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"As a merciless act of fate, stones of fire and pain rained down from the sky, smashing into our homes, and crushing the way of life we once knew...."
T H E A P O C A L Y P S E
"For too long, life has been divided by borders and politics - the poison of mankind, forever binding our progress like clots in veins. Our development as a whole has become stagnant. Men and women die for nothing, living pointless lives filled with empty ideals and hollow morals, unable to choose for themselves. The gene pool has become corrupted and weak - the wretched walk the streets freely! And ha..."
A world without borders was what they wanted; they did not care for life or society, sacrificing both to meet their goals. The Enclave and their warriors spilled into each land, erecting black towers of terrible origin, which destroyed the dimensional boundaries between all worlds.
The same land containing Soul Society was suddenly connected to the land of Earth and Hueco Mundo in an instant, linked to all these by giant portals opening throughout the worlds; the denizens of each spilled into the new lands, many in awe, and some in shock and fear.
But the amazement did not last long. They pulled meteors down to rain from the sky upon the earth, destroying nearly half of the human population... artificial storms drove humankind into hiding, battering the coasts with hurricanes and typhoons of great size. Ash from the meteors clouded the sky, blocking away the sun in an oppressive layer of grey as dust filled the air... and soon, any trace of government was destroyed by them, as their terrible red arrows rained down and destroyed police stations and government headquarters for days on end, until nothing was left but rubble, corpses and debris.
Earthquakes split apart the great white desert into a wasteland - the Menos Forest was destroyed as the land above collapsed unto it, forcing the Hollows above ground as the earth tore itself into fragments. Las Noches fell into an abyssal fault in the land, crashing against the towering walls of stone until it shattered quietly in the daunting black pit, hundreds of miles below ground... and taking with it the order of the Arrancar, leaving the white desert and it's masked warriors in disarray as they came to assassinate the surviving primera, too. Nothing remained of him but a severed finger and half a skull when they left, as a reminder to any who thought of taking his place as the lost lord of the desert...
They came to the land of the soul reapers too, blowing apart their buildings with volleys of red arrows which filled the sky, and the devastating power of their Overseer who turned the dead of the Shinigami into the Undead, unleashing a horde of walking corpses upon their great city. They overran the court of pure souls and the government of Soul Society, forever ending the law and justice which had once existed there... and killing the captain commander with it to ensure it never returned.
Even Hell was met by disaster; ice storms raged through it, brought about by their wicked devices, as demons were hunted endlessly. The seal was destroyed, allowing them to enter any world through the portals and holes in their world - but the demon empire was forever destroyed, ended by the mass genocide of their kind.
No place is safe. No order exists, besides that which the survivors make. When the meteors stopped and the storms subsided, earth was ruled by survivors and predators - those who preyed on the weak as humans had long ago, taking by force and living by strength, as the idea of civilization slowly became a memory of the past... the white desert became nothing but a swarmed feeding ground for the huge surge of hollows from the death of many humans and no shinigami to guide them to the next world. With no Espada, no lord of the desert, Hueco Mundo was the lifeless den of monsters. And the place once called Soul Society became a ruin. The dead walk it's dilapidated halls, zombies roaming through the city by the thousands. Survivors there live by whatever grace they can, hiding and barricading themselves while the noble families have forced commoners under their order, all of which claim to be the true rightful government to replace the one they have lost...
They are the takers of life, amused by the chaos. They eat as we starve, and laugh when we suffer. They are the architects of chaos and messengers of ruin... They are the Nosferatu, the Ouroburos Enclave.
And they have ended the world we used to know.
Restoration
- Soul Society
The Primera of the Espada, along with allies, has retaken Soul Society from the pillar boss, Cadmus. The pillar has been manipulated and used the rishi particles to restore Soul Society even greater than its former glories.
Currently the Espada are in control of Soul Society and have created quite the citadel where Seretei once stood. Floating above the Kingdom of Light, is the floating fortress of New Los Noches- a giant living city where hollow and arrancar alike live and serve. Anamist Souigetsu rules the Kingdom of Light as king and his little human girl, Rui Souigetsu is the ruling princess.
His hollowfied knights have swept over these lands, slaying the undead and destroying what corrupted entities remain. These knights serve as the front force of the Kingdom of Light and obey his every command whole-heartedly.
The whole "world" of Soul Society has been removed from the inter-connecting worlds and once again restored to its own dimension- now the only way to come into the Kingdom of Light, is through a gate(Senkimon, Garganta, etc)
No corruption remains, the lands are restored to vibrant life and peaceful winds, a clear sky, a shining sun, a piercing bright moon, and most of all peace.
the Kingdom of Light is open to those who seek refuge and a impenetrable fortress against those who seek chaos.
