London. City of conspiracy. City of great influence where various secret organizations gathered. From the elusive Clock Tower to the somewhat accomodating Wing Bind. Each with a distinct vision and mission.

Those organizations are founded and consist of two kinds of people. One who wants to rule the world, and one who wants to destroy the world. The current (self-proclaimed) Dark Lord of Great Britain, Lord Voldemort™, are befuddled enough into thinking he can do both at the same time.

With great power comes great insanity. Especially the power to escape from the jaw of death.

Voldemort, in all of his infinite wisdom, rejected his humanity in exchange for power over life and death. He spelled his doom the moment he split his souls to piece. What is he, a soul smith?

Even soul smith isn't foolish enough to split a soul so many times.

It was no surprise to Arturo that the... thing that killed his birth parents is so wanted both by Hell and the West branch of Soul Society.

He is too dangerous to be left alone. Keeping him around for any longer would result in his destructive tendency and contempt towards ordinary folks ruining the statute of secrecy built by wizards of Europe.

It's not like Arturo cares if a few witches and wizards are dying anyway. Like ants, you don't usually feel satisfaction if they died but don't actively try to kill them either.

"I think that's all. I doubt we will cross path with any of the locals now."

His Zanpakuto retreated into silence after informing her master of whatever is going on in Britain. Feeling tired and all beat up by her newest colleagues. The Grim Reaper of Reverse London is strong, and they don't rely on their Zanpakuto.

They don't even have a Zanpakuto spirit companion as an ally. The moment they sensed Fenix's Shinigami power, they just assumed her as one of them. This kind of mistake would never happen in a place like Japan and America.

"Finally, a worthy adversary who can actually fight with honor. A welcome change to spineless cowards who let others fight for them."

Arturo was about to continue monologuing something about filling the void in people's heart only made them weaker when a boy barged into his cushioned compartment befitting of a king. A former king candidate, but a king nonetheless. Once a king always a king.

"Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

The boy looked familiar. Must be one of the many spawns of that cow who nearly broke the statute of secrecy earlier outside the platforms by shouting things no Muggle should know.

The Wing Bind is afraid of the Muggles exterminating witches and wizards when Voldemort goes too far because then no one else is able to take care of their dragons. The Grim Reaper Dispatch is afraid of another massive workload caused by Voldemort's unlawful activities. Maybe the boy's mother would make the Muggles notice them faster.

Arturo learned plenty of things whenever his cousin turned the telly on. One of them is the fact that a single push of a button could eradicate an entire species. Or send one nation to their afterlife, in this case.

"Go on. Just don't sit in my seat. For obvious reasons."

Some Hollows are territorial creatures. It's in their soul. It might sound stupid, but some Arrancars both in the Court of Alteza and later, Aizen's employ did not like someone else sitting in their favorite chairs.

The High Kings of Ancient Hueco Mundo used to have the most impressive throne. But when the world needed them most, they vanished. The power vacuum caused the residents of the sunless realm to start a battle royale. All for a fancy chair.

And the right to rule over an army of Hollows, but that is already a part of the package.

Arturo was the most logical candidate to be his successor but that all changed when the Shinigami attacked.

"Is it true? They are saying Harry Potter is in this compartment."

"Harry Potter? Where?"

The blonde invader and the redhead does not realize whatever they said about him in the book are fiction. Those books are ridiculous, painting him like a hero he was never meant to be. The saviour of the magical world? As long as Voldemort isn't deader than dead, those titles mean nothing to him.

It would make it easier for him to build his kingdom to oppose the easterners who defiled his sacred grounds when it is at its weakest. Though.

One does not simply become the High King without having minions. It's the duty of the weak to serve the strong, and it's the duty of the strong to ensure his minions are still alive to serve. Call it slavery or whatever you want, but it's nigh impossible for weaklings to survive on their own in the world as harsh and unforgiving such as Hueco Mundo.

They should feel honored to have fulfilled their purpose.

"That would be me."

"You are Harry Potter?!"

"No, I'm the minister for magic."

The boys haven't met before, so it seems. Although their parents knew each other according to their expression. The blonde one introduced himself as dragon something and told him some families are better than the others. Interesting.

"If what you are saying is true, the Malfoys must be stronger than the Weasleys. Prove it. By battle, of course."

"Do you hear that? Malfoy? Do your worse!"

Draco's father must have told him to gain the grace of the boy who vanquished his master as a baby his son ended up accepting the challenge. For now. At least until his master is back on the winning side again. Malfoys are allergic to losing.

Arturo doesn't expect the kids to start brawling like a Muggle. Like fathers like sons, he guesses.

"Do you two know how to use wands?"

As if on cue, a bushy-haired girl entered the battlefield. Briefly asking the combatants for a lost toad before a stray spell nearly hit her.

"Boys." She muttered as she retreated to find someone more responsible. What is this place? The Battle Subway?

Neither combatants seemed to be able to land a hit on their opponent. Not a scratch. This is getting ridiculous. Like one of the movies on the telly where someone uses a gun in a really close range but still misses.

The barrage of spells continued until the trolley witch stepped in. She throws a pumpkin pastry and it... exploded.

"Please retake your seats and nobody will be hurt."

Arturo decided not to comment as the elderly witch's hands turned into a spike. The smiling woman might be a spy for the Illuminati.

So many secret organizations. So little time.

Maybe it's the right time for him to start his own secret organization. How about the Order? The Phoenix? The Order of the Phoenix? Almost there. The Loyal Order of the Phoenix? The Powerful Loyal Order of the Phoenix. Perfect.

Anything for the sake of vengeance. He will stop at nothing until Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto is no more.

That Chiyo girl might be the one to kill him? So, what? She just got a lucky shot. Without the mirror, she is nothing. It was the old man who led the first invasion to Hueco Mundo with the first Kenpachi.

Weakness is a sin, but his sins as a Hollow has been cleansed. Which means he could not get any weaker now what with magic and everything.

"I was wondering. What will you do after you finished getting your revenge?"

The question was met by silence as an answer.

"Don't tell me... You have no idea what to do next?"