Conquering the Demon (FC)

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Visions of the night. Black skies tucked behind a stream of hazy clouds. A lone woman stands upon a pillar in a clearing surrounded a murky forest. A terrifying mask concealed her face from view. Bodies of Shinigami and Hollows alike lie beneath her, motionless. The smell of their bloody corpses fills the night air. They are the fallen prey of the masked woman now towering above them. They are deceased, deceased. And they have been stricken down by the very definition of a warrior. A living tribute of instinct. Thoughts, feelings, personal attachments. None of these exist within the empty halls of her mind. Yet… is this really who she is? A heartless soldier and slave to her inner impulses? Her body is nothing but a vessel for a soul, a single soul. Yet there are two beings fighting to own it. Today her body answers to the name Hakuyen Kisamana. Tomorrow… Mesuinu?

With a loud gasp, Kisamana awoke. She had been beleaguered by the repetition of this very dream. Was this her future? Was this her destiny? Or was it simply that, a dream?

Kisa peered out her bedroom window. Her room was one of three in her decently sized home, and she slept on the top floor. This gave the woman a pleasant, second story view. Her door was open and the cool night air gave the woman an uncomfortable draft. Her skin was dripping with sweat. Not to be taken under pretext, there had been no late night occurrences the a few hours before. No, she was simply riled by the constant recurrence of the very same dream. There could only have been one culprit, that wretched woman Mesu. These dreams have gone on for several months and have drastically affected her business and social life. Her shop ran out of stock, her closest people began complaining that she snaps at them… well, more than the usual. Kisa simply had not been Kisa for the past few months. This had to come to an end.

Within the next four minutes, the three-hundred-and-seventy-one-year-old woman rose out of her bed, dressed herself, grabbed her Zanpakuto and headed for the door. She had not showered and she had not brushed her teeth. She did little to nothing to properly groom herself. The Vizard Council member crept quietly as to not wake the two other’s who slept in her home. The very two that masqueraded around as a couple of children. Once clothed, strapped up, and out the door, she began hearing the filthy woman’s voice calling out to her from within the depths of her mind.

“Oi!!! Bitch I know you can hear me. You’ve forgotten about me haven’t you? Used my powers as if they belonged to you. Heh. No worries. What’s mine is yours… and what’s yours is mine…”

Kisamana new clearly what that meant for it could have only had one meaning. The vile creature wanted to take control.

As the former Shinigami strolled along Karakura Town without a Gigai, her mind was riddled with the sounds of cackling and maniacal laughter. She bore with it until she finally left Karakura Town altogether. She was quickly making her way to a location, high atop a rock. The large rock sat directly under a waterfall. There was a small pond below where the water fell and stood still. The constantly falling water was simultaneously drained into a crevasse dug into the giant rock Kisamana sat upon. Kisa sat with her legs crossed and her hands placed together on her lap, pressing each fingertip with its correspondent in a meditative state. Her white tank top was completely soaked, as were her pants. Her hair had become damp since her time under the pressure of the petite waterfall. She then closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift into the realm of herself. For the first time in the last few months, Kisamana was glad to hear the raspy voice of that despicable being that resided within her. She could finally end it. It was finally going to be over. It was a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, tonight was the cold dark night where she’ll finally conquer her demon… so to speak…

“Welcome, Bitch. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?”

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“Welcome, Bitch. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?”

Kisamana opened her eyes slowly. Standing before her was the creature that was only called one by default for nothing else suited her. Standing before her was the long-haired redhead that bore her face. Her eye color was distinct to Inner Hollows and those who allow their existence to dwell within them. Standing before her was the arrogant killing machine with a one track mind. Standing before her was the embodiment of her deepest darkest desires. Standing before her was her impulse. Standing before her was none other than Mesuinu. Not only that, but she was standing atop an ocean. In fact, so was the Vizard. On top of it all, it was not an ordinary ocean. The water was visibly whiter in color than your typical ocean view. The sky was a dark blue and coated with thousands among thousands of stars. There was a chilly breeze blowing through the area, rippling the water and blowing through their hair. On the bright side, Mesu was unarmed. She held no Zanpakuto. Sadly, there was most likely a reason for the woman to challenge Kisamana without a bladed weapon. However, she was wearing the outfit Kisa gains when in her Bankai. On the down side, Tashi was no where in sight. She was on her own. It was just her… and that… thing.

“These games end now. You may consider my warning Mesu, or you may consider the taste of my cold blade.”

Kisa gave the horrid woman a cold dead stare. Mesu merely broke out in laughter as the woman who was beneath her made frightening gestures and idle threats. Calming her laughter, Mesu replied.

“Damn woman, you’ve become extremely arrogant in my absence. Have you forgotten? I never left. My silence is to be feared more than those dreams that kept you up. I’ve set things into motion. I control the lesser half of this masterpiece you’ve created. That pathetic Tashi has finally fallen. She is now a part of me instead of the other way around. And soon… you will be too.”

Mesu spoke in a calm and controlling tone, establishing the chain of command and placing herself at the top despite the current owner of the ageless vessel. Kisamana kept her eyes locked onto her target as Mesuinu simply waved a hand. From this simple action, two dragons made entirely of this white water rose up from the surface of the previously calm ocean and came crashing down on the woman.

Kisamana utilized her Shunpo and sidestepped the first dragon while jumping four meters into the sky. As the second was about to strike, she sidestepped that as well. Now above the crashing dragons she held her Shikai blade tightly and sent several waves of white water crescents at Mesu. Mesu didn’t move a single muscle as the water rose up in front of her and created a ‘Junsei Hitoku’. The risen shield withstood every blast. With a malicious smirk, Mesu waved her hand once and three large dragons made of rabidly rotating white water rose up. Each was a meter in front of her and a meter beside themselves. The three water dragons zoomed towards Kisamana with incredible speed. The woman was in a defensive stance as her Zanpakuto was caught in the agape jaws of the monstrous attack. The dragon that had clamped down onto her then soared upwards high into the sky. With it, the other two followed, each hoping to get a bite out of the woman.

A simple slash, powered by her Shiromizu weakened the dragon enough for her to let a hand off her blade without being engulfed by it. With her momentarily free hand a massive spurt of flames blew from her palm. It was a high-powered Abolishing Flames. It was aimed into the dragon’s mouth. A magnificent glow could be seen as the orange flames visibly moved along the insides of his body. Then, as steam emitted from his gargantuan form, it eventually erupted, blasting water and immense reiatsu in every which direction. This, of course, sent the already airborne Kisamana flying insanely off balance as the second one charged in. In the nick time, she whipped herself around and performed another Kidou. Reciting the poetic incantation of the Part Two Great Seal, the Vizard covered the attack from head to toe in spiritual fabric. The beast attack was then punctured by numerous blades, and finally, a colossal cube of metal fell upon the dragon, dispersing it. However, as this occurred, the final dragon came up from Kisa’s left. She had no time to stop it. The opened jawed beast swallowed the woman whole. Struggling to fight the immense pain, the woman struck at the beast several times, sending more Shiromizu down its body. Eventually it shattered into racing water droplets and spiritual energy as well.

Kisamana stood there, over two hundred feet in the air. She was breathing heavily. Her body was battered, her clothing was torn. And her face was most terrifying. For it was that subtle hatred glare. At first glance it appears to be calm and serene; however, a closer look would be able to enlighten the poor bastard who’d think that. Her eyes were brimming with hatred on catastrophically frightening levels.

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The inner sanctity of ones mind was closed realm where only they can dwell. No one else is supposed to enter. However, a Shinigami’s life forces one to share this realm with the soul of their closest ally combatant, the soul of their Zanpakuto, though this rarely serves as a problem since the two quickly form a symbiotic relationship. Or rather one looks out to prolong and enrich the life of the other. However, the life of a Vizard is less pleasant. To become a Vizard, one must have already been a Shinigami. All Shinigami at some point take the life of a Hollow. The vast majority of Shinigami’s have extreme hatred towards the race as well. Vizards are the unfortunate Shinigami to be plagued with an Inner Hollow that wreaks havoc within this realm. The relationship between a Vizard and their Inner Hollow is never as pleasant as that between a Vizard and their Zanpakuto spirit. The two are always in a constant fight for control. It eventually gets to the point that the body is no longer the body of the Vizard, but a mere vessel for the winner of the fight to parade around in. One such battle was going on within the sanctities of the inner realm that was the mind of Hakuyen Kisamana.

Within the realm, Kisa was completely sane and doing her best to fend off Mesu’s attacks. Outside her mind, however, her reiatsu was bursting to its limits. Her entire upper body was covered in a white carapace. There was a mane of fur hugging her neck and going down her back to about mid-spine. There were also minute white furs along her forearms and abdomen. Her chest was slightly larger than normal, as were her arms and shoulders. Her upper body seemed naked, though her preciousness wasn’t defined. It was more glossed over with a smooth white covering. She had a mask completely covering head. Only her legs, hands, and the frontal portion of her forearms retained their human shapes.

The woman’s spiked reiatsu would easily gain the attention of those nearby. She rose up from her meditative state. The psychotic gleam in her eye was undeniable. She was not in control, and neither was Mesuinu. So who exactly WAS in control? Nothing but her instincts I’d assume. Kisamana turned her head upwards towards the moon and let out a howl. In doing so, her reiatsu made another spike, though not as significant as the last. Looking down, she looked straight back out, swung her arms out to their respective sides and howled again. This time, two glowing white orbs of death and destruction began swirling around in front of her palms and evolving. They eventually grew to the desired sized and where fired off, growing again as they traveled. They became to immensely large, white Ceros that now blasted through the trees, destroying all in its wake.

Kisamana continued to howl with a slight screech in her voice. She was moments away from a rampage… wonder who'll stop her…