Yuma Backstory

If there is a Heaven...there has to be a hell right? That's what I had asked myself for a long time before the night of the incident. Now you wouldn't know of this incident cause it was covered up by that bastard Aizen... I was the first Shinigami to go to hell and come back to the ranks of the Goti 13.

It was a cold night within the human world, I had just became a Shinigami around 20 years back and had gotten used to my routes. You see, I was to keep data on the human world making sure it got back to my Captain, Mayori, who assigned me track the Spirit partials in a general area. It is a easy job and I didn't have to do all that much. Hell, I got to stay in the human world so much that I understood the general town. I ate at the local bakery, People knew me by name, and more.... it was nice.

That was the last piece of nice I had left as 4 chains had wrapped around my body and started to pull me into the gates of hell. It was shocking, I hadn't done a crime before and even if my living body had, I'd already be there. I could see three figures above me though, holding some kind of glowing red orb in one of their hands. I had called out to them, pleading for their help as I knew they were shinigami... they had to be! They didn't do anything as the Gates closed in front of me, locking me away as I fell into the darkness below.
The first time I awoke was when I was deep below the rings of hell, surrounded by nothing but death trees and reforming monsters. I didn't know how long I had been out but I kept feeling like I had been here before. It wasn't till I looked down at my hand, I noticed...I was reforming. My hand was a black skeleton burning hot with smoke with patches of muscle and skin regrowing at a alarming rate. What is this... That is what I wondered as I watched, not truly coming to terms I was more or less...dead. I had died down there.

I couldn't tell you how long I had been down there but the only thing that kept me sane was well..my insane spirit laughing within my head. See, after dying at least 5 times I knew I had to grow more powerful. After the 30th time of death and regrowth I finally obtained my Shikai...and I was the new threat in town. The people knew my power below but yet.. they tried to kill me, to stop me, to force me down to their despair and become them.  I slaughtered them all, each one I gained more power till I became a threat and I was brought down by the guardians causing my power to restart from the base once more but each time I was stronger than the last death, learned more. I was more experienced int he world and it's habits.

It wasn't till my 100th time, yes I kept count as it helped keep my brain working and the memories there, I obtained enough power to take on the guardian's by myself but I didn't. I merely wanted to be free but one man! One man stopped everything in my way! It was a man bound by his own chains... his sins so great that it filled the air with his hatred. I hated this man, it was filth. Trash...worthless.

 I couldn't defeat him, I have tried too many times and I know what he wanted. He wanted me to absorb his chains to unlock him. It wasn't till something happened. The Guardian's showed one day when we were fighting, chains vs chains..blade vs blade. It was enough to get their attention but this time? They didn't stop me, they HELPED me.

Their power wrapped around my own, feeding into my system sending my nerves into so much pain I thought I'd die..but I didn't. I couldn't. I was already dead, what more could I lose? So I took them all in around me. The pain was so much I couldn't breath but I awoke a new skill. The chains of hell bid MY commands now and I commanded them to send him back to his seal! A banishment tighter than before as it left him with only bones, my chains absorbing his skin and muscle...but he was alive, I know it.

Knowing I had just enough to break free and nothing more, I tore through the layers of hell.. each one I had to kill so many beings that it haunts me. The blood shed I was accustomed to, it was normal for me now...the pain was normal too. It was just the screams, I hate the screams. With a final scream of my own and a surge of all my power I broke through he gates of hell, finally freeing myself of that place... my body broken and beaten. It wasn't till one of my squad members found me, I felt truly safe for once.. once in hundred lives, I felt safe.

Later while in jail, cause of course someone breaking from hell saying their part of the Goti 13 wasn't the least insane thing they had heard recently, I was found by my captain... and not very surprisingly, he....didn't know who the hell I was. So I struck a deal with him, become his lab rat for a few years to show the powers of Hell it's self. He couldn't pass that up! It was something no one truly had! So! I was back in my own squad again... working with my old friends who were a lot older than me now.

Apparently I had aged only half my own normal age from the Soul Society meaning I am a lot younger than I should be given I was told I was in hell for nearly 200 years.. Speaking of hundreds of years though, it took me about hundred years to get off the watch list with the Goti 13 and resume my duties though I try my best to hide my strength. After all... I don't need more stress after the Hell I was in.