as a soul still carried the hate he wanted it to, but deeper Monks voice was shaking in fear. “You could have let me go.... all I ever wanted was to survive” all while Monk spoke a evil, twisted presence began to fill the air. Getting bigger all the time Monk spoke. “I.....”
  24. “Bankai.” With a weight that felt like the entirety of the cosmos, Monk’s fist was diverted downward. He had no choice but to take a knee bowing before the Noble Shinigami. It was ironic. The Arrancar that had reaped so much death heated death gods. He was now even bowing before one like those do just before begging you to spare their lives. However Monk remained silent. While the opportunity still presented itself Yoshirou stepped forward slashing diagonally attempting to cleave the Hollow in two. With his two Zanpakutos now united their destructive capabilities were incomparable to before and that power was now aimed at Monk’s body. Monk remains still. It was almost as if he’d given up and resigned himself to his fate. There was no telling what he was thinking while he watched his imminent death approach. The blade of Yoshirou’s is unforgiving consuming nearly everything leaving very little in left behind… Just before Monk was hacked in two his basic instinct to survive kicked in forcing his body to move despite the incredible force upon him. With a last ditch effort Monk fires another Gran Rey Cero hoping for something. Due to the gravity it wasn’t much but the power behind the attack propelled Monk backwards and the Cero itself again was quickly devoured. Still it was too little too late. While he avoided taking a hit to the body the tip of Akemi Kosumosu still managed to slash his throat. Luckily for Monk he wasn’t beheaded but it was still a fatal wound. Had the fight been over perhaps the Arrancar could have found away to live, but with not one but two Shinigami’s present such a thought was merely a dream. The Hollow’s back hit the ground as he slide a foot or two. Blood gushed from both the Hollow’s mouth and the gaping hole in his neck, making it impossible to tell where the gurgling noise was coming from. Using his elbows Monk props himself up. Fire was now visible oozing from his mouth. Blood and fire danced to the tune of death as if preparing for an honored guest. Whether it was due to gravity, the hole in his neck or a bit of both the flames could only crawl forward. Yoshirou had no need to avoid the attack as he could easily absorb them once they reached his feet. But out of a weird sense of respect for what Monk could have been Yoshi avoids the dwindling embers by levitating just above him. “A fighter to the bitter end,” he says amused. As mentioned, strength was very deadly and versatile but it had two major flaws. One was the stamina required to constantly use the ability to the fullest making it very taxing on the user over prolonged periods of time. Second, was the dramatic decline in usability the more bodily injuries that were sustained. Staring at Monk the Noble could only be amazed as he still had the strength to get to his feet despite death rapidly approaching. Even if hunched over it was commendable that he was up right at all with his injuries. “Before you die tell me who filled your head with such nonsensical lies and sent you here to die. Tell me and I will make sure they pay…” “Very well,” says Yoshirou as he could tell his adversary was preparing for one last attack. Yoshi briefly wondered what Monk was thinking. Was it the same for Hollows and Arrancars as it was for humans? Was Monk’s entire life flashing before his eyes? Was he hashing over ever detail? Satisfied with every choice? Or was the longevity of his life filled with mistakes and regrets? Of course there was no way of knowing but Yoshi hoped that perhaps even for a fleeting second the demon would see the error of his ways. With every ounce of strength Monk could muster he takes a few steps forwards and strikes. Instead of waiting for the attack Yoshi meets Monk with an attack of his own. Using his reach and speed advantage Yoshirou continues to display his zanjutsu prowess using Agitowari. The powerful zanjutsu technique that was further enhanced by gravity and Bankai would savagely bisect Monk in two starting from his head then down his midsection and anything else they connect with. Yoshirou would then have the five orbs that surrounded Monk converge on him devouring his entire body leaving only his soul left to traverse to the afterlife, broken and alone. The singularities in the form of orbs would rush the Arrancar from all sides including one from directly above him. The gluttonous orbs ate as if starved animals unable to get there fill. Without a trace of his remains left the battle would drawn to an end. If Monk tried to dodge the Agitowari, Yoshirou would still follow through with the attack. His hope was that it might still land somewhere, just not where he initially intended. If Monk was still within sword range, Yoshi would proceed to perform a horizontal slash, starting from the same direction Monk evaded too. If Monk were no longer in range Yoshirou would smile wryly. Time and time again the Arrancar proved to be full of surprises no matter how insane he may appear. “You’ve done well but your reign of terror ends here…” he says once again pointing his blade at the assailant. Without another seconds delay Yoshi pulls back his double bladed sword nearly as fast as he swung it. “Wamuhoru.” The blade on the back end of the sword pierces through the black orb floating behind him. It wasn’t from the left, right, front or the back in which Yoshirou’s Zanpakuto emerge from. It appeared through the fifth sphere directly above Monk aiming for his head. So far the majority of Yoshirou’s abilities have revolved around absorption and gravity. With any luck the dying Hollow would be caught up and finished off with this attack. Simultaneously the Noble lifted his free hand pointing it at Monks lower body. “Haien,” Yoshirou says using the same kido he did to start the fight. Together the two attacks would act as a pincer strike making evasion that much harder. Whatever the outcome was the gravitational force exerted from Yoshirou's Bankai release would dissipate though now it most likely made little difference if any at all.
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