First of all, I would like to humbly apologize for my absence. There has been a lot going on lately in my life, especially after my accident. Do not worry though! That which does not kill you…makes you stronger right? (Especially if you have metal in your body – this seems like a scene from Kick-Ass) Anyway, I digress! I thank you for being loyal readers and willing to stay as long as you did waiting for the next chapter. For those who have waited…I cannot thank you enough, and for those who are new, I welcome you to this mess-fest of a story. Please enjoy this chapter. There will be no review corner since it has been so long since the previous chapter. I will say this…thank you for all the reviews so far.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Highschool DxD.

Previously, on King of Hell:

The next morning, an announcement was made.

"Attention! Attention! This is a message to all Shinigami of the Court Guard Squads!" Everyone looked up from their jobs, the ones who already knew not even bothering to listen.

"As of yesterday, the Shinigami Daiko, Kurosaki Ichigo, is dead."

Chapter 1 (Re-write) Dreams of Death

*THWACK* The sound of the meaty impact of flesh against stone sounded out across the empty room. Coughing, the source of the sound pushed himself to his feet and attempted to stand, and failed miserably. He collapsed yet again, and the meaty thwack sounded out again, followed by a groan of pain. Deciding to roll over, Ichigo looked up at the what he realised to be a roof.

'Why am I indoors? I thought I was supposed to go to Hell? Guess I'll find out once I get moving…later.' He ran his hands through his long black hair and sighed. He slowly sat up, taking in the room he was currently sitting (read: lying) in. He admitted the place was dull as shit. No windows, no doors, no nothing. Just four walls, a floor and a ceiling.

"There isn't even a fucking chair. Seriously, my back is killing me!" He threw his hands up in the air, immediately regretted it, and lay back down to groan the pain away. Deciding that there was nothing else he could do, he decided to go to sleep, and see if by sleeping, the pain would slowly decide to fuck right off. "That's right, I'm also going insane! I believe that there actually is a person writing and dictating my life, making my decisions based on a whim! Fuck that guy!" He laughed and he soon felt himself drifting off to sleep, the darkness of the room giving him some sort of comfort. The last thing he could remember, though, was not something he ever wanted to forget. Those emerald, green eyes, of the one person he really did kill with his own two hands.

In Hell

'This place smells, it looks like the hole left by a really hard turd falling into sand, and is basically just that sandy turd.' The ravings of the person who calls their home a turd really shouldn't be listened to, but in all actuality, this person is very important to the story, because this person is a woman, with long burnt orange hair and brown eyes. Dangling on her wrist, is a Quincy Cross.

Masaki Kurosaki died that fateful day when her son tried to save who he thought was a person in danger, but turned out to be the bait used by a vile Hollow called Grand Fischer. A couple of months ago, Masaki felt the bastards reiatsu vanish from the World of the Living. She gave a silent prayer of thanks that day. She wore basically the same outfit, a pink coat over a maroon shirt and a purple dress, but do not think for a second that she is defenceless. Her powers, since being tied to the Quincy King Ywach, were taken from her. Although, when she was infected by the strange Hollow, her powers became vastly different, and the only portion that was taken by Ywach were the uninfected pieces. She had still retained a vast majority of her powers that day. Being in Hell, her Hollowfied powers were supercharged, but since there was no 'Hollow' in her soul, she didn't have to worry about the Hollowfication process. She froze when an unimaginable amount of reiatsu poured down on the Hellish landscape (AN: Pun intended). The reiatsu was so thick that she was forced to her knees. Struggling for breath, she barely managed to raise her head to see what the source of reiatsu was. She paled when she saw a pair of emerald green eyes staring her down.

"Woman. What is you name?" Masaki froze at the voice. This, creature, was at least ten times stronger than her, and if that was the case, then it was even stronger than Isshin, who was a former Captain of the Gotei 13. She gulped, and fumbled for her Cross, taking it in her hand for comfort.

"Woman, I will not ask a third time. What is you name?" The creature raised its hand, a single pale finger pointed right at her forehead. She took a couple seconds to register the creatures features. For instance, it was about her height, with black hair, and a helmet on its head. She stopped looking when she finally took notice of the hole where its heart should have been.

"My name, is Kurosaki Masaki. Who are you?" She swallowed the lump in her throat, and she was sweating heavily. This Hollows simple presence was intimidating enough.

"Are you related to Kurosaki Ichigo?" Her eyes went wide. "From that reaction, you do know him. Tell me, what is your relation to him?" Masaki took a deep breath.

"Ichigo is my son. Although I died when he was young, and I haven't seen him since I was killed by Grand Fischer." The Hollow nodded, before he lowered his hand, sliding it into the seemingly invisible pocket of his coat.

"My name is Ulqiuorra Schiffer. I have…business…with Kurosaki. You shall lead me to him in the World of the Living. There, we shall settle the victor of our fight. I know that he came out of out fight much more powerful than I could have imagined. It may have been possible that he could have been able to defeat Aizen-sama. I wish to end our fight on equal terms. Come, I shall open the do-" Masaki would have cheered when Ulqiuorra was slammed into the ground if she wasn't joining him there. Before he could have finished speaking, a titanic amount of reiatsu just appeared out of nowhere. Masaki couldn't even lift her head. The reiatsu was so thick that her vision was being distorted. A grunt from Ulqiuorra made her look at him out of the corner of her eye.

"I see, you have come here then, Kurosaki Ichigo. I will make you regret the decision to kill me upon that roof in such an unsightly manner." Masaki felt her heart stop.

'Ichigo…killed him? My baby boy, killed this Hollow? How? When did Ichigo get so powerful? And did he just say that this was Ichigos' reiatsu? How is this possible?! I can't even fathom its depth!' Masaki felt a tear slip from her eye at the thought of her son, her little man, fighting to the death against such a powerful opponent. Sure, if he had the proper training in how to use his Quincy powers. Perhaps he could stand a chance then. The sound of tearing and cracking rang out from above her and Ulqiuorra, before the reiatsu vanished as abruptly as it appeared.

Ulqiuorra looked up from his little crater (one he formed when his face crashed into the ground), and felt his blood run cold as a shadow loomed above them. He spun quickly, darted over to where Masaki lay unable to move, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and quickly began to move away from the tear in the sky. Masaki scrambled to compose herself.

"What do you think you are doing? Put me down this instant!" Ulqiuorra glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"If you wish to take on the Kushanada, then by all means, I will set you down her and now. If you do not, then be quiet. I am trying to move as fast as I can in the opposite direction from which they all seem to be moving to. I do not want to be there when whatever it is that your son has become appears from that tear." Masaki froze.

"You mean Ichigo is coming out of that hole in the sky? Take me there now! Please! I have to know why my son is in Hell!" Masaki began to struggle in Ulqiuorras grasp, but the Hollow had a firm grip on her.

"Talk to him later. If we go there now, we will die, and there is a chance we won't be able to reincarnate for a while, considering that the Kushanada would be the ones to kill us. Don't be foolish woman, you can always go see him later." Ulqiuorra planted his foot and launched himself into the air, using the approaching mountain face as a springboard to launch them higher and higher. He arrived at the top of the mountain, only to be blocked off by a golden fist. Trusting his instincts, he dropped Masaki and raised his hand, and immediately regretted the decision. He felt his wrist and forearm shatter under the force of the punch. Such was the impact that he was sent flying back, spinning mid flight and unleashing a lightning fast green cero at the attacker. He watched as his attack was simply batted away, the light from the attack lighting up the surrounding area, and it was at this moment that Ulqiuorra knew he had gone and fucked up. Standing at the top of the mountain, was Kurosaki Ichigo. But this man was different, his eyes were devoid of all light, and his midnight black hair was a stark contrast to his golden armour. Ulqiuorra watched as Ichigo raised his sword and with a simple swing, tore Hells terrain to shreds.

Narrowly dodging, Ulqiuorra dropped to his knees after spinning and flipping through the raised debris. 'This is not Kurosaki, this is something else. I need to get away and formulate a plan, otherwise I'm going to die…again.'. Stepping quickly, Ulqiuorra jumped back as an obsidian sword slammed into the ground where he stood only moments ago, and once again, he bore witness to the ground being rendered asunder by the sheer force of the attack.

"Kurosaki Ichigo. I will have to leave this fight here. Next time we meet, I will have you answer every transgression of yours. I implore you to say your final farewells." Ulqiuorra landed on a branch jutting out from a singular tree. He scanned the horizon for any trace of Ichigo, and seemingly finding no trace of him, he lowered his guard, and once again found himself on the retreating front. Though he didn't get very far this time.

"Do you…think that…you can…get away…from me?" The distorted voice sounded out from behind him, and before he could spin to dodge, a golden hand clamped down on his shoulder, shattering the bones inside. Then he was thrown. Hard. He careened through the air at ridiculous speeds, and crashed straight into the mountain that he previously used as a springboard. Grunting, he gingerly removed himself from the rubble and struggled to stand, his regenerative powers already working overtime to repair all the damage inflicted.

"This time…I will…kill you…Ulqiuorra Schiffer." Grunting, Ulqiuorra managed to somehow stay on his feet. He opened his mouth to retort, but another voice cut him off, and in admittedly one of the most comical manners he had borne witness to.

"KUROSAKI ICHIGO! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE WORDS MISTER! DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME! I WILL GIVE YOU TO THE COUNT OF FIVE! ONE! TWO! FIVE! THAT'S IT! IF YOU WON'T COME DOWN, I WILL COME UP! PREPARE YOUR ASS FOR THE GREATEST OF SPANKINGS!" Kurosaki Masaki was fuming. She was breathing violence and bloody murder. For starters, that Hollow had picked her up and carried her without her permission. Then he dropped her without so much as a warning. Then the black haired psychopath had smashed the mountain and everything within 20kms to shit with a swing of his sword! Then, to top it all off, he threw the Hollow right at her! If she hadn't been paying attention to the fight and gotten out of the way when the Hollow was heading in her direction, she would have really been killed…again. Then the Hollow calls the psychopath Ichigo.

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Ichigo looked down at the shouting woman. A single eyebrow was raised when the woman violently shook her fist at him. Right now, he wasn't Ichigo, and he probably wouldn't be for some time. Right now, he was the King of Hell, and that demanded that he go about punishing the Sinners for their evil deeds and making sure that the people trapped here atone for their sins. Sighing, Ichigo raised his sword, preparing to swing it to shut up that violent woman, but his instincts kicked in and he took a step back when an arrow tore through the air where he was just standing.

'That was a Quincy arrow. Why is there a Quincy in Hell? Who the hell is this woman! And why is she still shouting!' Deciding that he had had enough of her shouting, Ichigo vanished in a blur of Shunpo, seemingly vanishing from the spot he once stood, and appeared behind the woman. He startled gasp brought a wry smirk to his lips.

"No wonder…Sosuke liked…appearing behind…weaker people…who are…you woman?" He raised his only visible eyebrow when the woman ground her teeth. She stomped forward and stood before him, but since he was now a lot taller then he used to be, she was much shorter than him. She looked up at him and stuck her finger in his face.

"Who am I? WHO AM I? How dare you brat! Forgetting your own mother! You are Ichigo right? If you are, then my name is Kurosaki Masaki. Your. Mother." Everything froze. For Ichigo, it seemed like time rewound itself. This woman before him. She was claiming to be his mother, but his mother was a normal human. She wasn't a Quincy. That would be impossible. He took a step back and clutched at his head. He dropped to his knees, his head held between his hands, his teeth grinding together. Masaki stepped forward, but the glare that she got from the kneeling Ichigo was enough to make her flinch. The sound of static filled the air, and Ulqiuorra was standing between them.

"What do you think you are doing trash? Raising your hand against the woman who raised you? You are the low-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as a back hand from the crouching Ichigo sent him flying away again.

"Are you…really her?" Masaki gulped.

"Yes. I am really her. Are you really Ichigo?" Ichigo grit his teeth once again. His brows furrowed with annoyance as Ulqiuorra reappeared. He didn't manage to say anything this time because Ichigo reached up, grabbed him by the throat, slammed him into the ground and impaled him there with his sword, making sure to leave the sword in at an angle to make sure the bastard couldn't remove himself and interrupt again. For good measure, Ichigo reached up and crushed Ulqiuorra's throat, even though he knew that he could heal it. Still, not having the monotonous bastard speak for three seconds was worth the evil. Once he finished with Ulqiuorra, he looked back at Masaki, who was giving him and unhappy glare.

"We need…some privacy…he would…keep interrupting." Letting out a sigh, Masaki nodded.

"I don't agree with this, but you are right. There are many things we need to speak about. This Hollow would only keep getting in the way." She walked over to Ichigo, who retreated a little at her approaching figure. "Now, we need to get to the root of this, right Ichigo?"

"Kaa-san? It really is you isn't it…you're still *cough* alive? How is this…possible?" Ichigo started to cough violently, the pain that had sparked in his lungs when his Hell powers began to fade getting worse and worse.

"Whoops! Sorry Kingy! I'll get that for ya! Seems like been this far down in Hell affects ya lungs! Don'cha worry thou! I got cha!" Ichigo froze at the sound of his Hollow, but silently thanked him when his breathing started to even out, and the pain started to subside. He took a deep breath and looked up, the golden armour seeming to shimmer as he did so, retreating back into the depths of his soul.

"Kaa-san?" The woman smiled, and Ichigo noticed the tears that were starting to appear at the edges of her eyes.

"Ichigo."

"Kaa-san!" He couldn't hold it anymore. The woman whom he idolized for her gentle heart, warm nature, and loving embrace was standing before him, arms held out wide to hold him once again. He took the woman into his arms and he felt the stream that was his emotions begin to overflow, coming out of him as a sorrowful wail, much like the wail his Vasto-Lorde Class Hollow Form gave when he fought Ulqiuorra on the roof.

"Oh Ichigo. Shh. Mother is here. There is no need for tears from a grown man. Oh well, it's not like I'm holding back myself." Masaki let her tears flow freely from the first moment Ichigo gazed up at her and the armour started to fade. But what surprised her was the fact that the hair didn't revert back from black to orange, or even change its length, and his eyes changed from empty to a blood red. Well, she could always ask him later. Right now, she had her son in her arms again. There was no way anything could interrupt this moment.

"Um, excuse me for interrupting, but can someone free-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP ULQIUORRA OR I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A FOWL AND FEED YOU TO THE KUSHANADA FOR BREAKFAST FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!" Ichigo rounded on the now much paler Ulqiuorra, who had the decency to cough into his fist and look the other way. Ichigo sighed, that was about as much of an apology that he was going to get from the stoic Arrancar.

"Dammit you ruined the moment already. Stop squirming, or this will hurt." Ichigo stood and let go of his mother, who smiled sadly. She knew what was coming and she honestly felt no sympathy for the Hollow.

"What do you mean 'this will hurt'? Are you planning t-urk!" Ichigo unceremoniously tore the sword from the pale man's abdomen, splattering blood everywhere, causing Ichigo to laugh sadistically.

"That felt somewhat comforting, knowing that I can hurt you now. Exchanges between us will probably end up like this from now on. Oh yeah, Mom, you wanted to know why I look like this right? And you, you want to know why I'm here now? Then stay lying down, and Mom, you have a seat right here." He clicked his fingers and a Kushanada appeared from somewhere (most likely from behind the tree that Ulqiuorra used earlier) and used his own hand as a chair for Masaki to sit on. Paling slightly, Masaki nodded in thanks to the Kushanada, who seemed to smile (if possible). Taking her seat on its hand, she motioned for Ichigo to begin his story.

*1 Bleach Cannon (up to the defeat of Aizen) later*

"Doesn't this just mean that instead of being trash, you are just transcended trash? Like some form of plastic bag that is originally thrown away, then reclaimed because it turns out it has many forms and functions?" Ichigo and Masaki deadpanned at Ulqiuorra, who continued to lie down on the ground for the duration of Ichigos speech.

"That doesn't make you any different from tr-ghak!" Ichigo drove his sword through Ulqiuorras chest. "Ple-squelch-ase st-urk-op stab-blargh-bin-hack-g me!" Multiple times.

And there is the re-write of the second chapter! As said many times before, this story of the King Of Hell will follow a completely different path than what was originally set.

Thanks again for waiting for this.

*bows head and prostrates* Honto Arigatou!

See you next time…in space!