Church Of Melancholy [Saiko/WW4 Event] [Milan, Italy]

The skies were drenched in a deep shade of black and grey. In the distance, fire and smoke could be seen, but the downpour of shade rain kept such immense flames from consuming all in their path. Such loathsome scenery could not ever cease the eternal clock of conflict. Demons, hollows, shinigami, and humans all alike were at war as the pressure was far too much for Shadow Fall to bare. With the rate this war was turning, the rubbles of this city would soon turn to ash and from the smoke would be a land erased of Shadow Fall influence more than likely.

So why fight it?

That is the only thought which washed in the mind of one it's last prominent remaining forces in this division of Earth. When the void of Shadow Fall is left on this planet, the cycle of violence, destruction, and power wasn't going to stop. Small and larger factions would continue to maul each other and make blood rain in the streets. Did any of it really matter?

With the torrential flow of deathly rain washing out the city of Milan, Italy; the gloom-filled essence of Saiko Mori bled throughout this dark evening. As her plum eyes stared at the visage of decay and savagery, she merely held her legs close to her chest and closed them to take away such a brutal sight. Even as other beings tried to attack her, the overwhelming aura of power which this woe-filled half-breed possessed was enough to keep most away.

Though, what was more interesting was her resting place. Indeed, it's almost comical that a creature tainted with sin would seek refuge upon a church. And, not just any church: this was the Milan Cathedral. It was one of the most infamous churches in the nation of Italy. Yet, for one reason or another, the Mistress of Glum saw fit to seek shelter here.

But -- did it really mattered where she rested? Her life was over regardless of which option she took. Taking meek sighs, the woman held her hand out and used her control of death energy to melt through another horde of Shinigami trying to approach her. And, at that moment, the reflection of blood on her hands for the many of the fallen Gotei she had slain came burning into her mind. There would be no safety in the Soul Society for her crimes.

With the roars of demons echoing out to her, there wasn't much of a future to be had in Shadow Fall. She never even wanted to be a part of this organization, and it was only a matter of time before civil unrest broke out in Demon World and more chaos broke out. There was far too much instability in the royal families to hold much confidence there.

And as for Earth? This hellhole would have her slaughtered and imprisoned for being a criminal of war. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind about that.

So, as the rain fell, her tears flowed against the backdrop of its cold embrace as thoughts of the men she loved flowed in her mind. Ash, Rudi; they meant a lot to her heart and she wanted them to take away this hurt. But, she knew her own demon's blood posessive drive only used them to bond with their love so that it could fill the void within herself. Thus, even as that hurt flowed as her world came shattering down, it was but a hollow emotion to her.

No.

She deserved this and whatever was to come.

Overflowed with grief at this point, Saiko's blackened tears gave way to a foul sense of power as she started using her demonic energy to suck away the life force of those unfortunate enough to be around her. There was no going back from any of this, even if she wanted out. Her life was over and all that was left was to venture through the smoldering remains of its existence before the light was inevitably snuffed out as she couldn't see a way out of this...