Artist: ReSoundWave - Song: Darkness hole - Word Count: 1218
Unwound, unbound and quite so nasty. That was the feeling The Devil of Boundaries perceived as the natural balance of abnormalities came to a shift within the depths of Fuma Park. Indeed, what was suppose to be a simple stroll into the park appeared as if this day seemed set on turning into an incident. Up until this point, Yukuri Iramasha, member of the Royal Devil Iramasha Council, had been lazing off and enjoying quite a bit of leisure time.
On a park bench none too far from the gaping black void, a woman with locks of pure gold sat and was trying her most to unwind under the glum grey skies of Karakura Central. Being in her position of power meant that she was often usually active, working and oh-so busy. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, and seemly, decade after decade. It all seemed to turn into a blur of explosive circumstances, infinite paperwork, endless meetings, continuous fights and unending madness.
Even if she was a creature of supernatural origin, it grew tiring to deal with such otherworldly events in such a high volume. Each passing second of every moment seemed to be filling her head more and more with boundless headaches, tiring aches and nauseous disgust with how far of a hole she had worked herself into. Yet, it would be nothing compared to the years to come.
Things were growing dimmer with each passing era and it would only be a matter of time before the age of death consumes all. That is one fear which played at the strings of the devil's mind at night and kept her up. For no matter how strong a being is in this dimension, that is the one true absolute she had feared since her days as a demon within the depths of Demon World.
So as her weary eyes of lavender gazed at the sight of the empty vortex within the park, this tiny tear in the vast cosmos of boundaries served as a trivial reminder that this end was coming. One day, it's absolute force will devour all and they'd be brought to the primordial end of the universe.
But perhaps that was a worry for another day, no?
It was best to avert one's eyes from such a fate and take time day by day and relish what a spirit could before that demise. Hence, on that pensive note, The Devil of Boundaries saw fit to begin diverting her attention to the sights wondering souls coming to assist with the stabilization of this oh-so unstable scene. The first to come was a man adorned entirely white. White pants, white coat, white shirt, white shoes; everything was a bright as the sun on this male. At least, save for his plum eyes and the hints of gold on his outfit. Certainly he was dressed to impressed.
...but his method of coping with the abnormality before him-- wasn't as impressive.
It seemed quite childish, if not, downright absurd to believe that ridding a tear in the universe would work by blasting straight into it. With a grim chuckle emitted from her cherry lips, The Devil of Boundaries could only shake her head at the male's humble attempt to save the day. It is for this reason she stood up from her spot and moved like a gust of wind: here one minute, gone the next.
And akin to sudden rush of cold air, she'd emerge with a frigid aura behind James; but not one filled with malicious or hostile intent. Nay. She believed the male needed better direction. So, she'd whisper ever-so softly into his ear:"Surely you don't expect to resolve this incident by making it stronger, do you? That's quite frivolous and a waste of energy to boot, human."
With her hands being held over Jame's eyes, The Devil of Boundaries seemed dully amused as her dry, yet whimsical voice gave another chuckle. It was if she was a mixture of sheer fatigue, and pure mischievousness. And, given the embodiment of her powers, perhaps she had every right to be as care free and flippant about events.
None the less, her sense of metaphysical awareness came into play once more as vibrations of energy started to flicker in the area. Given her perception and understanding of teleporation abilities, it seemed another spirit was venturing forth to the incident. So, in an eruption of blinding light, another human stepped forth out of the sunny illumination and Yukuri could only laugh slightly.
It seemed many of these lost souls were simply marching to their death. There was no power which seemed to radiate from this new feminine figure and it seemed only befitting she'd take control of this situation before it turned into something -- bad. Therefore, while her hands were still covering Jame's eyes, The Devil of Boundaries would emit a plum burst of energy from her body. In this release, it would extend away from her and spread into the skies above for roughly a mile. Under her mental command, an orchid barrier formed itself and was meant to tighten the boundaries of this dimension to disallow teleporation in -- and teleportion out -- without proper approvals.
In this way, she, and her lovely ape-skinned comrades, could deal with the incident under a contained dome. With this method, at least the general public wouldn't be too much at risk. As everyone seemed to get the picture and evacuated already. So, having not much else to fear, The Devil Of Boundaries smiled and shifted her lilac gaze towards Yuel. With a blink of the eye, butterflies of violet, maroon, coral and plum energy would scatter around the powerless human and seek to form a protective shield around her. By performing this act, the clueless woman would at least be under her guarded aura and kept in tact if things should turn dangerous.
So, there was nothing left to do but let out another laugh and address the situation:"Human's are quite the bold creatures, are you not? Always riding into danger without the second most thought of failure or fear. Oh well. I won't waste time in advising you to flee or anything like that."
As a chilling wind blew past them all, the Chinese-styled tabard which adorned The Iramasha's lusty body began to blow ever so calmly against the breeze. Perhaps this was meant to symbolize the calm of the storm, nay? "I've only come to tell you humorous souls that I am but an ally from the Iramashsa. Fear me not, as the true enemy lays ahead."
Shifting her head back to the void before them, a sly smile eased on to the lips of the Devil Iramasha as she awaited for whatever creature that caused to incident to show its cowardly face."Oh, and please be a dear and reveal yourself. You know it's quite rude to keep guest waiting, you know?"
And with that, The Mistress Of The Border would await to see what may occur next. Hopefully it was going to be worth her precious time.