Chlorine: Ya Watch
The world flashed a bright white.
"Congratulations, mustachio! You lost like an idiot!"
The lively and rude voice echoed through the air, lacking a source from which to trace. Yhwach looked about at the ruins of Wahrwelt around him. It was the same, still wracked by his power and that of his opponents. But Kurosaki, Aizen, and Uryū were nowhere to be found. How?
The arrow had pierced his heart, glowing with the power of the Auswählen. Ichigo's sword had struck him down, dooming them all to an eternity of life and death.
"Where am I?"
"Wow, your powers really haven't kicked back in yet?"
The voice still refused to come from any particular direction. Yet as it spoke, Yhwach felt his strength return, unbridled by the arrow's light. He reached out, searching for this unseeable speaker.
"There you go!" it continued, cheeriness on its invisible tongue. "Now let's see about your immediate attempt to learn exactly what's going-"
"I can't sense you," Yhwach muttered in a growl. "How?"
Silence; a first for whomever they were.
"Let's just say I'm an 'interested party', how about?"
Yhwach grit his teeth, "In what way?"
"To put it simply, you were actively in the process of dying," explained the formless one, "In fact, you literally had one second before permanently fading out. But I took it upon myself to save you and place you here, in a parallel space right next door to your native one."
"You still haven't explained why you're 'interested.'"
"Oh, well, that's easy. Because I want to kill you."
A man materialized before the god-Quincy, garbed in the simple black robes of a Shinigami, a ragged mop of dark hair adorning his scalp. The one exception to the monochrome was a smooth and featureless mask across his face, with two amber eyes glowing behind its slits. He bore no sword upon his person, yet he stood with a calm, even patient, air to him.
"You are no Soul Reaper."
"True, but that doesn't really matter right now."
"Indeed, it does not."
Yhwach cast out his cloak of darkness, engulfing the man. They disappeared without a sound, drowned under his great might. If they possessed the power he claimed, Yhwach would wield it to his liking. He would return to his world… or perhaps start anew here? Who knows what strength he could garner from another Soul King, another Mimihagi, another unbonded Hogyo-
"Yhwach, I'm going to be blunt with you, that won't work on me."
A black-clothed fist burst forth from the mass before him, and squarely into the Quincy's pointed jaw. Yhwach recoiled at the blow, a spurt of deific blood exiting his lips. Before he could recollect himself, his cloak began warping sporadically. A presence was building in the corner of his mind, smug and all-knowing. Suddenly, the cloak tore in two, at its very seams, and the nameless man stepped forth from its embrace.
How?
"It won't work at all," the man continued dryly, before seemingly flash-stepping backwards a few feet. "I'll make this quick, look into the future."
What?
Yhwach gritted his teeth. This man thought he had the right to command him?
"I don't know how you brought me here, or how you resisted absorption, but who do you think you are ordering me to do any-"
"Look."
The single word was crushing with its weight. This man sought for him to see something, something of great importance.
So he did look, across all futures, and he found… death.
His deaths.
"I see-"
"Your untimely demises," finished the man, a wicked gleam in his amber eyes. "Each written in the ink of my will."
"How?"
A crease formed under the man's mask; a smirk.
"Power is something I have a lot of, Yhwach. Scattering myself across all the possible futures that you can alter, and making you die in each and every single one of them is nothing to me. To give a more grounded explanation, your power, your Almighty, is like a pencil and eraser. You find something you don't like, you can wipe it away and rewrite it."
Shimmering white chains erupted from the ground, snaking themselves around Yhwach's body in but a moment, fastening him to the cracked and ruined floor. His cloak of darkness and his great eyes writhed against the restraints, but found no escape.
"My power, on the other hand, is like a pen."
A lance of golden light extended from the masked man's right hand. It lashed at the air as though of its own life, before straightening into a point.
Though crude in shape, Yhwach recognized what it was, a blade; glowing and terrible.
"You can try to augment the future, to create your 'winning scenario'. But you'll find that against me, Yhwach, there's one tiny problem-"
He turned back to the rogue Quincy, his eyes shimmering with vile light. The blade gleamed, space tearing at its flaming edge. Before the usurper could retort, the fiery sword plunged into his heart. A great wave of pain tore through his body, sundering him throughout.
Yhwach twitched for but a moment, reaching out to rewrite the future, to bend it under his will. His eyes came to rest upon his own dying form. He grasped for it.
So close.
A black hand appeared to his left in the space of the Almighty, grabbed him by the mustache, and pulled him away. The man managed a pained gurgle of surprise. As he whirled from the motion, Yhwach found two amber eyes staring at him, alight with smugness.
The man's voice burrowed into his ears, into his mind, burning their maddening words within his final memory.
"That problem… is that erasers don't work on ink."
The new god then faded without another sound.
"And now to send you back on home," the man muttered, snapping his fingers. A rough clink sounded as the chains binding Yhwach's corpse in place vanished without protest, leaving the body in its kneeled position. The dead husk slowly stood and shifted itself, moving to copy the pose its former inhabitant had arrived in.
Then, it disappeared in a wink of purple light, back to its home reality.
"So long buddy; have a good time exploding across the Soul Society in death!" called the nomad. He took a once about glance at the replicant Wahrwelt around him, and shrugged. It had only been created for the brief meeting, no need for it to continue existing. With that decision, the dimension began crack at its most basic foundations, pieces of reality tearing with the ease of wet paper.
Uncaring to the destruction, Nomad pulled a dingy scroll from the air, seemingly from nowhere, and unfurled it. A perky emanation appeared in his eyes, as the realm around him crumbled into nonexistence.
"On to the next one."
Author's Note
Alright, it's time for an explanation.
This is a joke story that I made for my friends. Just a few chapters of some overpowered OC beating up the canonical characters. The spectacle is in how he actually does it, and what rules he overwrites or outright breaks to do it.
It's just a dumb joke, so don't take it seriously. It may read as something serious, but it's really not; I just like making the language kinda flowery.
If you don't like it, I understand. It's not meant to be liked, so feel free to never look at this again. In order to avoid future disgust.
With that out of the way, expect Naruto to be on the chopping block next time.