"What a nice scene," complemented Sosuke Aizen. Frost clung to the walls and pillars. Tiny snowflakes hung suspended in midair. Red blood was splattered and a pool sat still warm from Hinamori's body. "It's not the season for it. But it's not bad seeing ice at this time of year. Agito, do something about it. Let's go."

I raised my reiatsu up just enough to burn off the excess frozen reiatsu that still lingered from Toushiro's presence and departure.The lightest bit of steam rose into the air and vanished. All that remained was the blood. I followed Aizen and Gin out and was pleasantly surprised to see someone in our way.

"I thought you would be here, Aizen-taichou," said Unohana-taichou, leader of the fourth Company. "I should not call you 'taichou' anymore, should I. Treacherous reprobate, Aizen Sosuke."

"Thank you, Unohana-taichou." I didn't pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Mine eyes wandered to the two people behind Unohana. Her lieutenant and someone who I never expected to see again. My sister, Rue Diabolos.

She had grown up. I could tell by her expression of calm grief, like she's been suffering for so long her face got stuck there. Her hair was long enough to be pulled into a tight bun on top of her head and two twisted ropes of hair dangled down to mid back. Her Shinigami robe was modified into a yukata with the wide sleeves slit and billowing down to her knees. Her medical pack was turned into an obi which made a creative twist on her whole look.

Strangely enough, she had tattoos on her face. A black hanging moon at the center of her forehead. Three small stars dripped from the moon down her nose. At her chin was a rising pyramid. Starting from her outer eye corner and down under the cheekbone, ferns curled and barely touched her mouth. I knew that if I looked closer there would be hidden words, wards, and sigils from all sorts of beliefs. I wanted to laugh.

Here I was a Warrior Queen and now my twin sister shows up dressed as a Witch Doctor. Two mighty forces on two different fronts.

"Wha-When did he take-" Our attentions were broken by the sudden shock that broke the seriousness in the room. Aizen had a disgusting version of his dead body lifted up by one hand as if this was show and tell. It was disgusting because even now, after so long a time exposed to his zanpakuto's ability, I still cannot see a flaw. It truly looked like a dead body of Aizen's twin. How cruel the comparison seems when my own twin sister was in front of me.

"When did I take it out? No, I've had it in my hand this whole time. But up until this moment I simply didn't have it take its intended form."

"What do you mean?!"

"You'll understand soon enough. Watch carefully. Here goes, Shatter, Kyouka Suigetsu." The body rippled and shattered like pieces of mirror formed from water. What was left was Aizen's Zanpakuto. I inwardly grimaced. All the lieutenants in the Seireitei were enthralled in Aizen's complete hypnosis power. And just now as Unohana bares witness, she too has become a victim.

I turn my attention back to Rue for a moment as Aizen explains his ability. I don't care. I already know all about it. What did I care for him when all I care about was my own half. Rue was already looking at me. The sorrow and grief that clearly aged her had come back with a vengeance. Tears welled up but unlike fifty years ago where they would rain without restraint, the tears held back. I grew sad for this. I wish for time. I wish for peace. And above all I wish the world for my little sister. However, I know the truth. This story is not going to end well.

Her mouth barely opens to speak to me but a white ribbon swirls around us in a transportation spell. The desperation in her eyes turns to panic and she shouts, "Agi-!!!" before I hear nothing.

The transportation spell worked. We were now on the Hill of Soukyoku. Joining us was Tosen and a lieutenant whom I don't know. In his arms was Rukia, still weak from her drained reiatsu.

"Welcome, Abarai-kun," Aizen greets. "Put down Kuchiki Rukia and step aside."

The shock was palpable in the air. It didn't matter to me. There were so many people today who have been shocked by Aizen's "resurrection" it nauseated me that no one could take the initiative to kill the bastard.

"My, my. That was a tearful reunion, Diabolos-sama," teased Gin.

"Gin," I say, "Shut your mouth. Or else I'll rip it off." I glare at the albino snake. I wasn't in the mood for teasing or some twisted form of psychological warfare. I turn away from I could see his reaction. This was some twisted form of torture. I know it.

We seen each other, alive and well. But we didn't speak. Rue will ponder and stew in her grief and confusion and though I am happy that she is alive, I don't like the fact that we are still in the same situation as we were before. It was cruel that Aizen didn't plan this meeting between us two. Which means Fate, or Destiny, had a hand in it. Was it fate that we see each other again as a small mercy or Destiny to torture us both?

Abarai was fighting Aizen, a losing battle. I paid no mind. All I cared about was the future in the next few minutes. Who will come and bare witness? Who will see me with the Devil's spawn-no-, I am Diabolos, he cannot be called Devil's spawn. He is a wretched beast concocted in toxic swamps. He is the dragon that rises out of the ocean depths and claims to be God. I have Michael. I must kill him. I am Diabolos. I must aid him.

The hypocrisy in my two natures astounds me.

"Yo!" I whipped my head around because oh dear. The betrayal on his face when he sees me will be delicious. "Why are you crouching on the ground? Is Rukia that heavy? I've come to help, Renji!"

To say I was surprised he appeared was an overestimate. Rukia was here which meant Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't too far behind. He was in his full Bankai form, power filling his physical abilities more so than any fancy show up. His reiatsu was thicker, a little darker than what I've known before. He had certainly grown stronger in such a short amount of time. A tiny sprout of pride unfurled deep within my chest. We may become enemies within the amount of time it takes for him to realize that I'm no ally.

"Sorry, I was thinking about what I'd do and didn't notice the boy coming," Gin apologized. But I don't think he just simply didn't notice. Gin notices everything. He must so that later whatever he finds he can use as a weapon. I believe Gin just didn't stop the boy because stirring emotions and changing a dire situation is fun to him.

"That's okay. The difference between one speck of dust and two isn't something you can see with your eyes," Aizen said as an insult. Ichigo and Renji began to speak and quickly form a plan of action. A rather foolish one at that.

"Let's get this double team started, Renji!" Foolish indeed. But I was pleasantly amused when Renji used the shattered pieces of his zanpakuto that were scattered and surrounding Aizen to create a pin pointed shrapnel attack.

"Higa Zekkou!" Ichigo uses the split second where the shrapnel should hit its mark to try and lay a fatal wound. However, Aizen is not so weak as two inexperienced Shinigami could easily overwhelm him by teaming up. In fact, it was laughable.

With one finger Aizen stopped Ichigo's oncoming attack and slashed through his abdomen, blood splattering across the dusty rock. From dust we were made, so shall we return.

Aizen easily took care of Renji and made his way over to the main climax of his plan which involved Rukia's death. Whatever happened next didn't matter to me. Something itched in the back of my mind and when I focused in on it, I realized that Soul Reapers by the dozen were grouping together to try and stop our terrorizing ways.

"Gin, Tosen," I called out quietly so our enemy may not know our awareness.

"Ah, so fast, Diabolos-sama. Truly impressive," spoke Gin.

"Quiet," said Tosen.

"Does he plan that we kill all of them?" I ask.

"There would be no war then and it would be dull." I can sense the grouping Shinigami edging closer and closer the more Aizen speaks until-

"AIZEN!!!" screamed Komamura-taichou of the eighth Company. The taichou, someone who I had never seen before and never thought it could be possible, had the form of a coyote. It was oddly fitting that a coyote, believed all over the world to be a trickster god, a harbinger of Death to be a Shinigami. He thrust his Zanpakuto downward with a heavy hand. When the dust and smoke cleared, Aizen had stopped his thrust with one hand.

"How can you still laugh, Aizen?!" He thrust again and more dust was kicked up in the fight. "For all your lies and betrayal of us all, I shall give you no mercy!" What could a coyote, trickster god, do to the beast of ocean deep? In this metaphor, Aizen has the power to start the Apocalypse, Ragnarok and Armageddon. He is starting the end of the world. What could a little god do against that. Nothing.

I cared not for Tosen's betrayal towards his so called friend. I cared not for Aizen's monologuing and layers upon layers of evil plans that have lead to this moment. All I cared for was to become cruel. The end is nigh and a heart on this war front would be a nuisance. I did not become Reina de Hueco Mundo for my feminine qualities. I became Reina because Aizen needed an infallible defense.

"Agito," he called out to me and I could hear an order on the tip of his tongue. "Kill her." I look back and see Rukia dangling from his fingertips. It was clear who I had to kill. It was clear what would happen when I did.

Ichigo stared like it was the first time seeing me. Which was true. He only knew human me. Or sensei me. He never knew me as cruel. It's time to correct that thinking I unsheathed Michael and pointed the very tip at Rukia's prone body.

"Smite, angel," I said and a beam of white hot flame shot at the near speed of light.

"AGITO!!!" screamed Ichigo in fury and horror but it was unneeded. Rukia was safe. Byakuya Kuchiki crouched down, holding Rukia with a sizable hole in his side from when my flame pierced his side. He was already wounded beforehand. Now he was half dead. My flame had retracted and my blade was cooling. There was nothing now to stop Rukia from dying. And Aizen had enough. As she screamed for her old brother's life (when did that happen?) Aizen went to unsheathe his zanpakuto. It wasn't meant to be.

"What a nostalgic face!" Aizen greeted as two women of an unmerciful nature corner him with their blades. Yoruichi and her most loyal follower, Soi Fong. While they were fearsome in a fight and would most definitely beat Aizen in a battle of speed, Aizen had more power by calling the three giant gate keepers.

I sighed, this battle is getting long and tiresome. I was quickly losing interest in my surroundings even if more and more people start showing up on the war front. Well, that was until a very cold blade was pressed into the tender part of my neck, slowly but surely stealing the warmth of my blood.

"Move, and I'll kill you," Toushiro Hitsugaya threatened, beyond pissed off. Probably from his memories of Hinamori's dying body. She's alive still. If she wasn't, he wouldn't have wasted the pleasantries of trying to capture me alive.

"Toushiro-kun," I mused, "It's so good to see you again."

"Sorry taichou," shouted Gin, "She got me!" The she in question was Rin Matsumoto by my remembrance. An old "friend" of Ichimaru. A teasing weakness if I've ever seen one. We were completely surrounded by Shinigami of numerous caliber. Was I worried? No. Aizen likes an audience for his theatrical exit. There's no way he would simply be stopped here.

"Why?" asked a very tensed Toushiro behind me. I was still and let him speak, "Why would you do this...?"

"Why would I indeed," I said, "It's not like they still call me a Rabid Dog."

"You're better than this!" Toushiro shouted and I can guess where his mind is. Someone who, like him, was a mutt of the slums and killed a noble out of bad blood and was still an honorable sensei in his mind. Why would I side with Aizen?

"You're right I am better than this," I agreed. "Better than a Rabid Dog title. Better than just mere respect and honor. Where I'm going...I'm Queen like I rightfully deserve."

"Get away, Soi Fong!" screamed Yoruichi which was the only warning given before a beam of light from the sky struck us. Toushiro had heeded that warning and I was free from his frost. I turned around to look at him and grin in perverse pleasure.

"Impossible!" Toushiro whispered. His eyes were near crazed in white hot fury, disbelief, and desperation.

"I like that look in your eyes," I compliment. "Makes you look like me."

"MENOS GRANDE!!!" From the sky the dimensions were ripped and Gillian hollows stuck their head out to taste to reiatsu thick air and atmosphere. The beam of light was actually a different dimension altogether, one that lifted me up to go back to Hueco Mundo.

I couldn't help but laugh at the expressions of the Shinigami at my feet. I am not all powerful and am hardly a Queen but right now at this moment, I felt like a Goddess. If I were, I would be a cruel one.

"I'll be waiting for you, Shinigami! Make me wait and-

I shall raze Seireitei to the ground."