It was strange the way executions took place in Soul Society.
They dressed their victims in beautiful flowing white fabric, the color of purity, before killing them in front of everyone in the Gotei 13.
The executioners would strike this pinnacle of purity down for entertainment-or perhaps, making an example-of the rest of the shinigami present. The whole act felt hollow, slate hues watching as the halberd was unsealed by the Kido Corps, a spectacle of obnoxious proportions. As Kikoo was released, the large phoenix enveloped the stage and created a heat wave so intense it felt as if her face was going wither away like a burnt piece of paper.
The bird was scorching the earth around the hill, a commanding presence that no one wanted to be perceived by in their life. It was immaculate, the way it made even the strongest of Gotei 13 want to look away as it pierced its victim with more than the force of a thousand zanpakuto blades. The screams only lasted but a moment, not even long enough to produce an echo on Sokyoku Hill.
Kikoo was resealed shortly after, nothing left of the shinigami who had just been murdered before them all by this beautiful creature. She turned, just as everyone else did, and returned to her division.
And just like that, nothing had happened.
A wolf wrapped in sheep's clothing, devoured before the people they wronged.
A cruel juxtaposition.