This is a crossover of Bleach and Darksiders, I do not own either Bleach or Darksiders all rights go to Tite Kubo, Vigil and THQ.

The events in my story take place in an Alternative Universe some things will diverge from canon, it is the Gotei 14 not 13 and Ichigo and his family now reside in the Soul Society. The current time period is set after the Thousand Year Blood War arc with the Quincies defeated and Yhwach killed by Ichigo It will also take place at the beginning of Darksiders.

Also Yamamoto and Retsu will still be alive, Yamamoto having only been severely injured and out of the remainder of the war. Ichigo shows up in the Soul Society to prevent Yhwach from cutting Yamamoto in half. Seriously I cried when Yamamoto-dono died.

This will be a mainly Ichigo and Uriel centric story.

Also I must warn you I have not finished the whole/latest volumes of the TYBW arc manga, so if some things are a little off I apologise.


Lore

Since the dawn of time, the armies of Heaven and Hell have waged an endless war. Drawn to the conflict was the Charred Council, an entity bound by ancient laws to preserve order and balance. It held that any great power, unchecked, threatened the very fabric of the universe.

Amid the turmoil, the first humans emerged. The Council foretold that these weak, but cunning creatures would someday be integral to the Balance of power between the kingdoms not knowing they already played a major part in the balance of souls. Thus a third kingdom was named the Kingdom of Man.

In time, Heaven and Hell came to honour the Council and its laws, for none were beyond the swift and terrible justice of the Council's enforcers a fearsome brotherhood known as the Four Horsemen.

At least that is what many perceived to be true, but lies hidden within false truth In hopes of preserving their iron rule over the realms were forged, in truth a very secretive race of beings existed that not only did not bend to the will of the Charred Council they also could not be humbled by the Four Horsemen for their warriors were far more fearsome.

By order of the Council, a truce was forged between Heaven and Hell. The great pact was bound by Seven Seals, to be broken at the appointed time when Man's kingdom stood ready for the Endwar a battle that would bring balance, and determine the ultimate fate of the three kingdoms.

The secretive race respected this pact as it correlated with there own duty, but they still would not cow down to the Council's authority and the Council could not make them.

They answered only to their creator, 'Thee Creator' the maker of all realms and a deity of sorts. He who created Heaven, Hell and Earth, and the Old Ones. The one that almost every being in Creation acknowledges in some way: The Angels revere Him, some Demons scorn Him, and the Charred Council claims to have been charged by the Creator with maintaining balance of power between the realms. It is said that the Creator spoke to his creations in the distant past, but has long since fallen silent. To the secretive beings he is the 'Soul King' and his voice still reaches their ears.

The fourth and hidden kingdom, The Kingdom of Souls.

Simply known as the Shinigami or in common tongue Death Gods. Beings of vast power that wore black robes, wielded powerful swords and strange spiritual magic, they could move faster than an Ortho could fly and strike stronger than a Trauma with the same furiosity, given the duty by the creator to protect the kingdom of Man until they stood ready for the Endwar and maintain the balance between souls. Unyielding creatures born for conflict, their dark presence on the battlefield alone could break the will of the most zealous Angel and make the most frightful Demon cower, especially those wearing white.

Most of the realms perceived the Shinigami these so called 'protectors of Man' to be nothing but legend, a mere story created by the Council to scare children, Angel and Demon alike to keep their hatred of each other in check and preventing them from waging the Endwar prematurely upon the lands of the third kingdom, the Shinigami were the realms bogeymen so to speak.

But Heaven and Hell knew the truth for they had caught glimpses of the legends in flesh. Black robed warriors were seen as they wandered through the third kingdom in silence, going unnoticed by the Humans while slaying grotesque white masked creatures with holes upon their person, and only to vanish shortly after. They witnessed fragments of their power for even they could not fully hide two wars that were waged in such quick succession of each other, they knew the Charred Council held no power over them. And they dared not confront them so they let the seemingly neutral being be, especially after seeing a glimpse of their power within a barrier hidden city, a city consumed in pillars of fire, dark storms of ice, tornadoes of water and arcs of great yellow lightning, while armoured giants lumbered through broken streets crushing buildings under their feet. (AN: For those that haven't guessed by now: Battle of Fake Karakura, Yamamoto's Ennetsu Jigoku, Tōshirō's Tensō Jūrin and Hyōten Hyakkasō, Harribel's Cascada, Aizen's Hadō No: 63 Raikōhō and Komamura's Bankai)

And now in the year 2036 a certain Archangel was about to bring about events that would shake the realms for eternity, doom a species and turn a race from neutrality to hostility. All because of acrimony he would commence Armageddon thousands of years prematurely.

Abaddon.

His hatred for demonkind was fierce and he was less than content with the treaties of the Charred Council, a view that put him out of favour with the majority of the angels. Described as being the greatest warrior Heaven has ever produced.

And soon greatest traitor.

To draw out Hell's champions, his plan was to break all of the Seals save the last to summon the demons to battle but prevent the Four Horsemen from interfering. After gathering fellow conspirators Azrael and Ulthane he broke the Seals with the Armageddon Blade, the Maker Ulthane reforged them, destroying the evidence against the conspiracy. Therefore allowing the angels to launch a pre-emptive strike against the forces of Hell and claim that the demons had been the ones to break the truce. When they had done this, Abaddon led the Hellguard to Earth to fight against the demons, and found to his shock that the demons were far more prepared than he had anticipated.

And now with the Angels and Demons at a stalemate and the realm of Man in chaos, a far darker shadow looms over Abaddon, with contradictory promises upon it's lips, for it brings an offer of salvation and condemnation.

Salvation for the souls of Humanity, robbed of their lives by an 'Angel's' rashness.

And

Condemnation for those that broke the pact and threatened Humanity's extinction.

Millions of black robes flutter in the winds of the third realm's skies and gleams of dancing light as blades are drawn.

A dark presence descends upon the Kingdom of Man, Angel eyes widen and Demon bodies tense as a name that is synonymous with fear to both beings pass their lips.

Shinigami.


Year 2036,
The realm of Man,
Human City,

Armageddon

It was seemingly the start to a normal day for the people within the city, the sky was clear of pesky clouds allowing the sun to shine in all it's glory with out worry of interference. Those below basked in the warm rays it offered as many started their daily routines heading to work, sending children to school and meeting friends, no one knew that today would be the day that the great prophecy came true. Until that is, one turned on the t.v or headed outside to the main square of the city and watch the news upon the news boards.

Meteor cluster hits the Earth.

The streets were gridlocked as cars and other vehicles became stagnant as people swarmed the streets to look at the news board, worried and angry voices filled the plaza along with the occasional 'beep' of an impatient driver's horn and the sound of news helicopters above, some drivers getting out of their vehicles and looking up to the news board to see what all the commotion was about only to stare wide eyed at what they saw.

Upon the board a map of the United States could be seen in blue with countless red ripple like points dotted all over the map, indicating meteor impact zones. The voices of the people down below grew louder and more panicked as trepidation creeped it's way into their hearts as they began to question what was going on.

The sky above grew dark and overcast as the sun was blocked and the image on the board changed to an image from a news helicopter showing another part of the city, a bridge over water connecting to the city border, and within the skies, balls of fire rained down from the heavens, the voices of the people grew more fanatic.

BOOM!

The news board was suddenly hit and ignited into a ball of flames sending fire and chunks of the building it was attached to across the nearby area, smashing into buildings, crushing cars and anyone unfortunate enough to be standing below the news board.

Looking up to the now grey sky one could see dozens of balls of fiery death hurtling to the ground at a terrifying speed, smaller spats of flames shedding from their bodies as tails of caliginous smoke followed behind them.

Seeing this the people in the streets below screamed in terror as a meteor sailed directly over their heads and crashed in the plaza leaving an earth shattering explosion in it's wake that sent vicious winds in every direction, the ground beneath acted like liquid at the time of impact as a great ripple shot out from ground zero, uprooting chunks of the street and sidewalk and sending them into the air along with cars and people, windows shattered and buildings crumpled as their foundations gave way, the noise of all this drowning out the screams of the people below.

Similar events happened all across the city, halting any and all thoughts of normalcy for today's proceedings in the minds of every soul within the city.

In the wake of the explosions of fire and clouds of dust, giant craters were all that remained of the once pristine street, around them lay crumpled buildings and masses of debris that once used to be part of said buildings and the street itself. Over turned cars were scattered everywhere along with the unmoving bodies of the less fortunate.

It was deathly silent as ash and dust filled the air, a deep contrast to the ear splitting boom prior.

Those that survived the initial impact started to crawl and limp out from the hiding places in shops, subway entrances and pieces of rubble among other things, the more injured ones leaning against destroyed cars for support. Those that were able and brave enough made their way ever so cautiously to the edge of the still smouldering craters, many muttering to each other nervously as others seemed to be in a frightened daze, they simply gazed down at it once they reached it's edges as nothing happened for several moments, it was filled with what looked like gravel most likely the remains of the street after being pulverized under the weight and pressure of what smashed into it, parts still glowed like embers showing that small fires were still alive underneath.

The gravel suddenly moved with a crunching sound and small specks of flames and heat escaped from their confines to ascend in the air, those above stepped back a little with a startled gasp but kept their eyes locked on the crater.

It moved again only this time it seemed as if something was pushing it's way up from beneath it, more specks of flames and heat rose into the air as the gravel rose upwards, what ever it was that was breaking it's way through was enormous in human standards, people began to back away once again and soon it came into view.

Two things came from the crater, pieces of gravel acting like droplets of water as they slid from the their moving forms.

One was a colossal beast easily bigger than the length of two cars, it had rough light brown skin and was a mass of muscle with large claws on each of it's hands (Trauma). One of said claws held the other being within it, much smaller than the Trauma and being a stark contrast to it, the being was of a humanoid shape and wore bright gold and steel decorated armour, a pair of slightly armoured pure white wings stretched from it's back (Light Angel) The angel let out a pained gasp as it held out it arm to the Trauma's face in a moment of dying defiance, he eventually dropped his arm to his side and let out a breath of air as life left him.

The Trauma then turned to the terrified people on the edges of the crater, the now limp Angel still in it's right clawed hand dangled lifelessly. When it had fully turned to the petrified humans it finally threw the angel to it's right letting it's body collide and smash through the wall of an apartment block sending dust and stone everywhere. The demon gave a blood curdling roar to which the people screamed and ran trying to put as much distance as they could between them and the Demon. The Trauma in response then charged at the humans, swiping and cleaving at anything and everything as the ground beneath it broke and debris was sent in all directions, many people falling victim to it's gigantic claws.

Smashing it's claws to the ground the Trauma made a car to it's right side explode, people were lifted off their feet with startled screams onto their backs and fronts from the force of the explosion as fire and smoke flooded the area.

In the dazed wake the next act of inhumane terror began.

Two small clawed hands then grabbed hold of the wreckage of the car and pulled themselves on top of it to reveal a human sized hound like Demon with the same brown coloured skin and vicious teeth made for tearing flesh, it had a multitude of glowing red vertical slit shaped eyes and had large shoulders and a prominent spine that glowed red in parts (Minion)

The Minion then pounced from it's perch on the side toppled car with a ferocious scream to the downed form of a human as many of it's kin came racing from the other side of the car past the Trauma to chase down other pray, leaping over cars and debris they pounced on to the backs of running and screaming humans.

The surviving humans ran into a destroyed bus, seeking refuge from the demons outside, the Minions simply surrounded one side of the bus snarling as they did so, but none moved forward, the reason why became apparent moments later as the bus shook and creaked, the humans inside screaming as it did so, the bus was then lifted into the air by a pare of giant clawed hands, the Trauma, it held it above it's head and roared baring it's menacing teeth.

It's trophy baring soon sort lived.

A flash of light to the Trauma's right then caught it's attention as a human size meteor crashed behind it, the small explosion making it stumble and loose grip of the bus sending it crashing to the ground, no screams came from the bus, only silence.

All the Demons turned to face the impact zone of the small meteor, it was filled with smoke that bellowed into the air and orange glowing embers crackled with it, after the smoke began to clear a kneeling figure holding on to a gigantic sword embedded into the ground could be seen, the figure was large even when kneeling, he judging by it's form, wore large bulky steel coloured armour, his left gauntlet was much larger then his right, he wore some form of red robe and hood on the top half of his body, the hood part had gold lining around it and cast a shadow on the top half of his face where a red rune on his forehead and glowing white eyes could be seen, two locks of white hair fell out of his hood and rested upon his chest.

An aura of purpose and order around him.

One of the Four Horsemen.

War.


Same Time,
Soul Society,
Seireitei

Peace and tranquillity, the Seireitei was the epitome of those very words, to look at it now no one would have the slightest inkling suspicion that only a short 20 years ago it was filled with fire, rubble and death, as black and white clashed as a war from a millennia ago was retold, from the lips of the old to the ears of the young the Shinigami and Quincy recomposed a war, their quills taking the form of blades and bows as they wrote with blood red ink.

The once pained grey sky that cried at such a meaningless loss of life, now replaced with a stunning ocean of blue, void of white and grey allowing the golden glare of the Sun to look to down upon her domain with something akin to a warm motherly smile.

Her light reached all, illuminating the white stone, orange tile, brown wood and green flora below her, her warm rays draping themselves tenderly over the souls within the maze like streets and division courtyards, fighting away the sharp bite that any bellow of gelid wind may offer, like a mother shielding their child.

The sound of morning cicada's filled the air along with the sweet songs of the morning birds as they danced in the air, offering a ballet to those below.

Within the many courts of the Gotei 14 those Shinigami off duty took advantage of the serine weather and soothing atmosphere, within the 13th's enclave of the Seireitei two senior Shinigami Captains could be seen just outside the Ugendō Quarters as they gazed out at the azure water around them and the stolen red and orange Kuchiki Koi (Blame Yachiru) within the life giving liquid. One sat cross legged with his back straight and hands within his lap, said hands held a cup of steaming freshly pored jasmine tea, a teapot sat on his left and in between the two Captains was two plates, one held a collection of Mitarashi Dango and the other Senbei (AN: Sweet skewered dumplings with sweet soy sauce glaze and Rice crackers). The other Captain lay on his side with one arm propping up his head while the other held a saucer of sake to his lips, around him sat three jars of sake, two unopened.

The cross legged Captain wore the standard black Shinigami shihakusho with a white long sleeved haori over it, a black diamond with 十三 at it's centre decorated the haori's back. He had long snow white hair, deep brown eyes that were filled with kindness, a stray white pointed bang lay across his features. His face was set in a kind smile as he looked to the chuckling figure to his right while bringing both hands up to take a sip of his tea.

The lazier of the two Captains wore much the same as the other only he wore a bright pink floral patterned kimono draped over his shoulders covering his white haori, he had sharp features with high cheekbones, grey mischievous eyes and long wavy brown hair and thin facial hair around his mouth and on his cheeks. His hair is tied in a long ponytail and had a long wavy bang that framed the left side of his face. He also has a noticeable amount of body hair on his chest, feet, and arms. A Sugegasa straw hat upon his head finished his look.

Captains Jūshirō Ukitake and Shunsui Kyōraku of the 13th and 8th.

After taking a sip of sake Shunsui lowered his saucer to the wooden floor, his lips moved as he spoke and then finished in a grin as he moved to take a stick of Dango from the plate, Jūshirō chuckled to whatever his long time friend said, his smile holding while he once again brought his own cup back to his lips.

Leaving the two friends to enjoy their peace one would notice similar events within the other courts, specifically within the gardens of the 4th as both Captain and Lieutenant sat on the wooden veranda the shoji doors behind them open revealing the Captains living quarters. Both Captain and Lieutenant were looking out to the flourishing blue Nemophila flowers in the beds to the right of the garden, to the left a small aqua blue lake sat that held many beautiful pink Lotus flowers upon it's water top, they drifted gracefully in the water as the light breeze pushed them along, their petals acting as sails, to the side of the lake sat a single pink Sakura tree in full bloom a small white bench placed near it's trunk, every so often a mild gust of wild would sway the tree's branches resulting in groups of little Sakura petals to leave their mother and dance in the air where they would soon found purchase on the blue lake top, vibrant green grass and some on the white stone path that led from the tree to the veranda where the Captain and Lieutenant sat.

The Captain was a beautiful woman her hair was long and was the embodiment of night worn in a long front facing braid, her face was youthful and kind, she had deep blue motherly eyes and a small smile graced her lips. She much like Jūshirō, wore the standard black Shinigami shihakusho with a white long sleeved haori over it, the Gotei symbol upon it's back held 四 at it's centre. She also held a cup within her small delicate hands, albeit only half empty... or was it half full? Never the less she would occasionally glance from the mosaic colours of the 4th's gardens to her tall Lieutenant that sat to her left, offering her a kind smile and soft words.

The Lieutenant was just as beautiful, taller than most women with delicate shy grey eyes and short messy silver hair with strands on the right side of her face that are shoulder-length and styled as two thin braids. She wears a thin dangling red earring on each ear and a standard Shinigami shihakusho uniform with her lieutenant badge on her left arm. Unlike her Captain she held a thick collection files and paper work within her hands, her shy eyes skimming over what was written before her while pointing out any anomalies in the medical records to her Captain. To her left was stacks of seemingly finished medical records much like the ones currently within her hands, soon her inquisition of the records came to a conclusion and she placed the files and paper work with the rest of there kin on the wooden floor to her left.

Captain Retsu Unohana and Lieutenant Isane Kotetsu of the 4th.

Isane then proceeded to take a cup of tea offered to her by her Captain, giving a smile and nod of her head in thanks to which Unohana returned. They both then brought their cups to their lips and savoured the sweet flavour of jasmine as they took in the view around them, enjoying the little break from work they had be so graciously granted. Although judging by the cloud of dust and barbaric yells coming from the far horizon they would soon be expecting a visit from injured 11th and 14th division members which would crush all hope of relaxation, damn their rivalry.

Speaking of no relaxation within a certain office in the 1st division sat a man who knew the meaning of hard work.

Sat at his single table in his wide rectangular office of golden brown wood flooring and pale orange walls was the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 14, he was an elderly man with a face that could make time itself feel old, he has a very long white beard that is wrapped with a purple ribbon in a criss crossing fashion, and long eyebrows. There are many scars on his torso and head, the two most prominent being a pair of long, perpendicular scars above his right eye in the shape of a 'X'. He wore the standard Shinigami shihakusho uniform, but its size is greatly exaggerated. His haori which held 一 within the Gotei symbol was draped over his back instead of actually being worn. Despite his old and frail appearance, he had a very muscular body.

Captain-Commander Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

His smouldering brown eyes were currently locked on a half written parchment upon his desk, at the top of the parchment in black ink was 千年の戦争は書き直さ (The millennia war retold) moving his right hand that held a sumi (Inkstick) to the right of his desk to hover over a suzuri (Inkstone) he then proceeded to dab his sumi in the black ink and proceeded to finish his parchment with perfect grace and precision that only ones with decades of practised calligraphy could hope to bare such sweet fruits of accomplishment.

He would occasionally place his sumi upon his desk and rest his eyes from the strain of written work and let them wander around his office, looking to his right past the red pillars and wooden rail he gazed out at the Seireitei and her clear skies allowing himself a small respite from his duties. The aftermath of the Quincy war had finally gave way to a sense of normalcy to most Shinigami but not him. Shifting his gaze from the peaceful view to the draws on the right side of his desk, Yamamoto proceeded to open the very top draw and pull out a single object to hold in his palm.

His face was unreadable as he gazed at the object within his palm, but his normally cold hard brown eyes held a slight amount of pain within them. For the object within his palm was the Lieutenant badge of the 1st division and both a painful and fond memory of the man, the friend who's loyalty knew no bounds that was first to fall by the cowardly hands of the Quincy over 20 years ago.

Chōjirō Sasakibe.

The absent presence of his ever dutiful Lieutenant at his side was something Yamamoto felt he would never fully adapt to.

Closing his eyes slowly Yamamoto then proceeded to place the badge back into the draw and close it, the sound of the draw closing echoing throughout his quiescent office as he did so. He then picked up his sumi once more, deciding his respite to be over and focused on completing his work.

Only for his hand to freeze over his parchment.

A loud siren akin to a air-raid siren suddenly broke through the peaceful air of the Seireitei, shifting from high pitch to low pitch in a looping rhythm it made it's presence known to every single soul within the courts, even those in the farthest corners of the Rukongai heard it's scream of warning. Every Shinigami in the Seireitei be they in the division courts and barracks or the streets themselves halted their movements frozen, some looking to each other while others looked to the skies seemingly in search for the siren itself. All of them had their eyes open wide, something akin to shock within them that soon turned to urgency, then seemingly as one they broke out in a flurry of movement all heading for their respective divisions, some dropping whole stacks of paper work in their haste letting it crash and flutter to the ground not caring about the hours of organising they had spent for nothing.

They all knew the meaning behind the siren having been thoroughly drilled for it's appearance during their academy days and division training, the commencement of the Endwar, the Seven Seals have been broken... but, it was early, far too early, the Third realm was not ready.

Both Jūshirō and Shunsui stood rigidly, their conversation long forgotten along with their drinks and snacks, Jūshirō's face was set in an expression of disbelief with his eyes open wide as he listened to the banshee like siren, Shunsui had his right hand held up to his hat, tipping it downwards to shield his eyes, a grim aura surrounding him. They both turned their gazes to each other, Shunsui gave a nearly imperceptible nod of his head and soon after both 13th and 8th division Captains vanished in a swish of shunpo.

Within the 4th Unohana had moved to the centre of the garden, her eyes closed and face solemn, she knew what events were about to take place, events that were thousands of years premature, she could feel the Captain-Commander's frustration from here. Isane had dashed within the division as soon as the siren had began, she like all Lieutenants knew what was expected of them during such a time, she had to organise and prepare the division for what was to come, the single most largest mobilization of the Gotei to the World of the Living in history.

Back at the 1st Yamamoto's eyes opened fully, showing his surprise at the unexpected sound, a frown soon found it's way to his face when he recognised it's meaning. His hand that held the sumi frozen over the now ruined parchment as drops of ink, like tears of black mourning for what was to come fell onto the once pure white paper. Placing the sumi upon the suzuri Yamamoto then placed both hands flat on his table and rose to his feet, purpose and determination radiated from his being as his eyes held a fire within them born from the embers of the last war when they were last ablaze during his confrontation with Yhwach.

A law had been broken and a war had begun. No orders needed to be given as everyone knew the protocol but there was still much work to do.

Walking around his desk he grabbed his staff that rested against it's side and strode to his office doors eventually pushing them open with slight force and then shunpo'd away, heading for the Senkaimon where 13 reiatsu signatures awaited him.


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