The General sat in his chair, totally alone in the large meeting hall. His fingers tapped the desk slightly. He'd felt the spirit forces clashing and knew that a final conflict was coming towards him rapidly. The next fight would determine soul traffic across the globe. Finally the doors to the meeting hall flew open and the room dimmed significantly. In walked two figures, both immensely powerful.
"General!" A voice boomed angrily. The General sighed and stood, his claymore attached firmly to his back.
"Captain," He replied simply. The two figures approached closer and stood at the end of the stage before finally hopping up onto it effortlessly. The General stood and grinned maniacally. "So it has come to this!"
"It has come to this because of your hand!" Jas spat. Urahara stood back stoic, not daring to interrupt this. The flame on Mars' blade grew and shrank with his anger. "I want answers, General! You know this man is not the spy!" He demanded. The General's smile faded into a scowl.
"Of course I know that isn't the spy, you idiot. My plan worked perfectly." He growled. Jas took a step back and tightened his grip on his shield and spear.
"What are you saying? What plan?" He continued his interrogation. The General raised his hand slowly and made a fist. Jas readied himself for an attack, but the attack instead went towards the General's own chest. Frowning in confusion and disbelief, Jas watched the General's hand enter his own chest and begin twitching slightly. Finally, the hand began to pull from his chest, and a soul exited the body. Jas was greeted by the sight of Seven, standing proudly over the fallen corpse of the General.
"Your hopes for victory are shattered without your leader. Surrender and I will make your deaths painless. Resist and I shall enjoy tearing you to pieces." Seven announced, resuming his cold, calculating demeanor.
"So you possessed his body and issued everything against us… clever. However, you forgot one important factor." Jas announced as his spirit force began surging. Seven stared blankly as the room dimmed to almost total darkness. Underneath the helmet, Jas' face was unseen, only a pitch black shadow was visible. Then, his eyes opened and he grinned. Seven took a step back, seemingly frightened. The Captain's eyes were not human at all; they were burning balls of intense flame. His mouth opened to a grin and flames erupted from it as if the sun were inside his pure black shadow of a face.
"Your attempts to frighten me are in vain," Seven then replied, returning to a neutral stance. "I am prepared to defeat you." The flaming grin turned into an angry scowl, and Jas lowered his spear, pointing it at him and bringing his shield up.
"Prove it." He challenged. Before Seven could react, he watched the trail of flame follow the bladed spear course rapidly into his chest, crippling him. Within any measurable amount of time, Jas stood over him with his spear only inches from his face. Quickly summoning all of his spirit force, he slid underneath him and leapt through the roof and into the night sky. Jas followed effortlessly, almost allowing him to run. He was toying with him.
"An imprudent move!" Seven taunted before turning with his sword drawn. He summoned the entirety of his speed to block Jas' next attack, but before he could move again, his shield slammed into him violently, sending him crashing towards the ground. The impact would have been enough to kill a regular Death God, but Seven was only slightly wounded. Jas dropped like a feather to the ground and landed softly nearby, ready to finish the job.
"You are barely worth my Perfect Form." Jas snarled, aiming Mars at his throat once again. Seven began mustering his spirit force to move again, preparing for another round of fighting. "No, not this time." Jas interrupted, and thrust the spear through his neck. The attack came so quickly, Seven did not even realize he'd been stabbed until his mask began crackling away.
"Aizen will be most displeased…" Seven managed to gasp in between gurgles of blood before his body finally disintegrated. Jas lowered his spirit force to nothing and before Urahara made it over to him, he was back in his regular Death God garb. He turned to look at his Japanese companion.
"I'm hungry." He said simply before collapsing. Urahara caught him quickly.
"I would imagine so, Captain. I know exactly how you feel."
"General Hona, I'd like to allow our guest to return to Japan now." Jas announced, motioning to Urahara, who stood in the doorway of the General's Office.
"Absolutely, Major. A doorway will be opened in the courtyard presently. Captain Urahara," Hona replied before calling out to Urahara. He looked up from underneath the brim of his hat.
"Yes?" He asked, confused. Hona smiled.
"Thank you for all your help. Without you, this could have been catastrophic. You are welcome in Heaven anytime." He explained with a bow. Urahara smiled and returned the bow. Jas turned and grinned.
"C'mon, buddy. It's time to get you home." And with that, Urahara departed.
"Stop it! That hurts!" The little girl cried as the little boy pulled on her hair. He laughed maniacally as she pleaded with him. "What if the owner sees?" She continued. He scoffed.
"He's long overdue, he won't care!" He boasted.
"Not so fast," Urahara cooed from out of nowhere. The two children froze and turned around to see their boss standing before them, grinning.
"Owner!" They shouted in unison. He smiled and passed them, entering his store. A familiar voice called from the next room.
"About time you got home! Tell me what happened!" Yoruichi called, obviously eating. He sighed and sat down across from her.
"You were right." He said simply. She froze, confused.
"Huh? Right about what?" She mumbled.
"They have no idea what Demon Magic is."