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Location : Eneru's Moon Empire
Mon Dec 10, 2018 1:08 pm
His first steps into what was expected and imagined to be the most inhabitable and excruciatingly painful of places were not very eventful. Instead, Aizen had stepped into what appeared to be a recreation of feudal Japan. There were, of course, a few key differences, first and foremost of which was the color of they sky. Instead of the light blue that was to be expected, when he gazed towards the, for lack of a better word, "heavens" he was met with a fittingly hellish sight. No blue to be found anywhere. The majority of the sky above his head was a deep red, unnaturally cracked with black. The buildings were more accurate to earth's own history, although still reminiscent of what one would find in a nightmare. Aizen was completely unconcerned with any of this. The majority of the thoughts on his mind were focused on the future, not the present. There was one, however, that bucked that trend. Oh, how magnificent it was to be free once more. To walk on his own two feet, on ground not of his own making. To move his body, which had lain dormant for centuries. To stand upright, when for the longest time he'd been confined to that damnable chair. Those days were over now. Never again would he let himself be restrained in such a way.
Aizen took his time moving through this alien environment, not wanting to wander headlong into anything which had previously been unaccounted for. He studied his surroundings intently, taking in every detail that presented itself. There was little to be gleaned from the architecture or the sky though, and so he continued to make his way forward. It was a certainty in his mind that he would soon be stopped, by who or what, he was as of yet unsure, but the time was definitely approaching rapidly. His freely wandering about would be frowned upon when he was meant to be imprisoned. He would deal with that when he came to it though. It was true that he always preferred to have a planned course of action, but that wasn't possible in every situation, especially this one. He'd been deprived of information for too long to form any accurate understanding of what exactly was held in store for him, but he wouldn't let that deter him. No, he moved steadily through this hellscape, willing to meet anything that dared stand in his way. That wasn't to say that he immediately intended to provoke a combative response. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had developed many varied and interesting uses for his Kido while he'd been restrained, but none of them had been put into practice just yet. While he would enjoy doing so, it would be foolish to engage in combat when he was, truthfully, unsure of the extent of his own ability. The bottom line was that if there was any way to talk, manipulate, deceive, or coerce, he would do so.
As he continued to move through this unique and interesting landscape it began to slowly shift around him. The building of feudal Japan were slowly becoming more and more modern, and he felt something in the air that he'd never had the pleasure of coming into contact with so heavily before now. Oh, but he knew exactly what it was. A smirk spread across his face as he felt the energy flowing from a place still quite a ways off. At the same time, he felt something else entirely. It was the energy of someone, or something, that was exceptionally powerful. Not intending to walk headlong into a trap, he halted his forward movement. He briefly studied the area around him, first to determine whether it was a suitable location for combat if it came down to it, and when he determined that it was, secondly to look for any advantage he may be able to leverage from either the terrain or infrastructure. Nothing immediately presented itself, which meant that there was nothing that ever would. No advantage could be gained from fighting here, but at the same time that meant that no disadvantage could be gained from fighting here. Acceptable. He held his ground.
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Thu Dec 20, 2018 2:26 pm
ENTER THE DEPTHS
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The depths of hell was considered to be a place of containment of souls who have been condemned by the world as being "sinful". These creatures come from various realms, but they all share the same fate as being entrapped in the depths of The Underworld. Yet, the one who presides over this world allows them the ability to roam as freely as they may. Caring not much for subjugating, it's ruler believes those who are allowed to taste this same flavor of freedom may find the path toward freeing themselves from this abyss.
But, being that this realm is treated as a place of liberty, it isn't without its subjugation. On the whole, the realm is used as a medium to otherwise house those spirits who have long since been slain to preserve the balance of the universe itself. Ergo, if souls were allowed to leave this place of holding with absolute freedom, existence would surely implode on itself with this facet of life and death being so sorely made out of order. Thus, it is why those who go against this order simply forfeit their path in the afterlife to the god and the winds of fate itself.
It's all a system put in place to ensure that life itself is maintained; even creatures as foul as devils and demons understand that.
Therefore, could one truly begin to not wonder why the ruler of such an unholy place would take interest in one of its residents flaunting their powers about without a care in the world?
It was certainly only a matter of time before The Devil Of Liberation found the vicinity in which Aizen Sousuke unleashed his power. And it is for this same exact reason that she stood forth in his path to otherwise observe how this encounter was going to play out from here forth. There was a smirk smeared across her face which otherwise indicated that the woman seemed somewhat amused by this interaction as well. The Demoness didn't expect for him, nor another infamous individual known as Ender, to emerge out of the abyss of The Underworld for some hundreds or thousands of years later.
In spite of that sense of entertainment the demon felt, the woman understood she still was here to do her job as this realm's overseer. She wasn't a fool: this devil already comprehended the fact that he was ready to leave. But was his soul truly ready to flourish back to the surface world above? Perhaps, perhaps not. It was rather redundant to send a shinigami straight to hell when they were already spirits who had lost their claim to life long ago. To Liu, it was just further insult to injury for Aizen's defeat. With that said, while it was a seldom affair for the creatures of hell to release their inhabitants, it was not something which was an impossible thing to achieve. Based on the merits of the spirits presented to a Hell Demon, their souls could face a permanent death, reincarnation or the simply restoration of their body back to the living realm.
To that end is why she then reached out her hand toward Aizen to hold his hand before pressing forth with the two questions she desired to hear answered before moving forward in this interaction:
"I figured you wouldn't have come out of that abyss for another few hundred years. If you haven't guessed it, I'm the big bad devil of this realm. And I have two questions for you: why do you want to leave? Second, what do you even hope to achieve leaving hell?"
Of course, the woman spoke as if she were speaking to a long lost friend in the way her demeanor came off. Each word was drenched in a sense of relaxed sentiment; almost to an unnerving degree considering her status in this world. Yet, even as that may be, she still expected these questions to be answered and simply waited for a response before determining how to proceed with this little dilemma that she was presented with.