7th March 1867 A.D
The Seiretei is Currently Under Attack
The smoke was thick, weighing down on all who dared linger within its toxic haze. It seemed never ending; it blotted out the sun, and accompanied the burning inferno that engulfed all in sight, forcing the wooden frames to crackle and splinter the flames. All around, once strong buildings gave a groan before crashing into rubble; spilling out onto the streets, or collapsing in on themselves, and causing sparks to fly upwards, catching the wind and creating new fires throughout the Seiretei, painting the sky behind the smoke orange.
A sharp clang of metal against metal rang out above the roar of the blaze, bloodshed and fighting war came hand in hand with such destruction, and while the sound of battle rang out, screams of Shinigami followed, Zanpakuto tore through flesh and bone, causing blood to paint the nearby ground and walls. For a moment, if one closed their eyes, that was all they heard; there was no peace to be found in such a place, and shutting it out for a moment of silence was impossible. However, if one made the mistake of shutting their eyes long enough, they’d surely find silence in the sweet embrace of death, for the enemy were everywhere. Friends fought friends, family stabbed one another in the back, comrades turned on comrades, all for what they thought was right.
But what good could come from such bloodshed.
How had such a grim scene come to be?
How could Shinigami turn on their own? Divisions fighting within themselves, Captain against Captain… and for what? For what reason was blood shed so needlessly.
It was for a single man his mission.
His mission to become the new King.
Division 1 Barracks
Atop the 1st Divisions barracks, through the thick smoke, the silhouette of a man stood, only lit up by the rising flames behind him, his face occasionally being lit as the flames licked around his form. The Head Captain himself, a small grin upon his features. For years he’d been silently working away at his plan, recruiting loyal followers to his side in the shadows through manipulation and lies - promises to fulfill their greed, simply so he could turn them on one another. His recruits blindly followed him, even to their deaths, which was exactly they would all meet. Through chess board planning, the Head Captain had assembled a strong enough force to combat itself. He knew exactly who would side with him and who would not, it had taken many years, mysterious deaths, promotions, demotions, nurturing… it had taken his all - and as he watched over the scene before him, he knew it had been worth it.
He'd needed only target five other Captains, for their Squads would blindly follow, regardless of their own beliefs... and if they didn't they'd be cut down. Fear was the tool that had made most comply; if they were to disobey their Captains, they'd be killed and if they tried to join the resistance, they'd be deemed a liar and be cut down. Fear was truly a funny thing - it could make a person act in ways they never would rationally, it could make them do awful things to their fellow Shinigami. A world living in fear was not a part of the Head Captains ideal vision he had for the world, however; he wanted there to be only peace. No more needless bloodshed, after thousands of years of death and war. But he knew that to pave the road to peace, there needed to be blood; a final war.
Alone he could not do this. Had he started this alone he'd be helpless to resist the strength of twelve other Captains, backed by their Lieutenants and then their entire divisions. He'd have died in no time; but pitting them against one another however, well, the grisly scene before him spoke for itself. Not one sacrifice. however, was in vain, to him. He truly believed he was creating a better world… a better future. But as we all know, there can be no gain without first, sacrifice.