After that first visit in her Inner Sanctum through jinzen, Agito was desperate to go back. There was just too many questions that needed answers and now that she knew that she was getting somewhere, she wanted to meet her zanpakuto. Besides, the next morning she would be training more with Ukuru-sensei and it would be more helpful actually having her zanpakutou ready than to just go without.

So late at night, when the whole manor was asleep, Agito lied on her back and focused deeply on the burning sensation she could feel throughout her limbs. She felt so hot and to latch onto the river of lava in her blood was painful but she slowed her breathing and leapt into the magma.

Awareness of the world faded.

The sound of a raging fire welcomed her within.

Agito opened her eyes and she was back. But there was something different. Everything was on fire. Everything was alive. It was still night time with the stars twinkling overhead. But before the fire had been more red and orange than yellow or white. Now though, the fire was golden.

Sparkling gold glowing white it nearly blinded her but this was her own soul. Despite the initial flinching to the brightness, she didn't react to the change other than looking around.

The wind and screaming from before was gone. The forest was as still as a forest fire could be. Agito walked through the woods, looking for any signs of the earlier turmoil that upended her rage and reiatsu in one single visit.

"Hello!" she called out, wanting her zanpakuto to appear before her, "I know you're out there so come out!"

She wandered for a while, changing direction whenever she wanted cause this was her soul goddamn it, she wasn't going to act desperate! She arrived at ... a place. A very weird place. It was a clearing just like any other, nothing remarkable.

Other than there was something smeared all over the tree bark. The pine needles didn't seem to be stained with it, it looked like the trees were bleeding. One fire and bleeding from within. Agito edged to her trees closer, never fearing the flames that licked at her skin. She touched the liquid and recoiled at the feeling of ... oil?

It was a black tar. It oozed and signed from the golden light and it was disgusting and odd compared to the rest of her surroundings.

"What the fuck?" she muttered.

"You shouldn't be here."

Agito didn't know that voice. It was a voice that carried the weight of prophecy. It had an accent that she didn't recognize and how the hell cant she recognize it? She only knew one language.

She stepped back from the bleeding trees and turned to look at her zanpakuto.

All she saw was red.

His skin was red, all of it, covered in blood. He was ridiculously tall, like six-foot-seven-inches tall, broad and muscular. He looked like a centurion Roman soldier, dressed only in a skirt of pleated leather, a belt of brass, barefoot and bare chest except for the black cape that fluttered from his shoulders down to the ground. At his back were six massive wings.

Two were at his neck and drawn up past his head to look like a Valkyrie crown. Two, the largest, were spread the farthest he could go and though they didn't so much as flutter, somehow they kept him levitating above the forest floor. The largest wings were huge, stretching nearly forty feet in diameter, so big they dwarfed the spirit they were attached to, but they didn't subtract from the power of him, no his enlarged wings only added to the presumed power of him. The last two wings were at his lower back, nearly his hips and were enfolded over his feet. His wings were not made of feathers, but of gold. The metal glittered in the firelight and any other person would be dazzled at the beautiful display but Agito was a bit more pessimistic and noticed the red blood dripping off the razor sharp edge of every single feather.

Agito looked her zanpakuto in the eye and regretted it.

His face was the face of a high born faerie elf. Perfectly beautiful it was completely inhuman. He was so beautiful but only the most beautiful things hide the most deadliest. Agito was convinced that whoever her zanpakuto is, no matter how awesome, gorgeous, or whatever positive adjective she would want to describe him ... he must be just as lethal, perhaps even more so.

"Are you my zanpakuto?" Agito asked. The spirit didn't answer. His eyes, though they weren't eyes so much as fire pits burning in empty eye sockets, looked impassively down at his beholder.

"You are aren't you? Your my-"

"You are the Beholder: That Which Excludes."

"What?" she demanded because she didn't like at all what her zanpakuto just said.

"Yes," the spirit said, "You will serve well."

"I serve nothing but myself!" Agito snapped, "In fact, you serve me since you're the zanpakuto!!"

"Zanpakuto," the spirit repeated as if trying out the word on his tongue for the first time, "Yes, you need a sword. I shall give you one." Before Agito could ask what the hell was going on because was too confused, there was a burning sensation in her hand. With a yelp, she dropped the object that was, to her surprise, a zanpakuto! It was her zanpakuto, in its sealed state, a silver katana with a blood red hilt and a circular hand-guard that looked like molten metal violently cooled.

"What is your name?" Agito asked, returning to a script she knew. She picked back up the blade, turning its perfect weight in her hands.

"A name?" the spirit asked.

"Yes, she said, "You have a name. I need it. Tell me your name."

"My name," the spirit said straightening up as if calling some ancient power, "-is מִיכָאֵל."

"What?" she asked cause what the hell did he say? Ukuru-sensei once said that in the beginning most Shinigami cant hear their zanpakuto's name, that it sounds like nothing or pure gibberish. But this ... sounded like something. Like he said a name in some other tongue.

"מִיכָאֵל"

"Mai-" Agito cut herself off, trying to sound out the words on her tongue, "Mai-ki-e-ru? Maikieru? Mai-"

She coughed once and said, "Michael?"

The spirit smiled, revealing a dozen needle like teeth.

"Yes," he said sounding very pleased, "Michael."

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