The Seven Powers of the Seven Kingdoms.

The Soul king sat at the highest throne atop a thousand cloud formed steps. He's in a meditative state, seeing, hearing knowing everything with life. But recently, a large portion of life vanished, all including the shogun.

Eyes closed, the king shook his head, beside him two guards trusted enough to stand a step below him.

He opened his eyes, still confused by what the dai-shogun was doing, but like in a dream state, he knew, time flew differently in the highest plane, he shook his head, right before the connection of all worlds broke, he shook his head once more.

The shogun fell, and the living world together with it. He was disappointed yet not unforgiving, after all, even the hellions of hell were brothers, he understood them, in the slightest bit.

Kami stood up slow and ordered the female knight positioned like an unmoving statue. Only when he spoke did it live. It turned only to look at the Spirit king.

Seemingly knowing what to do even without orders.

"Summon the 7 kings." Kami ordered, the Knight understood, leaving its post, leaving an explosion of feathers.

And so they gather once more, the 7 finding kings under the Spirit kings command.

First arrived the captain and commander of Gotei 13, beside him casket floating on its own, it was the casket of Hajime Yukimura.

"Kami." Hanzo bowed down to the king. Two of the 7 are now there, one dead, one pretty much still alive.

Next to him, ghost like, if not for the wind that came upon its arrival, she would be unnoticeable, a second she was nothing, the next, in shinigami like form. Aoyama Sachiko, the Knight the king sent. She was the one carrying the casket of the late shogun, the expression in her face unreadable, stoic, silent, serious. She was bowing, not only to the king, but also to the ex captain and commander.

Hanzo took his post, stood atop a bottomless pillar, seemingly standing over the clouds.




7 pillars stood, leaving little space for the next, Hanzo sat, eyes closed, and waited.

Not long after, 5 other cloaked figures flew the clouds, like they were roofs, all wearing white cloaks with the same golden engravings, only Hanzo wore differently.

Next to Hanzo he stood, an impossibly short creature, covered in white cloak, as he removed it, his identity is revealed. The head master of Quincy academy, Jacob Blackwood.

One after the other, they arrived, for them a pillar stood, the pillars of heaven, the pillars that held the world together for so long.

He threw his robe like the Quincy, Alfred Alstein leader of the Minamoto Clan, Ruler of Etheria, the world of magic and previous Captain of the 12th Division.

Next to Alfred arrived the only female member of the kings. Freya, the Queen of Hell, once the wife of Satan, now a ghost of time, forever living, forever watching, uninvolved, and only answers to the soul king.

Another one arrived, the oddest of them all, moving on different directions like a drunk disoriented puppet, he dropped on a pillar like someone sat him. His face covered in bandages. He represented Le Morgue, the Judges, not much is known about them, only that they exist, and they rarely get involved in inter world affairs, all except if summoned by the soul king directly, like such occasion.

And, alas the slowest of them all, the only human in the group, representing the human race, Freud or what they all call him, Dr.Black, a judge of time under an organization called the company.

He was slow, but he managed to arrive quick, despite all that's happened, and despite the troubles that brought them here.

Originally, the the king summoned the 6 kings to mourn the lost of the 7th, the representative of Soul Society, but do to his passing and the events that followed, the meeting became necessary for the continuity of there own world, the one they made together, the one they protected for all time.

His voice was soft and low, but it roared like thunder across the sky. "Freya, your son... What are his plans?" The first words out of the Kings mouth was a question to Freya.

"He wills his own, my lord." she spoke, soft and certain, she was sure he knew what she meant when she replied, she hasn't seen him in so long, not since he was exiled from hell, not since she threw him away. After that day, she was a ghost, the dead of the dead. Always, and always will be living, forever and ever.

Freud was silently listening, but he just had to ask out of curiosity. "My.. uhm.. How do you go about this." He was unsure of what to do for, he wasnt really the usual representative, the one who was supposed to be here bailed on the job the last minute, so he took the job instead. "Your highness." He was able to choke out. "I dont intend to be rude in this meeting, But im curious as to what will happen to my world?" he asked as politely as he can.

Everyone's eyes was on him, all of them, mirrored his expression.

Uncertainty. Freud is always sure, always smart and always right. But at the given moment, he was unsure, lost and confused, just like all of them there.

The king was gonna say something they all probably knew the moment it happened. It was disappointing, yet still true, and the only truth at the moment.

"As you may all be aware... The Shogun has passed... One of the 7 kings, the 7 key founders this world." Kami explained in no rush. "He being the strongest of the 7, held... no, rather, protected something...

An object we all know and call the hourglass... This mysterious object that holds all the worlds together, Lucifer... The son of Satan, stole it."

Kami continued.

"The hourglass... is capable of creating worlds... and the reverse, and so many other things unthinkable... This scary object... It now belongs to Lucifer."

Everyone was silent, but Freud's thoughts kept running through his head, and later, when he could not contain it he spoke, human as he was, his patience was limited, his knowledge never enough compared to the 'others' as humans call them.

"Not to disrespect, My lord, but that doesn't answer what will or has happened to our world... the Human world."

"Freud" Kami said worry reaching his face for the first time that meeting. "To tell you honestly, even i dont have the answer to that, but rest assured, the living world still exists."

Kami closed his eyes, lifted his head and sighed. "And this world still exists for reasons that puzzles me even more." He continued. "Something replaced the living world, it saved this world from its destruction, I would assume Lucifer didn't anticipate that."

Alfred cleared his through, seemingly now prepared to speak. "I believe Lucifer didn't care, my lord, it seems, he had other plans for this world." Alfred turned to Freya then, trying to read her expression, he's known her for centuries, and it seemed like she knew something about hells affairs that she wasn't willing to share.

Freya knew she was being watched even though her eyes were closed, she's known Al longer than anyone other than her husband and the spirit king, he knew she knew something, but she thought it would be unnecessary to bring up. Besides, it was hells affair which had nothing to do with the spirit king. She opened her eyes glared back at Al who turned away the moment she did, she turned her eyes back to the spirit king and spoke. "Lucifer needed this world." was all that she said, nothing more, nothing less, she returned to her statue like state, silent and easily distracted.

The animated figure shrugs. "Sense sense, this lady makes sense" he sang then shrugs once more. "It's part of the condition, condition." the figure shrugs as smoke puffed in front of him taking form of a contract. Le Morgue has duplicates of demon contracts, and he believes someone made a contract with Lucifer. All it says is. "Hell be mine, world be yours, the key to the kingdoms, be ours to hold."

Hanzo shook his head in disbelief. "Hell be mine?" He questions. "What does that even mean?" he continued a frown in his face, his hands folded across his chest, fuming.

"Oh" Kami says seemingly already piecing the big picture together. His Oh seemed to have caught everyone's attention unintentionally of course. "It seems, Hanzo, that you disbanded the 13 divisions too early, are you sure that everyone did what you assumed they would do?" Kami held an index finger up, closed his eyes then folded his arms. "It seems... what i had suspected happen..." Kami spoke in riddles. "Someone of our own... betrayed us."

No wonder they were able to kill the Shogun, if he had known they were enemies, he wouldn't have. "Clever..." Kami had to admit defeat and applaud them, but it wasn't a funny joke.

Someone wanted to play god... and someone wanted to play demon god.. paralyzing the balance of everything. "Clever..." Kami thought again.

"and what of your needs my Lady...?"

Echoing in the room, the dry english accent is heard by everyone in the room. All the while, the darkness of the room, excluding the shadows of the 7 kings began to flow along the room to one point. The point of orgin of the voice. From the ground the darkness rose and continued to rise until it was around just under 5 foot in the air. the darkness formed to be almost human-like, with the exceptions to the wings on the back or the arms bound by a straight jacket.

When the darkness dissipated into the room where they belonged again A man was seen. Red eyes, black hair and blue lines on the clothing. Accompanied by his metal wings, signifying how far he has fallen. One a powerful angel, now in the darkest circle of hell as the ruler there, until he is overthrown or the king of hell chooses someone else. The souls of the damned surrounded him, floating around him screaming into his mind. To the Soul king And the late Hajime Yukimura, he was known as Azazel. However with his falling, he has taken the name Ronove.

"perhaps i can assist this matter"

Freya unfroze as she heard him, she turned with the same stoic expression, only this time, worry burning under her eyes. "Azazel." she said, she was not fond of his new name, even after his falling. With this name, they will recognize him, and not attack him as a fallen. He was once one of them, one of heavens soldiers.

For a moment she was alert, studying everyone's expression, but felt safe enough, not without the spirit kings presence.

"Hell" Freya asked afraid of what he may say. "Who rules hell now?"

Not the slightest bit taken aback, Kami looked with worry in his eyes much like Freya, but he knew who this being was, he smiled at him as he welcomed him by saying his true name. "Azazel" fallen or not, he was like family to the king, everyone in his kingdom was family, something to protect, something to welcome back with a smile.

It seemed Freya asked the question that was on everyone's mind. His eyes was locked on Azazel, waiting for his response.

The other 5 kings were as calm as the spirit king, but the Angel guards were not. Sachiko kept close eye on Azazel knowing his kind well, they're unpredictable and neither of the two, something in between. She turned to her sister, wondering what she was thinking.

The other statue like figure opened her eyes, her sister was watching her and she knew, but she wasn't gonna be bothered by this, a fallen is a fallen, and they were something else, but if it was okay with everyone else, then she was fine with it, she stood guard, but still weary of his actions.