From the wreckage of the Gillian arose a creature more vile and monsterious. But more importantly, more intelligent.
The Gillian mask was raised by countless limbs supporting it. Pushed up by shoulders as heads escaped their confinement and ghasped for air.
The old mask like a beetle's shell on his back split open, revealing foil thin wings that reflected bright colors in the evening light.
From the neck grew 9 long skeletal spines, a mask giving menacing stares from each. The masks looked like the heads of praying mantis and their compound eyes glimmed red in the evening sun.

"M-my n-name..." the collective heads struggled to pronounce words. It had been so long since he remembers remembering anything.
The Shinigami came from their hiding, swords raised.
"I am Ujauja!" He howled as he his wings took him slightly off the ground.

That's when he noticed the death gods coming for him. They were heavily damaged already, and he had some new things to try out.
This was going to be fun..