She was going to make this quick, she was going to make this easy, and she was going to leave as quickly as possible when it was over. She despised monsters like these. She couldn't stand their murderous ways. She hated the sight of them because they reminded her how useless she had been before. Her heart twinged against her chest, or so it felt like. She hated that feeling. They made her feel so hurt, they made her feel so sad, and they made her feel so hopeless. It was annoying. It angered her. So as she twisted the metal wire around her arrow, green and blue eyes both would lock on to the hollow before her. She was above the being sitting in one of the very few trees scattered about this city as the monster lurked about sniffing out its next victim. Sadly for it, Amelie had been sent to dispatch the situation and she was given permission as always to kill on sight. For the good of the church, Amelie would need to make smooth work of this one.

As the wire was secures around her arrow, Amelie would position herself so she was... hanging upside down from the treebranch? Why? Well, she had a clearer shot that way, plus she wanted to challenge herself. So, she would place the arrow onto the bow's string and pull back as she would lock on to her target. Blue and green eyes would watch as the monster walked slowly along the ground leaving her to release her shot and hope she had calculated correctly. It seemed that she had.

The beast would release a loud scream leaving Amelie to descend from the tree by pretty much jumping out. Good thing she landed on her feet this time. The hollow would turn towards her as she sparked electricity through her skin making her a noticeable treat. However, it hadn't seemed to notice that one of its only four limbs had gone numb and was having difficulty moving, until it buckled over sending the right side of its body with it. So, here it was, toppled to the ground in front of her, but she would leave no room for mercy. Electricity would flow through her hand, down the electric wire, and into the beast that squirmed about unable to move anywhere far or fast. Amelie would release the metal wire as she had stuck another arrow onto her bow and released it directly into the center of the hollow's mask. With that pierce, it wasn't getting up again.

She had felt a sense of relief for only a moment, until she felt another strong presence. She had only been informed of one hollowed monster, but she was feeling more spiritual pressure about. It was stronger than this one, which may have qualified for a problem if Amelie hadn't been so worked up already. She didn't care how strong it was. She didn't care how evil it was. She didn't care if she died. She would kill as many hollows as possible, even if it wasn't part of her mission. She was an archbishop of the Diocese's White Order. She would live up to her title. Luckily for her, she wouldn't have to go far as it was coming right towards her.

Breaching into the world of the living from Armageddon, Demise would look out into the city of Paris. The worlds away from his own were so alive and noisy. The bright lights gleamed in his eyes, as in his mind he saw a city of crumbling from decay. He wanted to see this living city in ruination, with not a soul to be traced upon it's soil. However Demise was against committing such crimes against humanity, and not because he couldn't do it, he had others around him who they themselves did not want this outcome. Funny how a feral like Demise could be bound so easily just by family. It didn't take away from his ability to imagine the outcome.

Demise calmly made his way though a slum town of Paris, ignoring the hollows and other beings alike Demise would look down upon the living humans. His gaze was cold and reflected his thoughts on all of them, in his mind all he saw was walking corpses. The intolerable noise of their chatter and laughter made him wince at the thought of such disgusting beings existing. Actually he didn't like the thought of anything living, Demise wanted to only see deaths cold embrace clench the world and turn it to ash.

Minding his own business while walking into a forest area, a rather large Hollow made it's way in front of him. Demise's attention was immediately drawn to the creature that was blocking his path. However he did nothing and instead proceeded to walk around the creature, until it struck it's claws upon his body. Cutting his suit and drawing his metallic blood. Demise instantly snapped,(Going into Shikai) looking at the idiotic creature as he laughed maniacally. His skull flashed through his body as he kept laughing, and then his laughter turned into gargling as liquid metal began pouring profusely from his mouth and eyes. The hollow in annoyance responded with attempting hit him, however it soon found a large hand grasped upon it's now crushed wrist. It looked into the eyes of a creature worse than itself, before finding that it had been hit through a few tree's and was now 100 metres away from Demise.

Approaching the Hollow, Demise wouldn't stop smiling with his deranged grin. The Hollow attempted to crawl away, yet Demise wouldn't let it. Grabbing it by the legs and dragging it towards him. He would grasp it by the head, it's face forced to stare at Demise as he forced it's mouth open. Demise opened his mouth and began vomiting molten tungsten on it's mask and down it's throat. The creature struggled trying desperately to escape as the only noise it make was a twisted gargled of pain. Demise then left the creature to die and it turns to dust.

Demise was so in the moment that when he had killed the beast he immediately noticed the presence of another being very very close by. turning to his right side he notice a Human, no Quincy girl. He didn't do anything at first only staring with his smile. Before he immediately ran at the women like a feral animal swinging his axe with an attempt to decapitate her.

She stood in wait for whatever it was that had been heading in her direction, however it became much more complicated as she saw a man standing in her line of sight. Nonetheless, she would continue to watch him without moving as he dragged another beast from the depths of the forested area. Something was different about this man. How did he have the strength to handle a monster like that? It was afraid. She had never seen a hollow fear anything the way this one was in this moment. Why? She couldn't see the man's face. She couldn't see the look in his eyes that the hollow was so entranced by. However with him being able to accomplish such a feat, Amelie wouldn't put away her own weapons just yet. She didn't want to fight. She could feel this one was just a man, a shinigami to be more precise. She didn't have any reason to attack him, but she would certainly attempt to defend herself no matter how strong he was. Besides, she couldn't allow him to run around angered on behalf of the Diocese. Perhaps, he just hated hollows as much as she did.

In the next few moments, Amelie would witness something that was unlike anything she had seen before. Molten metals began to pour onto the hollow that was trapped in the man's grasp. It was burning alive. It was melting from the inside out. It was releasing excruciating, screeching noises, until it couldn't make noise anymore. Even then, it continued to squirm and scratch at the environment around it, until it had completely gone limp. Blue and green eyes would stare at the deceased monster as she was still wondering how to feel about what she had witnessed. It was one less hollow to deal with, which made her job much easier. However, the metals had to have come from somewhere. The man's body was the only source it could have possibly emitted from. How did he produce such a thing? Would he use it on her? She didn't want to suffer that same fate, but she also didn't want to hurt something that wasn't a hollow. Could she kill someone else if she had to? Probably not. She could try her hardest to fight though, and she would do just that given the opportuinty. Would it come to that? She hoped not.

Still, it seemed that things were heading in the unwanted direction as she was now the target of this man's rage. She could see his face now. His eyes were filled with something strong, something crazed. His smile was anything but welcoming as he locked onto her. His whole being was in a frenzy of sorts after murdering a beast. It couldn't have been his fault. Perhaps, she could calm him down. Maybe, she could help him see the reality of this moment. He was just another living body with his own emotions and probably a family. She couldn't kill him. She could hardly harm him, but she could attempt to immobilize him temporarily. Amelie's mind scanned through her options as she looked at his expression, then he would come towards her quickly. He held an axe in hand that she hadn't seen before, but she would dodge it just in time to position herself on whichever side of his body seemed to be strongest in swinging his weapon. A succession of three arrows, one after the other, would be released from her hand in an attempt to hit his arm. This time, she would use her taser arrows in an attempt to partially paralyze his arm, so she could potentially slow him down to hear whatever reasoning she would come up with to snap him out of this rage.

Demise was an armoured killing machine, with not much of a conscience to speak of. Although he'd never admit it he was all too much like his own father. However Demise promised to himself that he would never stoop to the cruel levels of evil that his father had committed. Most do not know the true purpose of Demise's armour. Most would assume perhaps that it was just that, a tool for protection. In reality, it was a prison that his father designed all too well. For if Demise was going to be a free man and deny his fathers order's, then he would carry his prison with him.

Demise missing his axe swing to kill the stranger was no real surprise, he was just hoping she'd sit there and die without being an annoyance. However missing his axe swing had consequences. Three arrows would find themselves embedded through his armour and into his arm. Demise was going to continue his momentum of blows until he found that his arm had become partially unresponsive. Stopping in his tracks as he observed his arm with a smile, he then looked at the quincy who was probably well out of his range for a fist to crush her ribs. His axe dropped out of his unresponsive right arm and he immediately picked it up with his left, then throwing it like a disc towards the girls stomach. This was all a distraction to put her off guard though, making it appear as if his methods of attacks were simple minded and with no actual thought. Demise wasn't without intelligence however, his entire metal right arm turn into anchor lines and embedded themselves into the ground. Their target was the direction in which the girl would be heading. If his distraction worked then his intention was to have his metal lines burst from the ground and impale her by the flesh of her carves and thighs. In essence painfully trapping her.

She could see that the arrowd had hit their mark and that his arm had become partially unresponsive and difficult for him to move the way he dropped his weapon. Perhaps, he would be able to listen to her now. Maybe, he would see that she wasn't wanting to fight with him, considering she didn't hit him in any of his vital areas. However, that thought quickly left her mind as she saw him pick up his axe again. It didn't work? How was she supposed to get through to him? Surely there was a way to get him to see what was going on. Maybe there wasn't, but she didn't want to kill him. Her only targets were the hollows that seeked out the destruction of the human world. He was obviously an enemy to the hollows, as well, so could he possibly be an ally of the Diocese? As the axe was immediately thrown her way, Amelie would move out of the way using her shunpo equivalent, however she would be forced to stop indefinitely.

As she came to a stop, sharp pains could be felt all across both of her legs. Looking down, her multicolored eyes would see the metalic material sticking through both of her legs on her calves as well as her thighs. Was this the same metal substance he had utilized earlier? The pain bounded throughout her legs as her body began to tremble in agony. Blood dripped from the metal protruding from her skin as more ran down her legs. Her face would turn violently pale as she had never been harmed in such a manner before. She would look up to see his face. Even through all the pain she was in, she didn't want to hurt him. There was obviously a mental block on him in whatever state he was in. He wasn't truly her enemy, was he? She didn't think so, but he hadn't spoken a word to her. Perhaps, she could try talking to him.

Though her body trembled she showed no fear. In fact, she had placed another arrow within her bow, but left it lowered towards the ground. The feeling of fighting to keep the nausea at bay would leave her voice wavering ever so slightly as she spoke as calmly as possible. "Please, you don't want this. I don't want to fight with you. You're no monster," she would hope that maybe hearing her voice and the sincerity in her words would finally allow him to focus. She only had to ask herself now if it had worked.

Demise's trick had worked and he had caught the poor girl in his anchor lines, this put a very terrifying sadistic grin on his face. He could see and sense her pain which made him all the more restless and unrestrained. He further create more items to prevent her escape from his grasp, creating metal hands to hopefully restrain her arms before she could fire off anymore annoying arrows. All the while as his axe had cut down several trees and boomeranged back into his left arm.

Walking slowly towards the trapped Quincy, Demise held his axe high in the air. Preparing to guillotine the girl in half. His grin persisted through all this, and then the girl began to speak. "Please, you don't want this." she said with complete sincerity. Demise began to giggle like a deranged beast at her sentence. "I don't want to fight with you." She continued. This only made Demise's giggle turn into cruel laughter. Then she said her final words,"You're no monster.", Demise had already approached her, and was within distance to kill. However Demise's axe did not fall as he simply stood in front of her. His laughter stopped, yet his smile persisted.

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"You're no monster"
Demise had heard similar words to these in the past. But the sentence wasn't the same. It was said differently, yet they meant almost exactly the same thing. Demise could remember everything in absurd detail. A women had once approached him even as he lashed out at her. She placed one hand on his face and one hand on his metal heart. Then she said, "Take my heart for I will offer it to no other, other than the one who deserves it the most. A Monster to which my heart yearns for". This memory was of a day when Demise had for the first time in his existence experienced love, even if he didn't know it at the time.
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The Quincy's last words had seemed to offend Demise. He planted his axe in the ground and grabbed the Quincy firmly by the throat. Bringing his face in level with her's, his eye's would stare death into her soul. "Really?", His deep ashy voice would project. The metal to his helmet would liquefy running down his armour. To which would reveal glowing blue eyes sunkin' into a mummified face of metal, coated in barbed wire. "Then what would you could this?", he would say referencing to his horrific face.

Amelie was unprepared to be captured, to be restrained, and to be in a situation where there was nobody around to assist her should the need arise. She was never the type for confrontation, which lead her to be grasping for straws in this moment. She was more inclined to run away, to hide, to hit and take off. However, this one had captured her and all too easily. She could tell he was strong. His power as well as his strength were far superior to her own. Her hands would be bound by metal unable to move and much less shoot an arrow. What was she to do? Would words be enough? They would have to be.

He would come towards her as she heard the thundering sounds of trees collapsing onto the earth. Then, his axe would appear returning to his hand. Now, it was a critical life or death situation and she was clawing for life, although death didn't seem to deter her interest. She didn't necessarily have a purpose in this world anymore other than to hate and destroy Hollows. What way was that to live? As his axe was raised in the air, her voice would sound and his would turn to laughter. It would grow more, until her final words would race through the atmosphere. His laughter would freeze, as well as his axe, but his smile persisted. Nonetheless, she would take this progress and she was bound to calm this man.

A thud could be heard as his axe planted into the ground all the while her legs were covered in blood as her being turned ever more pale. Then, a large hand would wrap around her trembling neck, as he would grow closer to her speaking in the most terrifying of tones. His voice sounded exactly as she predicted, yet she still wasn't afraid. She was more worried about the nauseous feeling in her stomach and the light feel to her body. Then, he would reveal his face. That couldn't have been his real appearance. There was barbed wire stuck into his flesh. Was that not painful? Then again, he had been spitting up metal before. Even still, she could see something else as his vibrantly blue eyes stared into her multicolored orbs. His words sounded more as if he was looking for something. Was there a certain answer he was waiting for? Was there something he needed that he wasn't getting? He asked her what she would call it. What would she call it? "It's just an appearance. It doesn't reflect your heart, but I believe yours is much more beautiful inside," Amelie would find a light smile crossing her face, even as her body struggled before him.

Demise paid close attention to the Quincy girls eye's, waiting to see something to glimpse through, A lie. He never got it however, all he got was a blank slate and an answer which made him want her dead. "It's just an appearance. It doesn't reflect your heart, but I believe yours is much more beautiful inside", she would say. No lies past through her eye's, she was being genuine when she stated that sentence. All negative emotion emptied from his heart and he placed her down gently. His metal let go and retracted from her body, meanwhile agonizing blue flame enveloped her wounds. As painful as the flame would be, the girl would most likely realise that she was healed. Demise didn't let go of her throat however, he simply let up his grip. He stood still with his face blank and dead, only glancing at her.

Demise's eye's would begin to form molten tears, and falling down his face they would burn marks. "I have a Heart, then where has it gone? I thought I lost it long ago when when she was gone. Where is it?", Demise would say as his glowing blue eye's would look mournfully at the Quincy.

It seemed that her words had met their mark as he appeared to be snapping out of his mental state. Perhaps, he believed her. Maybe, he had seen it in her that she was no liar. She didn't want to harm him nor did she want to see him suffer. Her words were the truth that she molded and her expressions, her eyes, were the detector of her truth. Slowly, he would believe her detectors as he lowered her to the ground allowing for her to feel the pressure beneath her feet. The ground was now against her soles, although the pain was still coursing throughout her fleshy being. However, the pressure on her wounds would swiftly release from her legs as she would feel the metal retracting from them.

Nonetheless, the pain didn't end as she would feel an excruciating burning sensation on her legs. Her eyes would water up, her teeth would clench, and slowly the tears would roll, even as he continued to hold her neck. Soon enough, the wounds would be healed, but internally she was still weak. She had lost a bit of blood and her body felt so light. If he wasn't still holding her throat, she would potentially be on the ground.

As she stared at him, her tears were beginning to let up and his were just beginning. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before. They were different texture, different appearance, and definitely different temperature as the lines became more prominent. His tears were burning through his face. Her heart seemed to break a bit more in this moment. His appearance, his tears, the metal in his flesh and in his body. Why did they all seem to harm him? Was he hurting? Did all of it hurt? Finally, a sentence would form and another following. His questions pierced her mind and shattered her heart. Once again, her tears struggled behind her eyelids in an attempt to cease overflow, however they would fail. His eyes showed so much pain. From his words, he seemed to be saddened by the loss of someone, a loved one. A woman. She must have been someone special. Family? Friend? A lover, perhaps? Whoever they may be, Amelie knew she wouldn't be able to take the pain away. She knew she could only try to comfort him in this moment.

"Lost things are always waiting to be found and always can be. Sometimes, we just need help looking for them. Perhaps, it hasn't been lost at all. Maybe, it's just been broken and seems like something else," She wasn't sure if what she was saying would sound like something he would accept. She wasn't sure if he would care for her words this time. She didn't know how he would respond, but maybe it would help. Perhaps, he just needed a new perspective. "Broken things may never be the same, but they can always be made into something new and just a beautiful," she spoke words that she had to admit didn't belong to her. It was hard to hear them again, especially through her own voice.