Post by Senshu Yamaguchi on Mar 23, 2011 14:31:00 GMT -5
Months before his meeting & fall before Louis von Herman...
[align=center]Canto I: Route 666[/align]
Tick...tick...tick...tick
Tick tock go the hands on the clock, resting on the wall in the room. A room with an immense burden forced upon it, one that even a God would find taxing, the burden of housing the black beast of the white sands, Senshu Yamaguchi. However, on this midnight dreary, weak and weary the black beast seems to have fallen. Oh but not from a blade, or arrow or fist, but by the traitorous machinations of his own body. One could assert the tick tocking of this clock is in fact the timer for his impending expiration. For a while, the lycans body has been deteriorating like a cancer patient without treatment. His hair leaps from his skull, his skin shrivels as if frightened and his bones nearly visible behind his sickly face. His body now indistinguishable from that of the most elderly man has ceased all function, pumping just enough blood to keep him alive long enough to feel the soft sting of death. This room, senshu has not left for nearly a month not because of self-loathing but because he literally couldn’t leave it, his weak and weary body wouldn’t allow it. He has managed to make his way to his knees, but that is as far as the demon can go. A bubbling black substance is forming inside of his hollow hole and it seems to be within his blood which he is constantly regurgitating. What is this putrid black liquid? Is it the manifestation of his rotted soul taking over his body? Or is it simply his insides telling him ‘they’re done’. Whatever it is, one thing is clear. The end of yamaguchi is evident and near.
"huh......huh...God dammit.."
What the fuck is happening to me…The last person i fought was siy but, we ended in a draw, he didn’t even use whatever 'higher power' he kept babbling about. So why does my body feel as if it is sustaining some incredible injury. I can barely fuckin move, nothin's workin right. Am i sick? No, that’s impossible, im a fuckin ghost i can’t get sick. Goddamit is this how it ends? I fucking get some random virus n' that’s it, I’m done? I'm supposed ta go out fighting, or as a result of battle. Hell, I’d even take an assassination but A FUCKING DISEASE?!
"IVE WORKED TO FUCKING HARD GOD DAMMIT!! *cough,cough* i WONT GO OUT LIKE THIS, I WONT BE...
Before the espada can finish his statement to no one, all thought in his head begins to slow down. His vision begins to fade as the sweat on his brow grows heavier from more of its release. He begins to waver to and fro, side to side as the lycans mind slowly slips into unconsciousness. After a few moments of silence, Senshu falls face first onto the cold wooden floor of his room. His heart still beats just barely but it doesn’t look like he will be awaking any time soon. He has passed out.
Descension to Madness
Senshu suddenly feels wind blowing intensely against his face as darkness surrounds him. As he awakens, he finds himself falling down a narrow and seemingly never ending pit of earth and stone. He falls with the speed and subtle grace of a body plummeting from a tall skyscraper in a final act of suicide. As he drops down through the seemingly never ending abyss, the darkness begins to become lit by a red fiery light. As if he were free falling from a plane, senshu tries to maneuver his way over to the walls closely surround him in an attempt to grab on and stop his descent but to no avail. Instead the segunda simply continues to dwindle down the chasm, as the heat around him begins to increase drastically with each second and the faint sound of deathly moaning tickles his ears.
What the fucks happening?! I pass out then I’m suddenly falling? Maybe I’m dreaming or maybe I’m. Maybe I’m dead. Maybe i'm...Falling into the pits of hell. I suppose i deserve this if i cannot even win a battle against a simple sickness. A sickness brought on by my own power. How pathetic. If i can't even conquer my own power, how could i ever dream of conquering anything else. I guess it was a lie I’ve been telling myself....Greed has forsaken me...Now there is no hope...
Senshu allows his body to become limp as he accepts the fate which lies before him.
The lone wolf awakens in a daze, slowly regaining consciousness as his eyes slowly flutter open. He rolls his body over and can see the long dark pit from whence he came still above him. So it's not a dream, he thinks as he picks himself up off the hot ground to survey his surroundings. All around him there is nothing but volcanic stone and fire. On the walls are what seem to be the bodies of humans fused into them, wailing in pain and torment. The ash and the smell of sulfur fill the air. The smell is so thick it feels as though someone is spraying an aerosol can of it directly to the face. Yamaguchi walks to the edge of the cliff he is apparently standing on and sees a long black river filled with pluses or 'souls' In the distance he can see demonic looking creatures torturing random bodies. It is exactly as the segunda thought.
"So.....this is hell.."
Senshu walks for a bit until he finally exits the caved cliff side which he fell to. As he walks he notices his body has been completely restored to the way it was before he grew ill. His long black hair flowing down to his neck, his ebony brown skin young and full of life. What exactly is going on here? At the caves exit there lies an endless field of black grass with a large castle surrounded by seven gates, all enshrouded in a strange darkness brought on by the swirling dark grey sky. The espada decides to go ahead and make his way to the structure seeing as how he has nowhere else to go.
Why am i back in my old body? The way it was before this damned sickness overcame. And killed me...Oh well, none of that really matters at this point anyway, i just need to keep moving, although...for hell this setting is really not how i expected it. I think i saw some demons or something down below but, why aren't they up here attacking me. And why am i free to roam about as i am? Maybe that’s' my personal hell... Roaming around in nothingness for eternity with no one to fight. Nothing to do...
The lycanthrope arrives at the grand gates towering above him and gazes at them for a moment in awe. The middle of the dead black gates opens for senshu and he walks in, hesitantly at first, but strongly determined nonetheless. After strolling down the dim pathway leading to the stone door, Yamaguchi knocks on them but there is no answer. Instead, they slowly creek open like the still jaws of a crocodile before it swallows its prey. Cautiously, Senshu creeps into the poorly lit castle, looking around to assess his situation. Emptiness surrounds the dead man, the echoes of his footsteps serving as his only company. Before he can take another few steps however, a ghostly familiar voice tickles the crevices of the wolf's pointed ears.
"Come to me Senshu, please come to me! follow the sound of my voice..."
"what? Why? Who are you? Why should i listen to a faceless voice?.."
" There is no time, i'll explain when you arrive, just please hurry! Were running out of time..."
Even though he knows this may be a trap of some sort the espada decides to go ahead and proceed to the location of the ominous female voice. He runs down the hall, checking the surrounding chambers as he goes. He finds various recognizable historical figures such as Julius Caesar and Aristotle, but none of whom is the origin of the voice. Eventually, he would find his way to a large central corridor with a bronze statue placed at its center. The statue resembles a young woman posed with one hand over her heart and the other extended out away from her body. Truly this statuesque figure is a sad sight to behold. It seems to exude the pain one would after being pierced by a feral blade. As senshu slowly makes his way up to the frozen goddess of woe, his eyes begin to squint and his brow raises, this girl looks familiar.
“it can’t be…..it’s impossible!...â€
Ghosts of the Past
The arrancars confused expression slowly morphs into one of joyous yet dreadfully painful realization. This statue, this voice, it actually belongs to the only person Senshu has ever really felt love for.
“….Sissely…..is….is that you?..â€
“Yes, it is I, sissely..Your beloved little sister…â€
“If this is some sort a trick, if you’re some kinda demon I swear to Christ himself I will make you suffer a hell a thousand times worse than the one yer already in!..â€
“This is no trick and I am no demon. I am your beloved sister…â€
~My God…it really is her..but..how? And why isn’t she in Soul Society or even Hueco Mundo. She never sinned in life, not even once. Why has she been damned to hades? Fuck it, none of that matters right now…all that matters is she’s here, right in front of me. I never thought I’d see her again…even if this is hell don’t care as long as I get to suffer with alongside me.~
In complete disbelief, Senshu steps up to his first of kin. Frigidly at first, he wraps his arms around her, but then softens his grip as he closes his eyes, warmly hugging her with the cold embrace of a cadaverous corpse. As the brother hugs his long lost sister, cracks begin to form all over her solid bronze body and a grim green light starts to peak out through these cracks. In an explosion of blinding green light, the bronze bursts off of sisseleys' body as she suddenly appears, floating in the air. Knocked back by the small burst, Senshu sits on the ground , gazing upon his sisteras she slowly floats down, gracefully landing on the cold tile floor. He looks in awe and wonder at his sibling who has returned to her original human form. Her skin is golden brown, the same as the espadas, her hair long and flowing, like a pearl black river. Her face, soft and pure with the body from of a grown woman. And of course, her eyes which resemble her brothers exactly, slanted with the undying ferocity of their japanese mother , holding pupils which display the years of hardship and suffering lived by their african runaway slave father.
~She looks exactly as she did that day~
"h..how? Why are you..."
"Hush dear brother, stay seated and listen while i explain everything to you as promised"
Senshu adjusts his seated position so that he is comfortable. He looks like a grade school child waiting to hear his teeacher tell a story before nap time. The fallen warrior would listen to every word his sister has to say as if they were necessary for his life like air to the lungs. To many it may seem as though he is actually 'in love' with his sister but that is far from the truth. The simple fact is that he loves his sister like any good brother would, after all, she was his only family.
"you are here because you have died, fallen by the hand of the physical manifestation of your own greed and hate. It took the form of a disease, the most appropriate form for such a sin. I am here because you damned my soul after i died since you never learned to let go, to share your grief with the people around you. But do not feel guilty, for at this very moment...you have the chance to set not only me, but yourself free."
" How? and what do you mean by, "set free"
" We are about to embark on a journey of sorts. Follow my instructions and by the end of it, we will both be sent to soul society to begin life anew. We will not remember anything about our pasts but we will both be set free from this hell.."
Senshu gets up off the ground and dusts himself off. At that moment he happens to notice that his sword is now in it's saccabard, resting at his waist. He cracks his neck and his face quickly turns serious and filled with determination
" So what do we need ta do eh?"
"you will have to conquer the nine circles of hell , we are in the first circle, limbo at the moment. Here reside people who, though not sinful, did not accept their deaths and were eaten by hollows or had their souls destroyed by some other means before they could become hollow themselves or be sent to soul society . They are not punished in an active sense, but rather grieve only because of their separation from soul society or hueco mundo, are without hope of reconciliation. With each circle, you will have two ways of accomplishing this, either through redemption or retribution. If you choose redemption, you will be judged in each circle and a fitting punishment will be placed upon you based on how much you have indulged in each sin, thus redeeming you of all your past wrongs and giving you a new purified soul. Should you choose retribution, you will take each circle for yourself by disposing of that circles ruler. you will gain nothing from doing this however, besides the satisfaction of taking away these circles power over you. Whatever you choose, they are both literally just a means to an end as you must go through each circle before you can reach the end where we will be able to escape and be set free. however....I ask you, as your sister, if you would choose the first option for each circle. Because if you don't there is no guarantee we will make it. With the first option the ruler will let you go after they are done with you.."
"hm......very well then..lead the way.."
Without another word, Senshus sister begins to lead him out of the castle and to the edge of a cliff bearing the same black grass as the rest of the fields of the castle. Looking down, hell would seem to be nothing more than several cliff-like levels. Almost like a giant upside down mountain of sorts. Sissely then walks over to senshu and hops on his back, he immediately knows what he must do. The damned soul jumps off of the ledge , divebombing for the ground several hundred stories below.
[align=center]Canto I: Route 666[/align]
Tick...tick...tick...tick
Tick tock go the hands on the clock, resting on the wall in the room. A room with an immense burden forced upon it, one that even a God would find taxing, the burden of housing the black beast of the white sands, Senshu Yamaguchi. However, on this midnight dreary, weak and weary the black beast seems to have fallen. Oh but not from a blade, or arrow or fist, but by the traitorous machinations of his own body. One could assert the tick tocking of this clock is in fact the timer for his impending expiration. For a while, the lycans body has been deteriorating like a cancer patient without treatment. His hair leaps from his skull, his skin shrivels as if frightened and his bones nearly visible behind his sickly face. His body now indistinguishable from that of the most elderly man has ceased all function, pumping just enough blood to keep him alive long enough to feel the soft sting of death. This room, senshu has not left for nearly a month not because of self-loathing but because he literally couldn’t leave it, his weak and weary body wouldn’t allow it. He has managed to make his way to his knees, but that is as far as the demon can go. A bubbling black substance is forming inside of his hollow hole and it seems to be within his blood which he is constantly regurgitating. What is this putrid black liquid? Is it the manifestation of his rotted soul taking over his body? Or is it simply his insides telling him ‘they’re done’. Whatever it is, one thing is clear. The end of yamaguchi is evident and near.
"huh......huh...God dammit.."
What the fuck is happening to me…The last person i fought was siy but, we ended in a draw, he didn’t even use whatever 'higher power' he kept babbling about. So why does my body feel as if it is sustaining some incredible injury. I can barely fuckin move, nothin's workin right. Am i sick? No, that’s impossible, im a fuckin ghost i can’t get sick. Goddamit is this how it ends? I fucking get some random virus n' that’s it, I’m done? I'm supposed ta go out fighting, or as a result of battle. Hell, I’d even take an assassination but A FUCKING DISEASE?!
"IVE WORKED TO FUCKING HARD GOD DAMMIT!! *cough,cough* i WONT GO OUT LIKE THIS, I WONT BE...
Before the espada can finish his statement to no one, all thought in his head begins to slow down. His vision begins to fade as the sweat on his brow grows heavier from more of its release. He begins to waver to and fro, side to side as the lycans mind slowly slips into unconsciousness. After a few moments of silence, Senshu falls face first onto the cold wooden floor of his room. His heart still beats just barely but it doesn’t look like he will be awaking any time soon. He has passed out.
Descension to Madness
Senshu suddenly feels wind blowing intensely against his face as darkness surrounds him. As he awakens, he finds himself falling down a narrow and seemingly never ending pit of earth and stone. He falls with the speed and subtle grace of a body plummeting from a tall skyscraper in a final act of suicide. As he drops down through the seemingly never ending abyss, the darkness begins to become lit by a red fiery light. As if he were free falling from a plane, senshu tries to maneuver his way over to the walls closely surround him in an attempt to grab on and stop his descent but to no avail. Instead the segunda simply continues to dwindle down the chasm, as the heat around him begins to increase drastically with each second and the faint sound of deathly moaning tickles his ears.
What the fucks happening?! I pass out then I’m suddenly falling? Maybe I’m dreaming or maybe I’m. Maybe I’m dead. Maybe i'm...Falling into the pits of hell. I suppose i deserve this if i cannot even win a battle against a simple sickness. A sickness brought on by my own power. How pathetic. If i can't even conquer my own power, how could i ever dream of conquering anything else. I guess it was a lie I’ve been telling myself....Greed has forsaken me...Now there is no hope...
Senshu allows his body to become limp as he accepts the fate which lies before him.
The lone wolf awakens in a daze, slowly regaining consciousness as his eyes slowly flutter open. He rolls his body over and can see the long dark pit from whence he came still above him. So it's not a dream, he thinks as he picks himself up off the hot ground to survey his surroundings. All around him there is nothing but volcanic stone and fire. On the walls are what seem to be the bodies of humans fused into them, wailing in pain and torment. The ash and the smell of sulfur fill the air. The smell is so thick it feels as though someone is spraying an aerosol can of it directly to the face. Yamaguchi walks to the edge of the cliff he is apparently standing on and sees a long black river filled with pluses or 'souls' In the distance he can see demonic looking creatures torturing random bodies. It is exactly as the segunda thought.
"So.....this is hell.."
Senshu walks for a bit until he finally exits the caved cliff side which he fell to. As he walks he notices his body has been completely restored to the way it was before he grew ill. His long black hair flowing down to his neck, his ebony brown skin young and full of life. What exactly is going on here? At the caves exit there lies an endless field of black grass with a large castle surrounded by seven gates, all enshrouded in a strange darkness brought on by the swirling dark grey sky. The espada decides to go ahead and make his way to the structure seeing as how he has nowhere else to go.
Why am i back in my old body? The way it was before this damned sickness overcame. And killed me...Oh well, none of that really matters at this point anyway, i just need to keep moving, although...for hell this setting is really not how i expected it. I think i saw some demons or something down below but, why aren't they up here attacking me. And why am i free to roam about as i am? Maybe that’s' my personal hell... Roaming around in nothingness for eternity with no one to fight. Nothing to do...
The lycanthrope arrives at the grand gates towering above him and gazes at them for a moment in awe. The middle of the dead black gates opens for senshu and he walks in, hesitantly at first, but strongly determined nonetheless. After strolling down the dim pathway leading to the stone door, Yamaguchi knocks on them but there is no answer. Instead, they slowly creek open like the still jaws of a crocodile before it swallows its prey. Cautiously, Senshu creeps into the poorly lit castle, looking around to assess his situation. Emptiness surrounds the dead man, the echoes of his footsteps serving as his only company. Before he can take another few steps however, a ghostly familiar voice tickles the crevices of the wolf's pointed ears.
"Come to me Senshu, please come to me! follow the sound of my voice..."
"what? Why? Who are you? Why should i listen to a faceless voice?.."
" There is no time, i'll explain when you arrive, just please hurry! Were running out of time..."
Even though he knows this may be a trap of some sort the espada decides to go ahead and proceed to the location of the ominous female voice. He runs down the hall, checking the surrounding chambers as he goes. He finds various recognizable historical figures such as Julius Caesar and Aristotle, but none of whom is the origin of the voice. Eventually, he would find his way to a large central corridor with a bronze statue placed at its center. The statue resembles a young woman posed with one hand over her heart and the other extended out away from her body. Truly this statuesque figure is a sad sight to behold. It seems to exude the pain one would after being pierced by a feral blade. As senshu slowly makes his way up to the frozen goddess of woe, his eyes begin to squint and his brow raises, this girl looks familiar.
“it can’t be…..it’s impossible!...â€
Ghosts of the Past
The arrancars confused expression slowly morphs into one of joyous yet dreadfully painful realization. This statue, this voice, it actually belongs to the only person Senshu has ever really felt love for.
“….Sissely…..is….is that you?..â€
“Yes, it is I, sissely..Your beloved little sister…â€
“If this is some sort a trick, if you’re some kinda demon I swear to Christ himself I will make you suffer a hell a thousand times worse than the one yer already in!..â€
“This is no trick and I am no demon. I am your beloved sister…â€
~My God…it really is her..but..how? And why isn’t she in Soul Society or even Hueco Mundo. She never sinned in life, not even once. Why has she been damned to hades? Fuck it, none of that matters right now…all that matters is she’s here, right in front of me. I never thought I’d see her again…even if this is hell don’t care as long as I get to suffer with alongside me.~
In complete disbelief, Senshu steps up to his first of kin. Frigidly at first, he wraps his arms around her, but then softens his grip as he closes his eyes, warmly hugging her with the cold embrace of a cadaverous corpse. As the brother hugs his long lost sister, cracks begin to form all over her solid bronze body and a grim green light starts to peak out through these cracks. In an explosion of blinding green light, the bronze bursts off of sisseleys' body as she suddenly appears, floating in the air. Knocked back by the small burst, Senshu sits on the ground , gazing upon his sisteras she slowly floats down, gracefully landing on the cold tile floor. He looks in awe and wonder at his sibling who has returned to her original human form. Her skin is golden brown, the same as the espadas, her hair long and flowing, like a pearl black river. Her face, soft and pure with the body from of a grown woman. And of course, her eyes which resemble her brothers exactly, slanted with the undying ferocity of their japanese mother , holding pupils which display the years of hardship and suffering lived by their african runaway slave father.
~She looks exactly as she did that day~
"h..how? Why are you..."
"Hush dear brother, stay seated and listen while i explain everything to you as promised"
Senshu adjusts his seated position so that he is comfortable. He looks like a grade school child waiting to hear his teeacher tell a story before nap time. The fallen warrior would listen to every word his sister has to say as if they were necessary for his life like air to the lungs. To many it may seem as though he is actually 'in love' with his sister but that is far from the truth. The simple fact is that he loves his sister like any good brother would, after all, she was his only family.
"you are here because you have died, fallen by the hand of the physical manifestation of your own greed and hate. It took the form of a disease, the most appropriate form for such a sin. I am here because you damned my soul after i died since you never learned to let go, to share your grief with the people around you. But do not feel guilty, for at this very moment...you have the chance to set not only me, but yourself free."
" How? and what do you mean by, "set free"
" We are about to embark on a journey of sorts. Follow my instructions and by the end of it, we will both be sent to soul society to begin life anew. We will not remember anything about our pasts but we will both be set free from this hell.."
Senshu gets up off the ground and dusts himself off. At that moment he happens to notice that his sword is now in it's saccabard, resting at his waist. He cracks his neck and his face quickly turns serious and filled with determination
" So what do we need ta do eh?"
"you will have to conquer the nine circles of hell , we are in the first circle, limbo at the moment. Here reside people who, though not sinful, did not accept their deaths and were eaten by hollows or had their souls destroyed by some other means before they could become hollow themselves or be sent to soul society . They are not punished in an active sense, but rather grieve only because of their separation from soul society or hueco mundo, are without hope of reconciliation. With each circle, you will have two ways of accomplishing this, either through redemption or retribution. If you choose redemption, you will be judged in each circle and a fitting punishment will be placed upon you based on how much you have indulged in each sin, thus redeeming you of all your past wrongs and giving you a new purified soul. Should you choose retribution, you will take each circle for yourself by disposing of that circles ruler. you will gain nothing from doing this however, besides the satisfaction of taking away these circles power over you. Whatever you choose, they are both literally just a means to an end as you must go through each circle before you can reach the end where we will be able to escape and be set free. however....I ask you, as your sister, if you would choose the first option for each circle. Because if you don't there is no guarantee we will make it. With the first option the ruler will let you go after they are done with you.."
"hm......very well then..lead the way.."
Without another word, Senshus sister begins to lead him out of the castle and to the edge of a cliff bearing the same black grass as the rest of the fields of the castle. Looking down, hell would seem to be nothing more than several cliff-like levels. Almost like a giant upside down mountain of sorts. Sissely then walks over to senshu and hops on his back, he immediately knows what he must do. The damned soul jumps off of the ledge , divebombing for the ground several hundred stories below.
!!!..."