Disclaimers: i do not own anything from the manga/anime series, Bleach. this fanfic is written for entertainment purposes only.
Prologue:Silent Silver/Aftermath.
Italy, year 1801, 02:31 AM.
'Dreams, goals, ambitions. the once true to the heart are never easy to achieve, but are not impossible either as long as existing within reason. status, so-called fate/destiny and all other minor inconvenience have nothing to do with achieving them. what matter are: intellectual capacity, once own persona and fortitude, for the only true unmovable obstacles are once own self and... the truly inevitable.'
thru the memories of a man seemingly in his 30's, this quote was the first thing that came in while entering a small town on the Italian mountains. this quote had been said by a teacher to her students. most that heard it had disregard it mostly as naive thanks to the many backwards ideologies of the era, but one student had truly taken this quote at heart and consider it as a noble truth. now after 40 years that same student has returned to her home and birth place, Cataracta. he wasn't alone for around 15 people were following him, all covered in medieval European black cloaks and dressing similar to the man they followed with only exception that most of them wear masks, or had their faces covered by scarfs. 6 of them in plain sign while the other 9 were hiding around, staying under cover. it was a dark and raining midnight with the moonlight barely visible, a perfect time considering those visitors didn't wanted any attention on them. walking on the empty streets they were heading to one location close to the middle of the town. it wasn't to long before they could reach their current destination, and at that moment finally for the first time since they came to this town, one of the group members had spoken.
"so this is it? hmm... talk about a damn miserable view. even for a hospital feels like a graveyard."
"well, this town is in a terrible state economically and there is a plague too. to be fair it could have been far worse."
the leader responded calmly to his subordinate then proceeded to monologue silently.
"to think a person like you would spend her final days here, in such a miserable place. but still i can understand why here. JoAnn."
at this exact time into the forth floor of a hospital room, barely lightened by the only window in the room, 6 beds and 4 patience that seem in bad shape thanks to the plague, covered by dirty blankets. all of them sleeping expect for one. an elderly sickly woman laid on her bedroom contemplating her life, been that her end was close and having nothing more to do than to wait for she didn't expected anyone to come, even tho she could have one to be close with her at the elderly woman's final moments, she choice not to, for he's own safety. without having anything else to do the woman contemplated about what she was told of the afterlife from her fiance. the next life wouldn't be easy and it's never easy not because of god or hell, but because the next world is almost similar to the world she's on currently but with a few different sets of rules, feeling only some slight hints of disappointment knowing she wouldn't gain her beauty back, her once blonde like the sunshine hair, her's as humanly possible flawless face and her stern but beautiful voice. then again she wouldn't miss it by much for romance wasn't a great concern, what she truly loved was teaching and studying different languages and in some cases studying different fields of knowledge too. but soon JoAnn was interrupted from her thoughts seeing a shadowy figure coming closer, but before the woman could panic she heard a familiar voice.
"JoAnna Rizzon, don't be afraid! i have no ill intentions, so please do not disturb your roommates rest. they clearly need it."
the figure's features became abit more visible thanks to the little moonlight that came from the window. what the woman saw send shivers into her spine, it was a man that she haven't seeing for decades, someone very important from her past. his facial and physical appearance was that of a fit/athletic middle-aged man(between 25-30) and seemed to have mixed heritage of both European and Eastern/Japanese origin, his hair were light-blonde(same color with Kisuke Urahara's) emerald-green iris colored eyes, but their was something else, something wrong, his face seemed abit pale, his skin had a deadish color as if he was undead or something, his eyes had a fin taint of sickness as well. her attention was quickly shifted away towards the man, who in return give her a gentle smile and spoke again.
"it has been a long time, hasn't it. 40 years to be exact."
"that's... that's not possible, Lucien. how?!"
"normally i don't take kindly to be referred by that name, but you... I'm going to let you call me that."
"but how can this be? you haven't aged."
"ohh trust me, that's a long story of hard research that included some very rare and unique species of flowers, parasitic organism, few other more common substances and things that i already had in this body. not easy, but possible."
the woman remained speechless for a few seconds till she could master a respond, but how can she. a man that she knew from 40 years had barely aged and was still unnaturally young.
"so how has it been your life? i hope it was peaceful!"
"it was fine, i don't have anything to regret. you on the other hand don't seem so well."
"well i couldn't be peaky on this. this is the best result i could hope for, currently."
"you look like a corpse, Lucien!"
"really?... hah! i guess that explains some things then."
the man said in a sarcastic casual tone which reminded the woman of this man's old self.
'atleast you still haven't lost that whimsical attitude of yours, dear'
the man's expression changed again to a more sorrowful one, that of an apologetic one and after a few seconds he proceeded to speak.
"hmm. I'm sorry, I'm very sorry for this, all of this. you deserved better than that, if only i have chosen to cultivate what we had back then. then most likely you would have been a happier woman!"
JoAnn's expression immediately changed to that of annoyance if not borderline disgust and almost lost her temper.
"JUST STOP. their is no point to this, you made your choice!"
"i know but try to understand what's on stake here."
"and what's on stake? i know exactly what's on actual stake! i would never stand for this!"
this time it was the visitor's expression that started showing hints of annoyance but unlike the elderly woman he kept he's tone down while answering.
"i know you wouldn't, but someone has to or else... or else their will be no vindication for the lost, nor freedom!"
"vindication?... freedom? hah!"
her expression was that of mockery and pity towards him which didn't seem to effect him and kept silent so she could finish.
"try as much as you want but you can never justify this! what you're doing is nothing more than fulfilling a personal vendetta!"
"a 'vendetta'... really now? i thought your memory was still working, that or you must be jesting which if that's the case: I'm still disappointment."
"you wouldn't be the only one."
"i can see that. i hoped you could atleast try t*"
"I'm not just speaking for myself!"
the man lifted his left eyebrow after hearing that in surprise.
"is this what you think your father would want you to do?... to harm innocents people!"
after hearing this, he turned his gaze away towards the window and quietly said.
"no i guess he wouldn't... but i have to."
the man turned he's gaze back to the woman and patted her shoulder before continuing.
"but i guess i should expect that someone with such a noble soul as yourself wouldn't accept it. that their is no other way, or better their shouldn't be one!"
she tried to object, but the man still proceeded with his statements.
"also the word 'innocent' is quite an exaggeration, when we talk about a bunch of self-righteous murderers!... you must remember what they saw me as: a fluke worth of nothing than a sacrifice for the truly worthless and deluded kin of theirs!"
JoAnn did not miss the tone he had at the last parts, the venom those words had within them. her expression started becoming more pleading seemly reminded of the past when they had that same discussion, wanting stop him the only way she could.
"i beg of you stop this! if you go thru this you will lose your humanity, turn back now that it isn't to late, atleast for yo**"
"stop that! those spawns are not of any relation, they don't mean anything and that goes for her as well. he was wrong for sympathizing with their kin, he was wrong to love that mistake, but don't worry. i already corrected the past, almost."
this last part raised her eyebrow this time and send her in a ray of thoughts.
'What exactly does he mean by that? one can not erase the**... no, not this. Lucien... those disappearances, the Morgensterns, you... i was wrong, it's already to late. ohh god, don't let him find Nickola!'
"why are you here exactly?"
she asked while still seemly in her thoughts.
"to see you of course, dear... and to ask a question before cutting the last tie of my past"
the woman kept silent not out of fear, but from confusion. even if their was some way to stop him... maybe not in this world but on the next perhaps. thinking this give her some hope. sadly things are never that easy as she would realize soon.
"well as you must know, or at least have realized, in those 40 years i worked tirelessly on collecting knowledge, gaining influence too. so i can get abit closer and closer to my dream, but i haven't forgotten you at that time for you see, i had people to keep a close eye on you, to make sure that you won't leak any undesirable information to my foes."
the woman didn't show even the slightest hint of surprise to this. essentially confirming he's suspicion that she had some awareness of this.
"you didn't make it easy that for sure, especially the first 3 years while hiding among them."
the man calmly put he's left palm on her shoulder again and brought he's face closer to hers and was about to ask only to be interrupted by the elderly woman herself, annoyed by his action not just from the lack of personal space, but by this gesture of mistrust. even tho she answered anyways on what she thought he would ask.
"checking my pulse to be sure, yes of course i did like every sane person would, but you can guess how it went"
"they didn't believe you. heh! did you really expect such arrogant parasites to hid your warnings?"
"at the first year i choice to remain silent, but i realized you would do something irredeemable if i stood quite. they could not believe that one of their own could possibly have such twisted belief, or just didn't realize how dangerous you can be but the few that did. told me to stay as far way from you as possible, cause you were unstable!"
"oh my really? how sanctimonious of them, as always keeping a blind eye on what kind of monsters they're. i think that's enough, let's get to the actual question."
she started feeling bits of anguish, hoping he wouldn't ask about that. but reality wouldn't have it so easy on her.
"do remember of your good friend, George Berci?"
she tried to hide the sense of dread she felt after hearing that name, but to no avail.
"I guess you do. considering your heart rate here!"
she was infuriated after hearing this, the whimsical tone he was using and the thought of what he did to him. in retaliation she pushed his hand away from her shoulder and asked in a loud tone.
"was he not the same as you?"
"and I give him a chance to follow me like some others did, and he declined so you know what came next but that's not the point here. what i want to know is why such secrecy?... as you must know i did not just destroy those houses, making sure that information will be collected, and i have found something strange in the early places you hid, even tho i had placed trustworthy eyes, i still missed II some details. i tried to uncover those details but to no luck! so would you be so kind to tell me what is this big secret of yours? i mean you must have heard. 'their are no secrets that time does not reveal'"
"it's not a treat to you, but i will never tell you about it."
"the word 'Never' is quite absolute don't you think. if it's not a treat then why won't you tell me?"
before the elderly woman could come up with a retort she saw another shadowy figure standing at the door, and she was not the only one that notices it. the figure quickly moved towards the man and whispered something to his ear. the only thing she could make out of the figure was that it belonged to a muscular man. not surprising considering how little light was coming from the window.
"hmm! it seems like our time is over. any longer and i ran the risk of bringing unwanted attention towards me... so it seems i will let you keep that secret as... a last request."
the man pulled a syringe out of his pocket which was fueled with what it seemed as water to the naked eye, or to be more precise, to the non-spiritual aware eye for this water-like substance was glowing a indigo-colored light. the man grabbed her arm and proceeded to do the injection. she thought of yelling, but that idea left her by the realization that no nurse could help her in this situation. not that she was in any real danger. that serum job was not to end her life, that part will be left to someone else.
"don't worry this won't kill you or effect your already in a critical state health, this medicine III was designed to only interact with your soul. it's effects will activate at a very specific event after your death, which is Konso(Soul Burial) "
after emptying the syringe he put it back to his pocket and proceeded explaining the effects of the serum.
"you already know what comes next, you will end up in Soul Society and the rest will be up to you! but this serum will make a little change to this process which will be the memory loss of 70% of your life as a human and replace it with memories that belonged to someone else. intriguing isn't it? it is actually quite a recent invention, the name of this serum is IX,Mnemosyne,Doris. or 9,M,D for short. so now you don't have to worry about anyone learning this secret of yours and I don't have to worry about you ruffianing my ideas to anyone in Soul society... that isn't open-minded enough to get it. or worst."
the woman had a hard time to process what has been told to her. even tho it was quite simple. she didn't want to believe that her last hope was no more. she couldn't do anything to stop him if what he said is true, it all ends with her. she tried desperately to think of something but to no avail. the man started walking away but before exiting the room he looked at the figure standing beside him and whispered something, JoAnn even tho not hearing them was already aware what he was ordering him to do. after he finished, the man turned his gaze towards the woman to bid her a final farewell for everything they had once.
"I'm truly apologetic for the way things have to end. but their is no other way sadly. believe me, everything from back then was true for me as it was for you. farewell, JoAnn Rizzon!"
after the man left the room, the woman proceeded to start praying to any hier power for protection, but not for hers. no it was for someone else dear to her. the other man was still in the room and after a minute he took out his sword while approaching her till he was directly above her and she could see him clearly. their was no sadistic joy or a cold-blooded expression on the man's face. no, his expression was the same with the other man's, which was an apologetic one. JoAnna wasn't holding any grudge towards him, her expression said that much. their was no need of words for understanding. what followed next was the sound of a sword slicing thru flesh and of blood and gore been spilled, traveling thru the corridors of the 4th floor.
outside the hospital, the 14 cloaked figures were still waiting for the their leader to come out while taking cover from the rain that seemed to calm down. it has taken several minutes and they were running out of time considering the warning given to them few minutes ago. one has already entered the hospital to inform their leader, but none of them had come out yet making the group abit skeptic about getting in to check, but choice to be patient... expect for one who was getting impatient since the leader went in.
"how long does the boss intend to waste time in that damn graveyard! I don't know about you guys, but I would rather to start moving!"
"quite down Oarburgn! only 15 minutes have passed at most."
a feminine voice responded to the punkish one. Oarburgn was pretty much viewed and treated as the hot-blooded idiot of the group, that also had the weird habit of adding the word 'damn' in everything he pretty much spoke about. at that point it was a meme to them.
"normally something like this would be less than 5, but damn! he had to be sentimental about it!"
"jeez. why our lord took someone like you under the Silver Ring, will always be beyond me!"
"the reason why I was taken in is cause I get the damn job done right!"
"silencing her is not the only reason that our lord is passing by here."
"ohh come on. don't tell you actually believe that, that an old hug that's on death's door knows something that could endanger a brotherhood/organization that existed for almost 7 damn centuries! he could also have send someone of lower rank for this."
his comments started to draw the attention of the rest of the group the louder he become, and not only cause of the disrespect, but also he's risking to draw attention from the rest around this block including the hospital. a last attempt was made to calm him down, by one of the members that liked him the least, infact.
"calm down, Oarburgn. those were he's order, and he knows exactly what he does."
"ohh! he obviously does, damn I tried to convince him not to waste time on sentimental things, but nope we're so close to find 'Purgatorium' and he wants as to wait here! well sorry that I don't intend to follow any single order without a question. that's your race's 'slave' mentality, not mine!"
the last part oozed the most considering the little black/brown skin-color that was visible and he's African-native accent. it was obvious what he was aiming at. the man started walking towards Oarburgn, regretting his previous action and pulled a knife made of stone.
"now that's funny, coming from a inbred of a bastard bloodline!"
"who did you just call an inbred, you damn Fullbring savage!"
Oarburgn pulled a silver cross out of his pocket underneath the cloak, reishi started to gather around him.
"don't think that your cowardly tricks will protect you. i have killed your kind before"
the stone knife started glowing a greenish light and soon the reishi around him started to twist.
"get in the damn line. every single person here has done that, including me, it's as easy as killing your kind. nothing special!"
the last part he said with a glee of enthusiasm on his tone and even tho Oarburgn's lower face was covered, the twisted grin he was making was almost visible thru the scarf. the other man's respond to this was nothing but a intense stare that was giving off a killing intend.
"ohh don't worry. i'm going to do something far worse than ending your life."
both their weapons were changing strangely to what would be usually expected from a Quincy and Fullbringer. Oarburgn's hexagram was changing into bow as expected, but then the man at a blinding speed brought he's palm and crushed the reishi construct, shaping it into something different, and soon underneath he's cloak some of the clothes started to glow a light-blueish color, all the remains have gathered together within his palms, while small plates of shining armor were revealed within the cloak. the once that haven't see him fight thought he would form swords. well they weren't completely out of mark. the Fullbringer's knife was growing, shapeshifting and releasing wood-like vines, that covered his body and his hands shaping into large sharp blades, the vines had starring to fuse into his body, going thru he's clothes. the distortion was increasing and in almost perfect synchrony with his opponent shouted the name of his power. the rest of the group were ready to take them down before making a scene, but at that moment only 2 voices were heard in the entire block.
"SAKRALE PEITSCHENKLINGEN(Sacred/Sacral Whip blades)"
"Drive Him Mad, MBWIRI"
"THAT'S GONNA BE ENOUGH, GENTLEMEN!"
their leader's shouting put both of them on a stop from what they were about to do and not just them, other members of the group were intending to keep things quite. in one way or another for if they were that easy to provoke and start fights they may as well be better off without them. cut the loses as they say. someone like, Oarburgn wouldn't be missed by most. the leader gazed towards the one that was closer to them with a neutral expression, the spiritual energy that those 2 released was enough to blow her hood away revealing a beautiful set of crimson-red hair and abit more of her face.
"forgive me lord, I was the one closer so I should be the one to hold them down!"
"ahhh! and i'm sure you would have succeeded, but really, do we must give our foes such an advantage?... i can already guess who's the one that started it, Zullu, i expected better than this."
afterwards he's gaze was turned towards Oarburgn, and it was one of disdain already guessing if not knowing who provoked this fight. which while not showing it he didn't took it very well. like the rest he held loyalty towards him as such choosing not to retaliate verbally. the leader then looked at the red-hair again and spoke.
"it's alright, Orlean, don't take it to heart."
he's eyes were turned at the hospital, where the same man that interrupted him few minute earlier in that room was bowing to him. now that the rain and the clouds had nearly subsided and cleared from the sky, all of he's features were visible, including the fact that he was a Shinigami thanks to the moonlight.
dark/brown hair cut average, light-blue eyes but with dark-grey scleras, European in origin and a visibly tall well muscle-build body.
"Reinhardt, it seems you finished, I hope you followed my orders to the letter."
"as quick and painless as possible. yes it has been done."
"excellent, now report to everyone here about the issue at hand."
"of course sir, it seems that the 12 Squad's scientific department and Central46 has indeed started taking notice of the circle's movements, or to be more precise some of our most vocal campaigns. they have send 15 Onmitsukido members and slowly started trucking your movement as well, sir."
"i see, then i guess their is no other way, Reinhardt, you will have to be strong."
the Shinigami nodded with understanding of why.
"I shall distruct them so you may continue, sir."
"master, if it's just a few stealth force members, then their won't be any trouble for as to deal with them."
the tallest and muscle-build/heavy looking of the group(which was around as tall as Yammy Liargo in his first appearance) in size spoke with a heavy almost monstrous voice, trying to help a Shinigami that he considered as both an asset and a good friend, someone who didn't looked at his size or deformities, but as a comrade. sadly that would not change anything.
"didn't you hear as, Smaug? the priority is to not draw any suspicion. we can't have Soul Society discovering as now, it's 2 centuries to early for that. if, Reinhardt get captured, it's high possibility that he will be imprisoned into the, Ujimushi no Su, meaning their is a possibility of rescue."
immediately, Oarburgn asked the man with a small hints of pity.
"the 'Nest of Maggots'... sir, won't be that abit to risky for he's sanity?! to stay in that damn place!"
"that's why i told him, 'you have to be strong' i believe in his fortitude, he will endure!"
no more objections could be made after that. considering that Reinhardt himself wasn't objecting at all and he seemed fine with this unsurprisingly when knowing his family's background, the debt of the Tiberns which he was willing to pay even with he's life. why should they disrespect his dedication/wish? the group was prepared to leave for the ruins and Reinhardt Tibern, was making preparations to lure the Onmitsukido to the opposite direction of his master's objectives. but before the group could depart the leader give a quick order to the second-only female member among them.
"it seems like he will not be able to do it now... Midia. send a message into Seiretei for me and make sure that, Yagari is the one that gets it... understood"
the woman just nodded while writing the message on a piece of paper. which she proceeded to burn it after chanting some sort of incantations.
"good, let's hope your spell reaches him soon. the last thing I need is them becoming more suspicious and in turn alerting the Shepard and his lambs. now back on our original objective: Purgatorium!"
and with that the group disappeared into the night the same way they appeared, without a trace just like that, lost between the many other events/details in history that remain forgotten in time, waiting to be re-discovered even tho potentially that could never happen. not because those details are to complicated, but because most individuals don't care to bother with those small details. that's exactly were great planners usually count on, till the time comes when secrecy won't be necessarily anymore and when that time comes. it'll be already to late for their adversaries to do anything to stop them, but the Gotel13 is not an easy opponent and this man understood that far to well. that's why he held respect towards them after all, for what they stood for, for what they were, the honorable ideas and dreams that have formed the Court Guard... but they were still flawed like all things in this world, this's why he deeply wishes to become it's guide. but as they say 'the devil is in the details, and those details of how they should do it, is the reason why he will be called that by both sides, and he's honorable ideas, even tho that statement is quite debatable in the grand scheme of things are never that simple. for the soul society this man envision will be... how to say it?... quite unique from most others paths it could take.
'A mighty impure Serpent has appeared in the horizon, awaken from the injustice that drove it forward with malice, and it's many mouths have grown gluttonous for it's eyes have been set for the heavens themselves! it won't be long before its reach will touch the throne, then a new order shall be re-born. both as lord of souls and as lord of death, to stand eternal as the circle of separation itself or to be broken by it's own Anti-Thesis!'
Soul Society, year 2007, 13:51 PM.
morning-noon and the Rukongai was in a state of unrest thanks to the situation the Shinigamis were facing. 31 days ago the Vandereich had revealed it's existence to the world, declaring war to the Gotel13 and to every Spirit that hasn't swore loyalty to the Quincy emperor. normally something like that wouldn't be enough to cause wide-spread panic, something that as long as the CourtGuards are factional would be suppressed anyways. no, what caused this unrest on both commoner and noble souls is the fact that the Quincys were successful at their first invasion 24 days ago, by wiping out 1/3 of the low and mid-ranking Shinigamis as well as killing few seated high-rank officers and Lieutenants, but most importantly, 3 Captains lost their lives included the Commander himself, the head of the Kuchiki clan and the first candidate for taking the position of Captain Commander, Shishui Kyoraku. luckily the second candidate, Jushiro Ukitake was unharmed and in short the Central46 has officially announced him as the new Head-Captain of the Gotel on which till now he works tirelessly to aid on the upcoming invasion and started by appointing 2 new captains that he found worthy of the title. fortunately Jushiro's health issues were stabilized as well at the time be. sadly that didn't ease the majority of the Shinigami's worries.
things have gone silent within those weeks, there was no sign of their movements at all, and some of the strange phenomenons happening during that time in both the world of the living and to the Gotel13 itself wasn't helpful much. but that didn't mean they didn't appreciate the time they got to prepare and for more aid to come. the return of Rukia Kuchiki, Renji Abarai and Kenpachi Zaraki from their few days training on the Royal Palace, and they weren't alone for the Zero Squad had send some of their forces realizing the danger the Quincys and especially their leader possed, the founder of SRDI Kisuke Urahara has also returned to aid Soul Society once more, receiving amnesty from his previous crimes thanks to the Zero Squad's and Ukitake's word. and that wasn't the end of the good news. the Shihois and the other Noble houses chose to help, either by founding and offering resources to entering this personally. Isshin of the Shiba clan has joined the effort for personal reasons, the rest of the Visards have also returned to aid their friends and leader(Shinji), and other allies of the Gotel(or at least to some particular individuals) all under the common goal to protect the world they know by stopping the rise of a new tyranny. if only they knew that things would take a far different turn of events than they could ever hope to predict. and it was starring at that moment while the sirens could be heard ringing from the underground labs of SRDI"
"what a... what is with the radars, do you get the same reading?"
"yes, it seems like something has breached into Seiretei, quickly inform the third seat of this."
"hmm! it seem to be effecting 2 parts of the Seiretei, one at the outskirts of the Sekkiseki field, while the other is... right close at the middle."
"shit, the middle of what?!"
"is. is this the Vandereich's doing?"
"no way. captain Kurotsuchi's mechanisms would have activated the moment it would have picked up disturbance within the reishi particle's flows."
"of the Seiterei, right infront the 1th Division."
"wasn't that mostly theoretical tho?"
"so all this wasting our time modifying this place was for darn nothing!"
"are the defense still intact!"
"good to know that my eyes were damaged by all this lighting for nothing, thanks to our dear unstable Captain!"
"... you must be new here if you think that's the worst, Retro."
"it seem so, the defenses are well."
"... yap, hope that he doesn't hear that, R'Ryno."
"maybe it was high-jacket?"
"send a message to our 5 sector... to make sure that the weapon is intact you moron!"
"how? if the captain's and Urahara's theory about their location were correct we would have known first hand of any of their attempts of movements on Seiretei's soil if not the entirety o*"
"that doesn't matter now, were dahell is Akon, anyone!"
voices of the researchers could be heard one half working and trying to relate the situation while the other half tried to make sense of this, but this wouldn't last long.
"CALM DOWN EVERYONE! it's not just as, every surveillance sensors have picked that up. the 3th seat and the rest of the hier ups are most likely already informed."
a female researcher, Torue informed the rest of the researchers with some been on the verge of panicking, while the others were still debating on the situation and trying to assets it. but it was already to late to warn the rest of the divisions considering the disturbance was already visible to the first division headquarters, which a Captain's gathering was already taking place. truly they were the first to see the shadows covering part of the Seiretei.
12 minutes later.
after the shadows disintegrated the Shinigamis made their move on investigating, which lead them inside into an icy fortress that seemed in a bad state. it wouldn't be long till they come across one of the driving forces, and a risky proposition of change which was located deep into a large room that was barely illuminated by the cracks on the walls and from a collapsed balcony that once showcased the view of a monument of arrogant ambition... the light came mostly from a hole up to the ceiling tho. the floors were dirty and stained with all manner of dirt, any symbol and objects this room once had were burned to an unrecognisable state, the gates/doors of this once great room were in a horrible state as well seemnly ready to collapse with the slightest disturbance, almost like an invitation to be breached by any that desired to. for as now it had only one person alive residing in this place, sitting on what seemed to be a white throne in a terrible condition as well.
the attire of this figure was black with little abit of yellow/gold colors into the mix, it was a militaristic uniform which was covered with armor plating of silver color, not to large or to thick tho, it looked similar to some of the uniforms the Sternitters wore, but with few more adds of cloaked clothing and armor(something very similar to what a sith lord like Darth Revan would wear) with 3 insignias/symbols that showed status, rank and allegiance. from a far only 2 were most visible, a tribal-styled drawn 2 headed dragon with few details/different marks and writing on it, while the other was of a 10 pointed star with 10 symbols carved on each point hardly visible. which was the one the hooded figure proceeded to wipe clean from the dust that fail on it, not surprising considering the condition this room was. to think this shadowry room was once a throne room that belonged to a great king, patriarch, and champion of his people, but not anymore. a sign to behold of which the figure and lord of necessity truly; appreciate... the hooded figure was sitting without paying any mind to anything, waiting patiently for the now intruders to reach this point of location... he would not wait for long.
"YOU THEIR, ALT!"
"CAPTAIN, WE HAVE FOUND SOMEONE... finally."
they all hurried towards the throne-room, and Rukia was the first to enter and draw her Zampakuto, which was followed by Yumichika and then by the rest that gathered their. in few seconds the figure was surrounded by all sides, but they still kept a good safe distance from him... what came next was completely unexpected, Renji and Rukia both know, or atleast hoped they would find him, but not like this, and the reveal that came shocked them the most... and that was only the start of things to come.
"well, that's a warm welcome... quite nostalgic isn't it? Renji. Rukia."
End of Prologue.
well this is it, my first story(and second attempt) so i hope you enjoy it or atleast found it interesting to follow till the good parts come. i intend this story go for 40 between to 50 chapters long.
Trivia: Mbwiri is a demon from central African folk-lore.
WARNING!: my punctuation ain't the best and some grammar mistakes may happen, which i will try hard not to make any, but can't say 100% their won't be. so if you can't tolerate such small flaws you have been warned. also "Writer's Block" is a problem too for me dealing, so some chapters may take a while.
reviews would be appreciated; again thanks for reading and have a good day or night whenever you're, bye!.