The shadows of darkness crept over the small town of Karakura, leaving most of it's inhabitants safe in their homes and away any potential danger. Or so they thought. In all due reality, they were about to be placed in the worst possible event to befall Karakura since the recent attack on the town just a few days ago. A raging beast was angry and anxious to see blood spill wiped across the urban streets. Today, nothing would be spared, spiritually aware, or unaware there would be a strong scent of death hovering throughout this place. The moonlit sky illuminated the streets slightly, leaving only the street lights and home lights to gather most of the visibility around the town.
Though, the moonlight wouldn't be able to show the sudden appearance of the garganta that opened itself slowly above the small town. The black and empty mouth that was a gateway for the fiends that fed amongst the living and the dead within the living realm. The Hollows. Although, it wasn't a Hollow that was ripping himself into the world of the living. With a thunderous sound of static a lone figure darted into the empty skies and with a vengeance crashed into the closest building under him. Smoke and debris, rose into the sky in blackish columns. Agonizing screams of the fortunate that were still living echoed out into the night sky, and terrified screams of the neighboring humans who witnessed the act called out for help.
Most of course didn't know what was going on exactly, there were people who assumed it was an explosion of some sort, though the were the select few that felt like something was wrong. No, they knew something was wrong, something was coming. A low rumble began to shake the earth as though something was about to emerge from the depths at any moment. Though, a small human took a long glance at the smoke column from his balcony window, trying to get a good look. And as he stared, his eyes slowly began to widen as he caught sight of a figure emerging from the clouds. A tattered robe, man walking from the wrecked building as though nothing had happened. A long katana clenched in his right hand with a blood lusting aura surrounding him and leaking from his pores.
The dark and thick red eyes pulsed with energy as he began to continuously draw out reiatsu from his body, letting all know of his presence. It was then, that he made lower hollows flee and humans pause with fear. He made some collapse and hit the ground, some suffocated right on the spot and died. A massacre was about to happen at this moment. Chaos was about to wash through Karakura with a vengeance, death would spare no one... Blas Luciferus, the Visage of Chaos was angry, he was in a wicked mood to eliminate every trace of visible life and devour death that passed him. And he would begin at that very moment, with a raise of his left hand, he released a destructive force known as the Cero. The dark energy roared and tore and the very earth beneath it picking up whatever was in it's path. The wave then crashed into yet another building, collapsing it at that moment and erasing whatever life was within it.
Unfortunate, it was for these people to have become victims to a Demon's rage. Though, maybe it was for the best. Maybe one could think of this as cleansing... Or maybe not. Either way, there was going to be blood raining from the skies this night. But why did he do this? Was it purely rage that drove this man to this length? Was he really just that angry to the point that he no longer discriminated who he would kill? What would cease his anger, who would ease the Demon and keep him from harming any other...? No one... At this time, it was impossible to cease a rage this strong. A rage that one would probably compare to the God of Hueco Mundo himself. A rage that would not cease until satisfaction found its way back into the mind of the beast...
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
