chapter 9

Hueco Mundo. The land of hollows.

The ruler of this land, Barragan louisenbairn, was a creation of Walter Newgate.

Walter had told the ruler of hollows one thing.

I, am your God.

As pretentious as it sounds, Barragan had just been created by him. He had little reason to not see his creator as his god.

"how've you been, Barragan?" A feminine and alluring voice called from behind him.

Baraggan turned around, axe in hand and ready to kill the woman for addressing him so casually.

Upon turning to the woman, something was familiar about her.

The woman wore a full black bodysuit that gleamed in the moonlight. The bodysuit covered everything below her neck. Long purple hair descended past her shoulders, her hair covered her ears but a smirk was visible on her face.

Two katana's hung at either side of her hip, one blade seemed to be a bit longer than the other.

"hoh? Don't you recognise your God, Barragan?" The hollow froze.

How could he not know!? This was his creator! Baraggan began to question his abilities.

"hmm, it's only appropriate that you didn't recognise me. After all, a change in gender and appearance is a reason to not recognise someone." Walter began to sit down, a bottle of sake appearing next to her along with a cup.

'I should probably have an alias for my female appearance... let's just go with seras.' Baraggan swiftly moved into a dogeza in front of Walter.

"I apologise for my lacking abilities my lord!"

"let me establish some things baraggan. Firstly, when in this form, refer to me as seras. I would like to establish seras and Walter as two different individuals. This is because I changed my plan a bit and acting as seras will not reflect badly on Walter. Any questions?"

"I have one. What is your plan?" Seras poured herself a cup of sake.

"my plan is a simple one to create peace. I love to fight. I suppose that is my fault though. But I don't like war. War causes pain. Pain causes hate. Hate causes war. It's a vicious cycle. But, my plan involves preventing supernatural wars by putting my sternritter up for hire. Of course, heinous jobs will be rejected. This allows the building of a good reputation and the creation of political bonds."

"so you plan for your troops to gain a good reputation so that they can be recruited for much more important things like peace treaties? I believe that this may backfire. What if all the pantheons unite against you?" Seras drank the cup with a calm look in her eyes.

"there's sadly little I can do about that. All I can do is hope." Seras threw the cup away and started chugging the bottle.

After about a minute, seras threw the bottle away and her hair shadowed her eyes.

"Barragan. What is a king to you?" The fellow ruler was caught off guard by the question.

"a king is someone who has acquired the necessary power to rule over his subjects with no objections. Someone who all his subjects aspire to be like but are never able to reach." Seras stood up and turned to the vast sands of Hueco Mundo.

"thanks baraggan. I needed a change of pace. I'll try to visit somewhat regularly. Oh, and you should know, an Arrancar is a Vasto Lorde who has removed their mask. Do what you will with that information."

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'I forgot how shitty alcohol tastes.'

Now, let it be known, Walter was no alcoholic. Frankly, Walter thought alcohol tasted like shit.

But right now, he was stressed.

He needed a change of pace. Hence why he was currently a she.

Bit of an escape.

But right now wasn't the time for that. The man shifted to his male form and swapped to his butler outfit.

Walter needed to gather his thoughts right now. Senjumaru... disgust. That was all Walter had felt towards what he'd done. Pure disgust.

He probably could have done something about it. But he didn't. Because he was scared. Scared to use the visionary in actual combat.

Walter was fearful that he would focus on his death. Making himself immortal wouldn't prevent this, if he imagined himself dying, immortality wouldn't stop it.

If someone dies, it's not just their body, it's their soul, their sentience, their mind.

A purple blade of reishi.

What if Walter was able to focus on other things even as he was dying? The man decided to take drastic measures and drove the blade in his right hand through his heart.

Walter activated the almighty as he twisted the blade.

"shit shit shit! Fuck me this hurts! I-I don't wanna die! No. Calm down. Deep-" Walter coughed up blood and rewrote his death.

"damn! Again!" Walter stabbed himself again. "Happy thoughts! Think other things! Mitsuri, tenjiro, melascula, ophis." Walter fell to the floor and rewrote his death again.

"deep breaths. Focus your mind. Ignore the pain. Now, again!" The blade went through and Walter flinched. But he didn't fall to his feet.

'this pain... ah, I should apologise to misturi.'

Rewrite then again

"this is horrible."

Again

"the futures a long way away."

Again

"but I have to prepare."

And Again.

"the Quincy are fearsome opponents."

Again!

"but I need to do this. Why was I doing this again?" Walter looked down at his bloodied hands.

What was he doing Again?

The 3rd dragon god noticed a purple-haired corpse at his feet.

Oh, that's what he was doing. The man in the butler outfit turned around to see a field full of his own corpses.

How many times did he kill himself? He couldn't remember.

In all these bodies, Walter saw a use. The flesh, bones and blood of a dragon god are all very useful materials. Plus, he couldn't let just anyone get a hold of his many corpses.

The schrift went on and the corpses began to meld and combine until eventually, a woman appeared in front of me.

Pink hair in twin tails. Artificial-looking skin. A backless risqué-looking maid outfit that showed a bit of sideboob with detached sleeves and gloves.

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I looked down at my bloodied hands.

"Well, this may not cause the greatest first impression." A massive robotic hand holding a duel-sided chainsword pointed at me.

"who are you? Why are you covered in blood? Why... why do I have no memories?!" The maid held her head with a look of utter terror in her eyes.

"my name is Walter Newgate. It's nice to meet you. As for the blood, it is my own. For your memories, it is simply because you were just created or... born. Whichever way you interpret it is up to you." I responded... oddly calm.

Well... being afraid of death after killing myself numerous times sounds idiotic.

"what now? What is the purpose of my creation?! Is there even a purpose!?"

'Rose from how not to summon a demon lord. A strange manga and that's putting it lightly.' The blade had now been pushed directly in front of me. Only a few inches away from me.

"what now is up to you. I created you out of convenience. I am completely fine with you leaving. The choice is up to you. To come with me or to go off on your own." The blade pulled away and disappeared back into the void from whence they came.

"I... May I first experience a short period with you and then a period on my own before deciding?"

"that's fine. Right now, I am about to check on a possible candidate for my organisation." I activated the visionary and created a portal to the soon-to-be familiar forest.

"now, let's go." I walked through the portal and watched her quickly follow after.

"where is this place?" There was such a nice look of childish curiosity on the recently born magimata's face.

"this place is known as the underworld. It is the home to demons currently but eventually they will become devils who are substantially weaker." I could sense magic being used to shift the land and looked in the general direction.

"I take it this candidate is a demon?" I slowly nodded my head but started to walk over to the magical source.

"follow me. I believe I know where she is." The two of us walked side by side towards the source.

"what is this candidate like?" I held a hand to my chin.

"melascula is quite a... complicated person. She may at first seem nice but I know she has sadistic and playful tendencies." We walked past some trees and I saw melascula using the magical knowledge I gave her to terraform the forest.

I sensed someone approaching from behind at high speed and spun on my heels in an instant. A woman whose essentials were covered in darkness along with her right leg and left arm.

'derieri!' I activated the almighty in stoicism and sidestepped her punch covered in darkness. Acting fast, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and thrust my knee into her abdomen.

Derieri fell to the ground before having a coughing fit.

'I used too much strength. With tenjiro, he could take a full-strength blow. Derieri... definitely couldn't.' Melascula floated over, a blank look on her face.

"hello master~! I see you've met my... friend. Derieri. I didn't expect you to visit so soon, master~." I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh.

"neither did I. But I still need to gather my thoughts before returning to mitsuri in the frozen forest." Melascula's eyes wandered over to Rose.

"oh, and who's the lewdly dressed maid?" A sly grin was on the snake demon's face.

"I... I don't have a name..." melascula floated over to her and grabbed her chin, the snake raised her chin to stare her in the eyes.

"aww, how sad. Perhaps master can name you as he did me. Oh wait, you couldn't even protect him, so why would he name you?"

"stop it melascula. She does not have a name because she was created less than 15 minutes ago and hasn't yet decided whether to join us." Melascula leaned towards me.

"ara~ does that mean I'll be joining?" I nodded my head and turned to the magimata.

"would you like a name?" Rose looked at me like I had just shined a light through the dark. The maid nodded her head.

"Rose. Do you like that name?" She slowly nodded her head.

"I do. It feels natural." I turned back to derieri who was still coughing on the ground.

"so, what is your motive for attacking me?" The almost nude demon raised her head to look at me.

"bottom line is... I thought you were going to kill melascula." I held my hand out to her.

'camaraderie among demons. I didn't expect that.' Derieri took my hand and I pulled her up.

"oddly straightforward of you derieri." I released the blonde's hand and activated the visionary.

A red sake cup as usual with my own blood inside. I turned to the pink-haired woman and held out the cup to her.

"take the cup. You're about to become a sternritter, so drink." Melascula started to drink and for the 3rd time, I started to grant a letter.

"melascula. I, Walter Newgate, grant you the letter 'v' the vanquished."

Melascula let out a sigh with a healthy blush visible on her face.

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