Quiet. It was quiet in the black corridor of space, the place between one and another world. The place seemed isolated from life and death equally. And so it was, because nothing should be in these tunnels of infinity. But there was, the marching of hundreds, thousands of feet echoed through this void as soldiers of darkness and despair went forward in their silent quest of punishment. Demons, Shinigami, Humans and members of all races had gathered in this army, being bound by their loyalty to the most powerful organization ever had existed. There were those with immense strength as well, as those who had only begun their path of victory. Between flesh and bone, metal creatures walked, eyeing everything with their cold visors. In front, standing out with his black kimono, snow white skin and flaming red hair, was no other then White Eye, the Archduke of the first circle and one of the first members of Masked Demon race.
No one could actually tell how this particular person managed gaining such position, knowing the state of mind he possessed. Yes, he was special, but no one could surely say that they saw him as a leader. Maybe it was the fear which got him the place? While not everyone, those who knew only the major things, or those who knew exactly the details, realized how unpredictable was this guy. It was hard to say if he even knew the different between them and the enemy, as it had happened again and again that the boy had taken a life of one of their own. No one wanted to admit it, but when he disappeared after the Black World event everyone hoped that their Archduke wouldn't return. But it was a empty shot. He came back and as he did the tension between the first circle just grew greater.
And while his soldiers feared the man he had almost no knowledge of their presence. Visually everyone could see a lifeless body going just straight, carrying a emotionless face. There wasn't anything indicating that this man could be able in leading a mission, but then again everyone knew just how deceiving can be looks when it came to this specific male. And yes, while lifeless from outside, inside his mind White was crying, laughing, pulling off his fingers as blood filled the imaginary room, drowning him in his own blood before this all started anew. Screams, thousands over thousands of different voices, each in its own volume was crushing the boy under their weight, not allowing the poor creature even a moment to hear himself.
There was much going on in his head, but even in that chaos White Eye managed to gather enough force for him to be able operate. The thoughts leading him weren't louder then others, but he had clung to them as a last saving straw."Sea...Sea Of Screams, Salt Of Tears, The Vessels Of Sin. They are calling for someone to sooth their loneliness! No one, no one wants to cry their share, but...White will give, give the share and more. Red and blue...Then red...No, right! Need to move right! Not up, right!"
He suddenly stopped, outstretched his right arm and slowly stretched his long index finger in the void. There a square portal started to open, first small, it grew bigger and bigger. Other members, mostly Arrancar, also repeated this movement and soon above the peaceful sea a plane hangar size portal appeared, from it stepping out around two hundreds of battle ready troops.
The ships down in the water didn't wait even for a moment as multiple blasts of lasers were fired in the direction of the small army. Two giant robots in front of them activated their shields when taking the impact and served as a wall from the blasts. The rest split automatically in three groups for intercepting the ships while White just coldly watched on the scene below. He didn't see the full picture, only flashes when his mind wasn't blinded by the pain of thoughts, but even through it the guy had a feeling something was wrong. The sea was too clear. There wasn't not one body in it, no blood, screams or desperation. It was weird and with this scene in mind the Archduke understood why he was called here. It was necessary for the water, for the life in it to see the small, wonderful things of this realm. And red was just such a nice color.
With sharp noise of metal rubbing against metal both robots, Tier 0-5 Knightslaves, were pierced by red blood tentacles from behind. White was suddenly carrying a sweet, gentle smile as both of his bodyguards heavily fell in the cold water. Multiple cannon blast tried to hit him, but by using the same wings as a little speed boost he flapped them and got away from the blasts trajectory. At first quietly, then louder, the male spoke."In the pit of hell,
In the corner of world,
At my souls heaviest hour I call!
I call for the ink which will color this day.
This day, day of acceptance."
As the words sunk in the air starting from the robot bodies and then next two kilometers all water became thicker and gained black pitch color. The three ships stopped moving and with grey steam clouds coming from them these water transports started to sink. People in these ships got in panic, screaming and moving back and forth. Few fell over the board and into the black liquid which quickly took their lives by melting the pour soul into nothing. Both parties in horror raised their eyes, staring at now smiling male.