The Dualism of "Good" and "Evil"

The night was quite the nice one, it seemed. Nobody appeared to intercept the Arrancar, to disrupt his silent drawing of the city before him. Maybe nobody noticed, or maybe he was outisde of the zone that was considered the 'danger-zone'? Nobody knew right now, and in the end, it wouldn't be important. After all, this night was not normal. Otherwise, nobody would've written down what happened... And it would've been forgotten, like so many nights before.

The overture to the destruction was not a loud roar, explosion, or anything fancy. Instead, a small sound could be heard, like a tuning fork being hit. It was kind of annoying, stinging in the ear, but also strangely uprising and... downright creepy, for a lack of a better word to describe the feelings it installed into normal humans. But Zefonse was not a normal human - and the same applied for the one who appeared now...
Maybe humanity had changed over the last millenia, but the man who was about to drift out of thin air was the worst possible example to test that on. He was not even human to begin with.

Out of thin air, like it turned into water, a small drop appeared. A drop, an azure drop, made out of pure, raw fire. An ominous aura surrounded it - right before it seemingly flew around the arrancar, almost as if it was angry. Then it came to an halt a few meters away from him, and burst apart, scorching the ground below it. Then, two feet slowly floated down onto the ground - a swaying head, slowly going into the correct position, and a single visible eye that looked at Zefonse.
"...Ah..." Did the being try to make a sound? It was hard to say, but this being filled with Azure Flames, this Undead, did not look friendly - at all. In fact, if one could speak of emotions in the head of this being, it would best be described as 'anger'. Although it was more like 'disruption' in the response. The reason why he even appeared here was simple - the method of travel Zefonse used, which was normally untraceable, but for Kite, it was an intrusion into the worlds weavings, the utmost sin of them all.

Staring at the arrancar, it almost seemed as if the zombie-like thing was waiting for something. A word from the other one? An apology? Or something different alltogether?

Was the being in the ragged clothes able to understand human language? Well, at least it didn't attack right away, but seemed rather observant. In fact, Kite was quite able to understand human speech from his memory, but he felt no need to speak it himself - so he had simply forgotten how it worked. Standing on the burned ground, the Undead seemed like the remnant of a catastrophe instead of someone who just appeared. A scene like out of the dream of a goddess... A warrior who couldn't understand anything of the world around him. A being without purpose, but with a mission.
In his head, Azure Kite tried to feel the power of the other one, but had no luck in trying to do so. Why was someone hiding his natural energy? Another thing he could not understand one bit. Reasoning, it was not known to him very well. His sole reasoning was that disrupting the space-time was bad. He didn't know anything besides that fact.

As if to explain to Zefonse, Azure Kite raised his right hand - and slowly but steadily, pointed exactly to the place where the arrancar had first arrived, without fail, as if he was about to grab that place out of the world itself. Was his face... antagonizing? No, not at all. Kite was unable to do that, after all. He was simply explaining... explaining why he was going to destroy this man. Nobody would be allowed to mess with space like this under his watch.
Moving it back to Zefonse, it looked like he was... Trying to get a justification out of the Arrancar, or somthing similliar. As if he was demanding an explanaition why someone would do something as crude was breaking through the worlds boundaries with such force instead of gentle gliding. But that was not the case at all - because out of nowhere, it appeared.

The Bracelet of Twilight.

Circling around his arm for a short moment, the three petals of the dangerous weapon snapped up into their position, and with another strange sound produced by Azure Flame Kite, it was fired. A beam made out of energy in multiple lines, a connection able to drain the strength of whatever it hit and to absorb the information into Kite, while rewriting it in a way to damage the target. This was Data Drain being fired at the Arrancar without any aggression shown from his side at all. Because this was the judgement of an azure knight.

A hit. A small one, nonetheless, but it was a hit of Data Drain, and through the energy lines, 'drops' of what could only be called 'fragments' of Zefonse were drawn back to Azure Kite, just as his Bracelet of Twilight turned invisible again. Fusing with him, a small burst of energy could be felt, together with another one of his strange grunts. What were those... memories? Fragments of the memories of an ages old Arrancar, it seemed. His madness, his solitude, his lost hope - Azure Kite saw it, but it held no meaning to him. It would all turn into energy and become part of his eternal blue fire to turn the enemies of Aura into ash.
"Aaahhh..." Without any understandable word, the ragged being turned around with a swing, quite more swift than he seemed to be at first. Another being would be called 'battle thirsty' in this stage, but could that really be applied to a being without emotions? Reaching behind his back, Azure Flame Kite ripped out two black, long daggers from behind it, with twisted hilts and blackened blades. Swords as empty as his mind, made with the sole purpose to kill.
The cero incoming, Azure Flame Kite collected his own spiritual energy - and threw two slicers of blue flames right at it, causing a big explosion. He didn't even unfold his blades, and in the thick smoke, it seemed for a moment like the battle had frozen...

Right until the zombie-like Undead suddenly dashed through the smoke like a small rocket, holding the left blade downward, the right one upward, in the typical dual-sword fighting style adapted from his former human side. The air around him seemed to vibrate, as he slashed wildly at Zefonse, his blades clad in azure fire.
A first, right slash downwards, then a quick slash aimed across the chest with the left one, using the now still sideways right arm to stab forward with said right blade, and finally, moving the over-crossed arms now back to their respective own sides as a final try to prevent counter-attacks, that was his plan as he began the first slash. How many of them would work until the Arrancar noticed that if he didn't block, the flames would cook him alive?

His enemy... was strong. That was all that Azure Kite noticed. He didn't waste useless thoughts as to why he was strong, what group the enemy belonged to, or anything of the sorts. All that he knew was: his enemy was strong, and he had to kill him to fulfill his duty as Auras knight. So... why didn't that guy simply fall over and die? Azure did not understand the basics of wanting to be alive... though after absorbing a part of Zefonse now, another thing just started to bug him. What exactly were 'ideals'? He had seen them shatter in the glimpses of memories, but what did it mean? Life had so many needless things, it was infuriating to him.
His blades showed no innitial effect, since his enemy was also good with the swords. Backing up half a step, the Undead had to quickly react as his enemy suddenly used the momentum of his incredible speed to attack. Normally, blocking a spinning attack with two long daggers was hard, and to block a drill, nearly impossible without ruining his weapons. But at that moment, Kite 'unfolded' his broken wings.

With a small release of Azure Flame orbs flying to the sides and a small wave of flame, on both of the Empty Skies, the triple-edges unfolded to the sides, making his signature triangular shape in his hands. As the sword was thrust at him, Kite crossed over his blades - and thanks to the 90 degree style they were held in, between the left and middle blade of the right weapon and the exact opposite of the left sword, in that small hole, he captured the blade thrust for his chest. An incredibly loud screeching sound, sparks flying everywhere, he kept the blade from drilling it's way deep inside of his heart to kill him.
Pure malice floating from him now, Azure Flame Kite didn't seem to care that his black blades were slowly glowing slightly red on the grinding parts from the heat of the absorbed energy. The blade of the enemy had incredible strength, and only stopped after ripping slightly into the clothing infront of his chest - but blocking this attack like this did more than just put incredible strain at Kites own arms and hands from vibrations.
It also kept the katana of Zefonse now trapped between, as Kite had no intention of loosening his grip, no, he further tightened it. It seemed like the being without emotions or voice did indeed not want to die - which was kind of strange. But even more, it seemed angry at the enemy for trying to kill it - while it should've been no more angry than before, since Zefonse did not yet damage the space-time further.
With a scream way more human-like than before, the blue flames surrounding Kite sparked up, went along his arms, ignited his blades - and were then fired at the enemy without him moving, as a wave and as a crawling move along the enemies own sword, all to burn him to a crisp. And for the very first time today, something like a 'voice' could be heard from him.
"A...zure...Flame...."

[center][Azure Flame Kite]



Things were not looking good for the emotionless creature. Not only did it lack the mind to even 'get' the memories of the being he had hit partially with Data Drain, the power he drained also seemed minimalistic, since his own strengthening had already disappeared again. Usually, the innitial charge of Kite came too sudden for enemies to respond, but since usually his enemies consisted out of normal Hollows using a Garganta in the wrong place at the wrong time, this was no real surprise.
When the sudden new force of pure kinetic energy hit, Azure Kite screamed out in pain. He was send flying backwards for obvious reasons - maybe he would've been able to keep steady if not for the need to stop the sword from piercing right through his chest. As he was flying backwards, a loud clinging sound was heard, as the ripping apart of the Empty Skies send the blade flying to the side, and while being flung upwards, Zefonses Zanpakuto slashed a gap into the left shoulder of the Undead warrior. After roughly 25 feet of free flight, shortly before he would've hit the ground hard, Azure managed to catch himself again. Flinging around in the air, he landed on his feet, burrying both Empty Skies into the ground to slow his slide backwards down to a halt in mere moments.
The strange, burning eyes of the Undead were filled with... something. His strange grunting and sighing sound he made, it didn't seem completely without noticing the enemy at hand anymore. Was it... anger? The memories of Zefonse had activated something in the mind of the Undead, but it was still burried deep down underneath the Guardian Beasts influence.
"...y...ou..." Was it... talking? Well, at least the being tried to. The words were hard to discern from the normal sounds the zombie-like boy made. "...E...nem...y..." Just saying those two words was quite hard for the Monster Form Undead, since this form was usually unable to say normal human words. Maybe Zefonse could understand the 'other' words? Most likely not if he was a normal Arrancar, since the old empire of the Guardian Beasts had fallen a long time before that. But Zefonse was not normal - nobody could say for certain what languages he spoke.
"...M..ust...St...op...You..."
The next words followed in the old tounge of the Guardian Beasts, as Kite took another step forward. Blood was slowly flowing down from the wound in his shoulder, the blade of the Arrancar had landed somewhere of to the side. The red of the blood looked completely like human blood, even the smell and taste would be the exact same - but it had a higher temperature than human blood. Azure colored flames circled around the Empty Skies again, and it looked like the Azure Knight was readying himself for another charge at the enemy, as hopeless as it might've been.

So the being had been understood... But still, did it recognize the rarity of that? Maybe it did, because even the emotionless Undead seemed stiffled for a moment. This time, this world was alien to him, a being that had existed for far longer than the Cero Espada himself. Azure Kite was, by far, the oldest known Undead, from a time when humans were still nothing but animals. But that moment was so brief, his face so motionless, that you simply couldn't tell without incredibly sharp senses.

But now, something... made him speak. If you could call it speaking, that is. Most likely he only did it because his opponent spoke the same language as Aura, his goddess and only light in existance worthy of his servitude. Having his blades raised again, the wound on his shoulder had already stopped bleeding - there was pain, but Kite didn't care. Pain was a signal to start worrying, but worry was non-existant for him. It was an inconvinience at the worst. His crackling blue fire had stopped the blood.
"...A...u...ra..." A single word - a name that not many knew. In fact, most Guardian Beasts, Sugiura and much less Arrancar didn't know of her existance. The last true goddess of a world - but why did the zombie-like creature mutter her name on the opposing threat? He didn't know himself, nor did he even understand why his enemy didn't simply die. What was so scary about dying that people feared it?
"Pro...mise...Must...pro..tect..."

It came without a warning. He had seemed like he wanted to 'talk' - as much as a being like him could - but in the end, it was his instinct to destroy those who hurt the fabrics of existance. Dashing forward again, now with the Tri-Blades spread out properly in his hands, the flame-trail behind him scorched the already barren lands into a black layer of ashes. The pain in his arm? He didn't care for it - pain was unimportant. Only the death of his enemy was important.
Slashing at Zefonse, attempting to simply overwhelm him by not stopping one bit, two waves of azure flames were accompanying it, aiming from both sides to completely engful and burn the Espada. And even more, after the innitial two vertical slashes, the azure flames would explode, covering a large area in annihilating flames. He was serious about this - serious about defeating the enemy of Aura.

Not fast enough. That was the first reaction of the warrior with the Azure Flames. His speed was not able to match the Arrancar - thus, the slashes went into nothing. However, his fire simply had too high of a radius to be completely dodged, it seemed, and that was good. The Undead was maybe mindless, but not unable to use strategy in combat. With the blue fire circling his arms and swords, his continued attack was aborted to defend - getting hit by THIS would annihilate him, that was for sure. But there was so little time... And so much power going against him. Still, the flaring energy around the Descendant of Fiana did not falter - it grew stronger still. His Reiatsu had not diminshed more than a miniscule amount from throwing his fire around, a clear symbol of his control over them.

Then they came. Nine strikes. A seemingly careless stance from Azure Kite - but that was his defensive one. Simply standing straight... Before his left arm shot upwards, his wrist flicking around. The same happened on the other side. Three-pointed swords, slashing through the darkness. Any normal weapon would break from the impact of this alone - and simple doubleswords would not do any good against this. However, his shortswords were triple-bladed - The triple-effect did not only help converge his fire. It also enhanced his blocking ability to far above anything else normal dual-daggers allowed. A mechanical, screeching noise - The tendons in the wrists of the creature nearly instantly snapped, as the first strikes made their way. The only thing holding him to his weapon was the connection his soul had with them, as the Empty Skies were the representation of his inner mind. As long as he lived, these swords would never fail him.
But it would not be enough. This energy... was otherworldly. The shock of every single strike, it cracked the bones. Invaded by foreign energy, the flames flickered, and his heart missed two beats in a row. The third was weaker than ever before, in fact. Spinning the swords was the only thing Azure Kite could do, covering himself in his own slices and flames, with each impact, his swords cracking. Eight strikes, but it was not over. One final one, coming from above. And no single attempt to block it. A flashing red and white, as Zefonse took his distance once more. The eyes both visible, Azure Kite did not bleed. But he did not seem... alive, either. Slowly, his left arm slided off from where it should've been connected to his body, to the ground, and crackled into flames. The hat, half-split, began to desintegrate. Across his entire body, a giant gash from which flames and blood came, burning the ground around him. In every sense of the word, Kite should be dead now.

Just that... he wasn't.
"Ah... GRAAAH! AAAGAAAHH! HAAAAAAAAAA!" A roar that should not have been possible. A ring around the arm, the same bracelet as before. But this time, the ray went into the sky - and split. Hitting the ground everywhere around the Undead, his stopped heart turned into fire. His brain turned into fire. His entire soul, body, and blood, everything became fire. It seemed as though this had been a deathcry - but that was a wrong assumption. Because during all this, his presence did not vanish.
It only revealed it's full glory. And with that, the ground disappeared. The sky disappeared. And transporting them into a parallel world, where everything was different and still the same, he stood there. No, he was floating. His body, held together by fire. made out of fire. Behind him, the wings of the flames. In his hands, the new form of his swords. In his mind, the wish to destroy his enemy. This was...



The Azure Flame God. The Guardian Beast holding the title 'God of Blue Flames' was awakened this day. Made out of flames, surrounded by flames, his anger released in him releasing fire - in a strange form. This was 'Azure Destiny' - creating two firey copies of himself, one at each side, they seemed even more out of fire, without any kind of solid 'core' in them. But what was even more, all three Azure Kites now threw something - the blades once attached to the arms, and now a grand total of six fiery saw-like, spinning swords aimed at the old Arrancar from the front, behind, right, left, above and below!