Post by Progress on May 17, 2016 19:45:13 GMT -5
A black speck disrupted the pristine blue sky above Las Noches.
The King reached up to lay a bloody palm against the roof of his castle, having just returned from his visit to the human world he hadn't cleaned the gristle of battle from his body nor replaced the tattered clothes hanging from his limbs. Bits of scrap and concrete were tangled in his hair, remnants of the gift Sekai had sent with him to the world of Hollow. The rest of it was promptly hurtling to the ground far beneath his feet. A vision of gruesome turmoil against a backdrop of peace. His zanpakuto was still clutched firmly in his right fist. It would likely be there more often than not now that he'd resolved himself to a path of conflict and it was there now because its work was not yet complete. Green eyes watched the distant clouds drift beneath his fingers, as real as if he could push his hand through the stone. He still didn't understand the magic that kept the illusion of the sky in place and now he likely never would. It was sad, but it was but one of the many things he had to accept.
Crimson streaks stuck to the surface of the sky when he pulled his hand away, four horrible claw marks in the canvas that watched him as he turned his back on the sun and cast his emerald gaze down upon the buildings of Las Noches. They housed weakness. Complacency was an accepted trait under the roofs of the Hollow and it had made the race stagnant. Erasmus was as much to blame as anybody, he'd thought that he could handle the weight of the crown and guide the Hollow race into a greater era. At first it actually seemed possible, but he had realized too late that such rapid growth bred content and his people simply stopped trying. Foolishly he had tried to introduce order and cooperation into a culture that thrived on neither.
The only solution was to reintroduce chaos and dissent, allow another monarch to take his place, somebody who knew better than he did how to guide the people of chaos.
Until then he would have to give them an incentive to take the first steps.
From the gaping cauterized hole in his cheek, between the exposed bloody teeth, a dazzling golden light bloomed. The power of the King's cero pressed against his throat, causing it to expand in a grotesque toad-like crimson bulge. It absorbed the blood in it's masters mouth like a starved hound, swirling the viscous liquid around in it's form until the colors blended. When Obsession unhinged his jaw to unleash the destructive force the thing that erupted was not the golden pillar that many hollow saw as a symbol of their kings power. It's coloring was a deep bloody orange and the force with which it traveled pulled the roof out from behind him, large boulders of debris tumbling down toward the sands below. The King's Gran Rey Cero was the icon of his betrayal, the image of the King's Castle bursting into a cloud of rock and smoke and shrieks.
Craning his neck in a wide arc Obsession brought the Gran Rey around, cutting a wide fiery swathe through the sands of Las Noches. Fires burned the ruins and Erasmus almost regretted what he had done, Las Noches had seen frequent abuse at the hands of other people and was constantly in a state of regeneration. But he took solace in knowing that Las Noches would not be the only realm to suffer that fate.
"Las Noches has grown still!" Obsessions voice boomed down and drowned out the inferno. "It's fangs have been blunted and it's ferocity dulled! It is weak! And as is tradition among the Hollow it is the duty of the strong to devour the weak! I, Erasmus Mei, renounce the crown and now, free of that responsibility, I will devour!"
[Words: 666][GP: 13][Total GP: 13]
The King reached up to lay a bloody palm against the roof of his castle, having just returned from his visit to the human world he hadn't cleaned the gristle of battle from his body nor replaced the tattered clothes hanging from his limbs. Bits of scrap and concrete were tangled in his hair, remnants of the gift Sekai had sent with him to the world of Hollow. The rest of it was promptly hurtling to the ground far beneath his feet. A vision of gruesome turmoil against a backdrop of peace. His zanpakuto was still clutched firmly in his right fist. It would likely be there more often than not now that he'd resolved himself to a path of conflict and it was there now because its work was not yet complete. Green eyes watched the distant clouds drift beneath his fingers, as real as if he could push his hand through the stone. He still didn't understand the magic that kept the illusion of the sky in place and now he likely never would. It was sad, but it was but one of the many things he had to accept.
Crimson streaks stuck to the surface of the sky when he pulled his hand away, four horrible claw marks in the canvas that watched him as he turned his back on the sun and cast his emerald gaze down upon the buildings of Las Noches. They housed weakness. Complacency was an accepted trait under the roofs of the Hollow and it had made the race stagnant. Erasmus was as much to blame as anybody, he'd thought that he could handle the weight of the crown and guide the Hollow race into a greater era. At first it actually seemed possible, but he had realized too late that such rapid growth bred content and his people simply stopped trying. Foolishly he had tried to introduce order and cooperation into a culture that thrived on neither.
The only solution was to reintroduce chaos and dissent, allow another monarch to take his place, somebody who knew better than he did how to guide the people of chaos.
Until then he would have to give them an incentive to take the first steps.
From the gaping cauterized hole in his cheek, between the exposed bloody teeth, a dazzling golden light bloomed. The power of the King's cero pressed against his throat, causing it to expand in a grotesque toad-like crimson bulge. It absorbed the blood in it's masters mouth like a starved hound, swirling the viscous liquid around in it's form until the colors blended. When Obsession unhinged his jaw to unleash the destructive force the thing that erupted was not the golden pillar that many hollow saw as a symbol of their kings power. It's coloring was a deep bloody orange and the force with which it traveled pulled the roof out from behind him, large boulders of debris tumbling down toward the sands below. The King's Gran Rey Cero was the icon of his betrayal, the image of the King's Castle bursting into a cloud of rock and smoke and shrieks.
Craning his neck in a wide arc Obsession brought the Gran Rey around, cutting a wide fiery swathe through the sands of Las Noches. Fires burned the ruins and Erasmus almost regretted what he had done, Las Noches had seen frequent abuse at the hands of other people and was constantly in a state of regeneration. But he took solace in knowing that Las Noches would not be the only realm to suffer that fate.
"Las Noches has grown still!" Obsessions voice boomed down and drowned out the inferno. "It's fangs have been blunted and it's ferocity dulled! It is weak! And as is tradition among the Hollow it is the duty of the strong to devour the weak! I, Erasmus Mei, renounce the crown and now, free of that responsibility, I will devour!"
[Words: 666][GP: 13][Total GP: 13]
