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Gasping for breath, the female took a glance behind her and sneered. "So the freak brought us back. Wonder what shit it'll make us do this time."
"I'm guessing it has something to do with these two," the male on the left said.
The other male wagged its tongue and leered at her while fondling itself. "Now that's one helluva bird. I'd think I'd like to play with her."
Ignoring them, Grayfia said, "Remember Ichigo-kun, you must burn the Sinners with your hellfire if they are to be returned to the Fields of Punishment. If not, we will have to drag them back the long way."
When she didn't get a response, Grayfia turned towards him and was shocked to see Ichigo with his head in in his hand. Concern immediately flooded her eyes. "Ichigo-kun? What's wrong?" She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him.
"Hah! One of them's already lost it!" The female Sinner wheezed.
"KIiL"
A maniacal light entered the Sinners eyes as a harsh pink light glowed from within their mouths.
"The bitch is mine!"
Grayfia cast a quick glance towards the Sinner before looking at Ichigo once more. What had happened to Ichigo? Why wasn't he responding? While she could effortlessly deal with the Sinners and the necromancer, the whole point of this incursion was for Ichigo to do it.
"There is no escape…"
Grayfia scrutinized Ichigo with fret as she barely made out his whisper. Had the sight of the necromancer and the raising of the dead been too much for the boy? It was then that the acidic smell of Sulfur burned into her nostrils.
Grayfia yelped as she was forced to pull her hand off Ichigo's shoulder as it burned her.
"There is no MERCY!"
The temperature in the underground chamber skyrocketed until the air became scalding and stifling. A suffocating pressure of malevolence and volcanic fury crushed down on all the occupants of the room. The heat generated from her young companion distorted the air and surrounded him in a violent haze.
As Ichigo's hand fell away from his face and as he stood tall, Grayfia was stunned by the change that overcame his features. Visage grim and cruel, Ichigo's irises raged in crimson hellfire.
The shadows in the chamber twisted and arced as if they had come to life and, while she had no idea of what had happened, the three Sinners seemed to have fallen in a state of pure, unadulterated terror.
"No, I'm not going back, I'm not going back" the female Sinner, shook her head frantically. She then shrieked. "NO!"
"Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,FUCK! You've got to be shitting me…there's no way I'm heading back there!" The crude male roared.
"Quickly!" The third male shouted. "Kill him!"
She gathered her demonic power as all three Sinners gained a fanatic look in their eyes and rushed at Ichigo however, Ichigo himself deftly raised his arm and thick chains of blackened metal thrust from seemingly nowhere and wrapped the Sinners in unbreakable bonds. All three of them struggled wildly, their synthetic flesh hissing and burning under their fiendish binds.
And then, Ichigo spoke.
Transient.
Beyond life and death.
His voice, bereft of emotion, sent shivers down her spine.
'Merciless,' She thought.
Which Is The Corner That My Chain Does Not Reach?
The female screamed in horror, knowing what Ichigo's words delivered. The men, shook and fought against their bonds, possessed and frantic with all-consuming dread.
Which Is The Heart That My Darkness Does Not Devour?
Her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She could taste sweat on her lips. The throbbing in her temples reinforced by centuries of instinct that screeched at her to flee for the sake of her sanity. Each word, it felt as if some terrible judgment was being passed and Grayfia knew that if those words were directed towards her, her mind would have shattered in sheer terror.
Which Is The World That My Fire Does Not Burn?
Ichigo stood tall amidst a sea of fear and madness. His overwhelming presence crushing everyone else and Grayfia couldn't help but compare his aura to the one her husband summoned to end the civil war that had plagued their kind for centuries.
Unexpectedly, chains dragged forth the necromancer, its decrepit frame broken and limbless as the infernal bindings pieced through its chest. Letting out low guttural growls, it spoke out in some deteriorated language she could not identify.
Ichigo's head tilted, an innocent enough gesture that would have gone unheeded had his eyes not been glinting in a shadow that transcended the evil of her ancestors. His arms spread wide and a bone white substance began to leak from the corner of his eyes and out of his mouth.
Rejoice…For I Am Your Long Sought Eternity
Grayfia's world exploded in hellfire.
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