Kyoto Imperial Palace
Tokyo, Japan
Tokyo, Japan
A cloud of smoke rolled into the night sky, blocking out the once cloudless sky as sirens slowly began to arise all over Kyoto. In this modern society is wasn't something to be expected, but a few rebellious zealots still survived here and there, and so the security of the Emperor had always been a top priority, even as he had been denounced and reduced to a ceremonial position. But the Dark Hour stripped away most of these defenses, and his holiness, secretly of pure blood that held power similar to Atma for time beyond counting, was left guarded by only the men who held that power themselves. However, amongst the Atma, the most powerful of all had been given the duty of quelling Inaba, and there had been sent the Angel and Demon of Embryon's forces, two unmatched sides of the coin who held the strongest power since the organization's foundation; and the guards here had no power by comparison. When shuffling white clothes, ornately lined with gold trim, emerged from the doorway to the most prestigious place in Japan pushing one old man along, it was obvious to anyone who could make the figure out through the television's fuzz that he was covered in pitter patters of blood, unmatched by people who had never been given the Devil's talent like he had. Two men, mutated with the power of Atma emerged from the burning doorway behind them and launched themselves at him; green hair, broken free of it's tie, marred the screen for a moment as an enormous cleaver-like sword slashed through two bodies and dropped them in pieces behind the two, the old man letting out a yell to stop once again. "You're the wretch who started all of this; if you have the divine blood of Amaterasu in you, then go ahead and wish everything well again. Or am I the Devil who's going to bring it to an end; this pathetic age will end with Naniyori's rise." A backhand knocked the old man to the ground, and as he scrambled to stand again the once mighty member of Embryon walked after him, stepping on his back, and looking towards the screen as if he knew the vision was there, eyes of all so many watching him. Behind him the famous Tokyo building exploded, ensuring that whoever had been left behind, trapped and helpless in the midst of the Dark Hour's binding, was gone for good, as fire and smoke poured through cracked walls and choked, burning beams once again.
And then the time changed, not waiting, and the message may have begun to be lost at first. Then, around the country the nation-wide sirens began to shrilly warn of terrible danger, and troops rushed through the empty streets of Tokyo. Every person knew trouble had arisen; no one dared leave their homes with soldiers amassing in the streets, heading desperately for the Emperor's side. Then, the emergency broadcasting system took over every television, and the entire country was tuned in to two strange figures (the same for those who had been awake during the Dark Hour), the green haired warrior standing over a kneeling, terrified old man before the Diet Building."I am tired of this tired old relic, symbolizing the decay of our people; we, who were once a nation renown for our Warring States Era. Where is your bloodlust? Where is the spirit of the Japanese man!?" A foot came crashing down again, stomping the man to make sure he sapped his strength, crushing fighting spirit underfoot at the same time. "At last, we're taking action. A new era has begun, one in which chaos and bloodshed will reign again. The second era of the Toyotomi has come again; we, an organization founded by THIS man, will lead Japan into war once again. There is no compromise! The old ways are done!" Naniyori grit his teeth, lines of black power ran down his skin, white eyes were replaced with a bottomless black, a blade consumed with unholy power was raised above the ground, it's intention clear, and with a definite aim. And then it fell, and so did the every day of Japan, and so did the status quo...everything, in an instant, gone. "This false Emperor and pathetic excuse for a man called us murderers and monsters, and cast us out of the government that he forced us in. I tell you now, until the Devil Kings of East and West settle their score, the terror you feel now will have no end. If you have a Demon, I challenge you...if you ARE a Demon, I welcome you. From this point on, every one of you can consider your lives at an end. Those kids playing God in Inaba, that One-Eyed b*****d...even you, Balmung, can no longer spout your crap about compromising. I welcome the rain of salt and iron, which turns the earth red! I will walk this path, shedding innocent blood until the very end. This is both mine...and the will of my great lord, the master who decided this all, and who planned it from the very beginning, lord Mitsunari Ishida! Toyotomi's militant rule begins now!"
A flare of red and yellow flames engulfed the building behind him, and for a moment the televisions flew into static, nearly losing image entirely, shouts and cries ringing out across the television. Many people had just died, out of view for those watching, but it was anyone's guess who had just been lost as the tumultuous explosion claimed the Diet Building, and any number of people forced inside before hand..."Pain is a part of any creation. Once we obtain control of this country, it will be a simple thing to control people's very hearts. We can eliminate wasteful emotions and create a 'world' filled with people sharing a single, united perspective. A 'world' where no one is shunned, hated, or disrespected! Wouldn't that be wonderful?" An eye turned back towards the camera, dripping red liquid plying it's path down his brow, ushering over his eye as it looked back with it's infinite dark intensity, a believing glance that warned that he was only one agent out of any number of powerful people in this world who still had the gift to change things, but that he felt like this was the path that would bring the most good in the end...this one death had been necessary, so the Toyotomi could take over, and bring justice and military rule to Japan one last time. The unsteady camera began to follow, the camera man maybe wobbling, maybe crawling after him for a second...then he turned, and the enormous weapon slammed into the ground, cracking the pavement and sending the last footage spiraling down into a hole, the fate of the holder unknown, and the disappearance of the official most wanted man in Japanese history...lost, up in smoke.
And then the time changed, not waiting, and the message may have begun to be lost at first. Then, around the country the nation-wide sirens began to shrilly warn of terrible danger, and troops rushed through the empty streets of Tokyo. Every person knew trouble had arisen; no one dared leave their homes with soldiers amassing in the streets, heading desperately for the Emperor's side. Then, the emergency broadcasting system took over every television, and the entire country was tuned in to two strange figures (the same for those who had been awake during the Dark Hour), the green haired warrior standing over a kneeling, terrified old man before the Diet Building."I am tired of this tired old relic, symbolizing the decay of our people; we, who were once a nation renown for our Warring States Era. Where is your bloodlust? Where is the spirit of the Japanese man!?" A foot came crashing down again, stomping the man to make sure he sapped his strength, crushing fighting spirit underfoot at the same time. "At last, we're taking action. A new era has begun, one in which chaos and bloodshed will reign again. The second era of the Toyotomi has come again; we, an organization founded by THIS man, will lead Japan into war once again. There is no compromise! The old ways are done!" Naniyori grit his teeth, lines of black power ran down his skin, white eyes were replaced with a bottomless black, a blade consumed with unholy power was raised above the ground, it's intention clear, and with a definite aim. And then it fell, and so did the every day of Japan, and so did the status quo...everything, in an instant, gone. "This false Emperor and pathetic excuse for a man called us murderers and monsters, and cast us out of the government that he forced us in. I tell you now, until the Devil Kings of East and West settle their score, the terror you feel now will have no end. If you have a Demon, I challenge you...if you ARE a Demon, I welcome you. From this point on, every one of you can consider your lives at an end. Those kids playing God in Inaba, that One-Eyed b*****d...even you, Balmung, can no longer spout your crap about compromising. I welcome the rain of salt and iron, which turns the earth red! I will walk this path, shedding innocent blood until the very end. This is both mine...and the will of my great lord, the master who decided this all, and who planned it from the very beginning, lord Mitsunari Ishida! Toyotomi's militant rule begins now!"
A flare of red and yellow flames engulfed the building behind him, and for a moment the televisions flew into static, nearly losing image entirely, shouts and cries ringing out across the television. Many people had just died, out of view for those watching, but it was anyone's guess who had just been lost as the tumultuous explosion claimed the Diet Building, and any number of people forced inside before hand..."Pain is a part of any creation. Once we obtain control of this country, it will be a simple thing to control people's very hearts. We can eliminate wasteful emotions and create a 'world' filled with people sharing a single, united perspective. A 'world' where no one is shunned, hated, or disrespected! Wouldn't that be wonderful?" An eye turned back towards the camera, dripping red liquid plying it's path down his brow, ushering over his eye as it looked back with it's infinite dark intensity, a believing glance that warned that he was only one agent out of any number of powerful people in this world who still had the gift to change things, but that he felt like this was the path that would bring the most good in the end...this one death had been necessary, so the Toyotomi could take over, and bring justice and military rule to Japan one last time. The unsteady camera began to follow, the camera man maybe wobbling, maybe crawling after him for a second...then he turned, and the enormous weapon slammed into the ground, cracking the pavement and sending the last footage spiraling down into a hole, the fate of the holder unknown, and the disappearance of the official most wanted man in Japanese history...lost, up in smoke.
