A scared world.
"Stop..." Neliel's voice rasped, barely above a whisper. Her lips trembled. Tears streaked down her face. "No more... no more..."
An era Lost to time and memory.
Flames raged before her, swallowing everything. The buildings—homes her people had built with their own hands—crumbled into embers. Screams tore through the smoke-choked air. Shadows moved in the chaos, blades flashing, cutting down men, women, and children alike.
An era where millions died fighting for what they believed in.
Neliel's knees buckled. She had seen this before. Felt it. Lived it. Over and over.
No matter how hard she fought it, the memory always ended the same.
Her home had burned.
Too fast. Too easily.
In mere days, it had become hell.
Thousands of years in blood and war.
Screams mixed with the clash of steel. Soul Reaper blades tore through flesh, spraying dark blood onto the scorched ground. Explosions shattered the air, sending shockwaves through the ruins. Smoke curled into the sky, thick and suffocating.
"An era Where feral rouge monstrosities ravaged the world."
Neliel staggered forward, her legs weak, her vision blurred by heat and tears. Bodies littered the ground—some still, others twitching as life drained from them. She wanted to move, to fight, but the weight of despair pinned her in place.
A figure stepped through the flames, blade dripping red. The women's spiritual pressure crashed over her like a tidal wave. Cold eyes locked onto her, void of mercy. Black Long hair like danced behind her back as her foot crushed a hollow skull.
Neliel's breath hitched.
Not again.
The figure raised his sword. The moment stretched, Neliel stared into Her cold blue eyes.
Then—She struck an arc of Blood followed by her swing.
A crimson arc followed the blade's path. Pain exploded in Neliel's chest as she was hurled into a pile of rubble. The impact sent fresh agony lancing through her body. Blood spilled from her lips, her vision swimming.
Neliel dropped to her knees, gasping. "Huff... huff..." Blood dripped from her lips, staining the ground beneath her.
She forced herself to look up as she heard the steps of the women inching closer.
Tidal waves of blood churned around them, painting the battlefield in crimson. The woman stood amidst the carnage, her wicked smile unwavering. Sparks danced as her blade scraped along the ruined earth, glowing with a deep, blood-red aura.
Neliel's voice slipped out before she could stop it.
"What did we ever do to you?"
The woman tilted her head, her expression unreadable, a single finger made its way to her chin.
" Hm. something Balance."
Neliel's brow furrowed. "What?"
A sigh. The woman twirled her blade in the pool of blood, crimson light pulsing along its edge.
"There would be no real point in telling you anyway."
Then—
She vanished.
A blur.
Neliel barely had time to react before the woman was upon her, sword slicing through the air like a predator's jaws, ready to tear her apart. Her blade moved like a snake, ready to stab nel in the forehead.
Nel's head barely moved out of the way before a hand clamped around her throat.
Fingers squeezed, crushing her windpipe.
Neliel's vision blurred. Her body jerked as she gasped for air, nails clawing at the iron grip around her neck.
The woman's smirk widened.
"Too slow."
Neliel's nails dug into the woman's wrist, desperate, frantic. She kicked, twisted, her body screaming for freedom—but the grip only tightened.
Her vision darkened at the edges.
Her lungs burned.
Her strength was failing.
The woman sighed, a sound dripping with disappointment.
"And here I thought you'd be different," she muttered. "But you're the same as the others... so much for the supposed threat to the Soul Society."
With a flick of her wrist, she lifted her blade, the blood-red glow pulsing along its edge.
She aimed for Neliel's heart.
Then—
The world froze.
Everything.
The waves of blood stopped mid-motion, locked in place like a painting. Embers from the burning ruins hovered in the air, unmoving. The woman's blade, inches from Neliel's chest, hung motionless.
Time had stilled.
A deafening silence swallowed the battlefield.
Neliel's body, still trapped in the woman's grip, suddenly felt weightless.
""
A voice, smooth and ice-cold, cut through as Nel barely moved her head out off the way.
"I suppose people aren't very good at facing their memories. We'd rather sift through the ruins, searching for something worth salvaging... and build a future from that."
A shadow loomed at the edge of her view. she had to force her eyes to focus.
"Wh... y..." Her voice barely came out, the word broken by pain.
The hooded figure stood above her, but now his presence felt suffocating. Darkness swirled around him like a living entity, bending to his will. His voice was calm.
"Why?" The man chuckled. ". To simply remind you of a simple truth dear".
The man took a slow step forward, the motion causing ripples in the frozen world, "Do you understand yet?" he asked, tilting his head. His voice was calm, almost patient.
"You were powerless to stop anything then."
He raised his hand, and the fabric of reality trembled at his gesture. Before Neliel, the flames vanished—replaced by Countless eyes held by a shadow, within them reflected a possibility, each showing fragments of her life.
"And you are powerless to do anything right now."
She watched in horror as her entire existence played out before her eyes. Every battle. Every failure. Every moment she thought she could change, only to be crushed beneath the weight of fate.
"This is the truth, Neliel."
His voice held no mockery—only certainty, as if he had seen it all.
"You can never alter the course of this world. It has already been decided."
Neliel's breath came in ragged gasps. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.
"That's why I brought you here," the figure continued. "So you may witness, again and again, the futility of your struggle."
He lifted his hand, a cold glow forming in his fingertips. The grid-like patterns pulsed across his palm. "It is inevitable."
And then—
A single snap of his fingers.
Reality collapsed once more.
Neliel screamed.
The cycle began all over again.
Neliel struggled, fought, tried to change even a single moment—
But it was futile.
She Failed.
Again.
And above it all, the hooded figure watched
The same patterns erupted across her skin, locking her in place, pulling her upright like a puppet on strings. Her limbs jerked against her will, trapped in the invisible force.
"Do you see now?" His voice was low but carried absolute finality.
(Author notes: Tell me what you think... I know maybe some of you dont understand but at least its interesting... Well by now we all know who the hooded figure is and stick around to find what is going on.
I will say once more I know what I am doing... I did my research i know what and how these characters act. By chapter 13 we will get back with Zangetsu again. also tell me if your curious in Nel past. I know you guys dont know much but I will sprinkle it throughout the story.
well stay tuned.)