Old eyes stare across the burning planes of a ruined world. The grey in them is nearly obscured by the rising flames. Hs entire life's work turned to ash in his own frivolous quest to reconcile his past and obtain a better world than what he alone could create. If only he had been given more time he had always thought. If only his master would have lived a few moments longer and be able to tell him why his dear friends had turned their backs to him. Millennia have passed with no new trio emerging. He had tried; hoped that it would have been Shunsui, Jushiro, and Retsu. He had failed time and time again unaware that the true trio were sheltered from his knowledge in a familial line very much the same age as his own yet oddly more powerful now than ever. They had protected their bloodlines well; so well that he did not even think the foolish children a threat to his power. How foolish was he to underestimate the two very men that had fought as his equals for several years. Noboru had warned him upon his death bed that to follow the path his master Ryuunosuke had taken would lead to flames and wrath even he could not ascertain.
How right his former mentor had been. Even as the flame licked at his insides and the demons drove ever near in their masses. Still he could hear the terrified screams of his closest friends' blood as they watch their beloved leaders be torn apart by the flames of their friend as his control was lost. Their silent mouths but screaming eyes would be forever burned into his moment as he met their gazes in terrified horror of his own actions. They knew this would happen; they had been prepared for so long yet not once had they said otherwise during their battle.
You are no god; they had said and indeed if ever he was a god it would have been of the worst breed. Darker even than the young man commanding the demons of hell to fall upon him; he would be more monster than man. To see all the havoc and terror he has caused and had a hand in laid out before him as he dies shatters his heart before even the demons can reach it to kill it off. He had blamed them; scorned them for leaving his side and no longer being his friends. That, if any, was his only childish fear remaining after so many years. He was a fool. His actions had destroyed their friendship. His unyielding quest for power and prestige had distanced himself from his friends and the man he had once been. They were right to hide their families from his manipulating hand.
He was no god…he was not even pure enough to be called a human in his own eyes. The blade in his hand was more humane than he. He had become a monster and he deeply regretted the pain he had inflicted on the two men that were very nearly brothers to him. "Forgive me my brothers…I have always been so selfish. I have always taken from you but never given in turn. I am a cruel monster not worthy enough of your friendship."
Just as the furious trio fall upon him he stares up at the sky nearly seeing their faces in the fumes of his own blaze and plunged the fires of his own zanpakuto deep into his chest. Screams of agony reach a fever pitch as an explosion races from his very soul and his flame condense upon themselves harming no one but himself. They muffle his screams and morph into horrible visions of those closest to him. His brothers, his mentors, his sister, his mother, and his one and only love all killed by his foolishness.