A Monster in Ikeda

Satsukiyama Park, Ikeda. Midnight

To most residents of Ikeda, the park was a source of pride and joy, a wonderful haven of nature and a prime addition to the city as a whole. Yet tonight, tonight there was something off about the otherwise idyllic landscape.

Perhaps it was the eerie sound of chanting voices, or the robed individuals to whom the aforementioned voices belonged. All of them wore facial veils obscuring their features, all save one, a tall lanky male with wispy black hair who let his hand trail sigils into the empty air while he spoke amidst the chanting of his companions.

"My right hand is the stone that bridges worlds. My left hand is the blade that binds reality. The black-haired shepherd is hung from a chair. Stratus clouds come, and I strike down the ibis."

Each syllable was like a dagger that sunk deep into the fabric of space and dimensions, and as the utterances continued, a vertical black line with jagged edges appeared in the air, splitting apart to reveal a into some preternatural blackness.

Finally! The moment was upon them, soon a Gillian would emerge from the Garganta, drawn to them by the spell that had been devised for this very occasion. Then they'd bind and incapacitate it, as a scientist of the noble art he could hardly contain his excitement. Through skillful use of Kakushitsujiaku they'd managed to successfully pinpoint its location in Hueco Mundo, and went to the spot in Osaka that corresponded with that location.

"Stop it right there!"

The chants were silenced as the robed figures were startled out of their concentration, a male shinigami wearing their traditional garbs had come to interrupt whatever foulness the sorcerers were plotting, his drawn and raised in preparation for combat.

"I may not know what you're up to, but you don't have to be the President of the Comittee of Research and Development to figure out that you're up to no good!" He charged forwards towards the unmasked individual who spat and cursed at him. "You fool! If you distract us we won't be able to bind i--"

But the adepts words fell on deaf ears, and he was forced to cut himself short in order to defend himself with a hastily woven which parried the blow easily enough. With a subtle sign, he commandedthe energy shield to surge forwards as a makeshift projectile, sending the other man skittering across the ground, forced backwards by the sheer momentum. The adept nodded to the neophytes who resumed their chanting, they couldn't afford to miss a moment once the Gillian came through.

With a mighty show of exertion, the Shinigami broke free of the thrown energy shield and was just about to prepare for a counterattack when he saw that his adversary had lowered his hand towards him, the next word spoken was the last one he ever heard.

"Hadō #32, !"

A ball of red flame impacted the man square in the chest and sent him flying into a nearby tree which exploded into a pillar of eldritch flames, his asauchi being flung from his grasp and piercing a grassy mound some yards away. The adept smirked, turned around and was met with a bright flash of the purest scarlet, then he too was gone, annihilated by a Cero from the very monster they wished to summon.

Long bony white fingers widened the gap in space as a horrific creature some three stories tall stepped out into the middle of the park, it was draped in a black covering that obscured most of it features. But the most distinctive feature of the gargantuan monstrosity was its white mask, with its distinctive elongated nose.. at a distance it resembled a caricature of an oversized witch-like being, as they were often described or depicted in childrens litterature. It let out a chilling moan that caused the earth around it to rumble from the sound alone, as it left the garganta behind and exited fully into the world of the living. Its bead-like eyes scanning the horizon for anything that might constitute a proper meal.