Shades Of United Liberty and Servitude Under One Nation [Open Mission]

"The price of greatness is responsibility."

At what point did someone place their foot down and tell their oppressors, enough is enough? When did human tenacity and their willingness to die for causes greater than themselves diminish? In the face of death and destruction human will power and the ability to change had always been humanity's greatest asset something that no other race could quite capitalize on.

But that would change when one man, a hybrid between shinigami and hollow, had bridged the gap between the immortality of death and vivid mortality which all races possessed. In the establishment of an place where liberation and Independence reigned surpreme'd when combined with the fair rule of law- they had found greatness. This man had forever affected this world, em placing his ambition and tenacity to be it's guardian of individual freedom even if it mean't the death of his own self-guidance.

No man who wished to walk the lines of good could bare a responsibility such as Vastime and not expect to have to defend it's name. It was why when the meeting at Lebanon took such a wild turn with the appearance of a demon king that the iron king had to come. Within the bowels of Vastime a man was loosening a tie as he walked, his back straightening out as each stride he took began to leak a intense aura of warmth. It was as if the pure manifestation of tenacity was making it's self known. Behind his back laid a nation that sought his protection- that sought his duty.

Those within Lebanon would feel the air take a drastic shift as the tell-tale signs of a portal had ripped through the dimensional barrier, the shifting of atoms and molecules allowing a burst of small sub-sonic explosions as a foot came through. Gradually, more of the man began to be seen but no one needed to see him to know who was coming. The thickening iron coated spiritual pressure, the calloused hands which appeared before the body which held them revealed themselves.

Blackened hair which laid in a shaped mess, the lazily maintained hair which had been swept back naturally followed by coffee eyes which bore a soft earnest affection. But behind that affection, behind the subtle nature of the man was a thick presence of ambition- of something far more cruel. For Ravan and those able to detect the mechanization of a person: They could see a killing surge like few men, perhaps it was the restraint which prevented him to indulge in such things such as The Demon King himself did. It was the contrast between a self made king and one which had been born into this.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here now."

The confidence in which laced his voice might've been seen as pure arrogance, but to the civilians of the area- to the soldiers which laid nearby in the name of Vastime, this was a soothing tone to hear. The man was a beacon to his people, a beacon of their courage and willingness to stare death in the face; with a proclamation that today would not be the day. His eyes, the hazel orbs, would take in the scene seeing the mangled man as a warm breath escaped his lips.

The man looked a slight mess, his shirt undone slightly wrinkled from rapid movements showcasing a body crafted from marble. His tie in it's striped pattern of grey and red was loosened to the point of being outright undone, his sleeves partially rolled up. He looked more like a gladiator who had taken a office job that was currently having a shitty day rather than the king of the largest growing empire to date. But, behind the cool exterior a smile was plastering his face which was steadily growing as he stood in the center of the whole encounter.

"I felt it, needed for myself to say this. I understand both of your concerns, i sympathize." He explained rest his hand on his zanpakatou but more in a lazy resting manner. His movements measured but not overly so, years upon years of practice followed his movements as he paced walking eventually over to Henrex resting his hand on the shoulder of the boy.

"Calm down, Henrex." It was more of an order than a request, but from the smile on his face it seemed there was some large pattern happening. Through the contact Henrex senses would be assaulted by a transfer of emotions, he would feel the overwhelming amount of rage and murderous intent within the man he pledged loyalty to. Why had he done this? Simple. So He would understand and relate to the emotions Henrex where having, but as a time honor'd man he would not allow those to consume him yet.

His gaze would turn to Ravan approaching the man with no inhibitions, his stride one of morbid curiosity as he reached in his shirt pocket. He was willing to bet this demon king was no afraid of anything Hayden could hold in the shirt pocket. It would be at this moment a thin envelope would be revealed which he held out to Ravan, in a almost challenging manner. It was clear that Hayden was fully prepared to accept whatever the outcome was but strangely enough he wasn't backing down. That phase of his life was over.

"Vastime, myself included, cannot comply with the order to stand down. You see Ravan you should know that change in inevitable. But, that is only orchestrated by the hands of people who refuse to bend the knee or remain standing when confronted with challenge. It is that very reason I stand before you Demon King, as Desmond Hayden- the Iron King of Vastime to defiantly alert you to a simple fact: We will reclaim our homes once more with bravado." He informed the man too, his body taking the additional step forward still keeping the small smile on his lips ever ready to take this to the next step. But the smile would soon drop replacing the coffee color'd eyes was something much firmer- something which demanded the attention of not Ravan but the world.

"I speak on behalf of myself, my allies, and the world when I say these words. We will not retreat from your words. My people accept nothing less. So if you see that you must strike at me then do so, but if you would like to go even deeper into this accept this invitation: I, by the law invested in me, invite you to the New Age Gala hosted by the Vanguard and Vastime." With a final extending of his two fingers the letter would outstretch attempting to tap the chest of Ravan, the light paper rubbing against the clothing.

Thus, Hayden had fulfilled his responsibilities to his people- in a dramatic turn of events he had come to personally announce Vastime would not be backing down from any threats but strange enough- he extended a invitation to arguably one of their strongest enemies. It seemed things where brewing, those which might ignite a fire that would burn everything between.