Post by Malus on Aug 17, 2017 18:13:20 GMT -5
Malus wondered through the desolate deserts of Hueco Mundo. The dreary sky throwing the world into perpetual twilight. As desolate and dreary as it was, in a way it was home. At least for the last century of Malus's life. And in some places held just as much to learn from as anywhere on earth. Especially those few places in the pits of animalistic urges where fledgling sparks of culture could flourish.
Well outside of Los Noches, but Malus wasn't heading there anytime soon. That cespool of arrogance and depravity, the magnet for all of Hueco Mundo's greatest tragedies, was something he'd need to build his power before he cleansed it. Before he moved to cleanse the rest of this plane from those unworthy souls who existed for naught, but to fill his belly with their tainted souls.
But what had really gained Malus's attention this day. Wasn't the hunt for knowledge, nor even his standard hunt for the Hollow's who were unworthy to live. Rather the hunt for a delectably interesting curiosity. A soul that held within it such sin that it drew Malus like a moth to a flame, a mass of such evils that it begged to be devoured. Yet at the same time an innocence so pure that Malus was compelled to safeguard it from the evils of the planes. It was something he had never experienced before. Sure on Earth there existed innocent beings, at least for a while. Even some humans kept vestiges of their innocence and purity in life. But Hollows and Shinigami were different, both age and situations threw them into events that made innocence short lived, or the soul would be consumed by those more powerful than it. If not some other abstraction like duty or grief.
And to sense within it, yet oddly separate from a mass of evil as equal to its innocence that one could taste it's malignant force from hundreds of meters away. It was something that had Malus practically salivating to see. If he was lucky the innocent soul he sensed would part with the evil it possessed, and who knew what'd happen then? If he was lucky he could even be catapulted to the coveted rank of Vasto Lordes, or even if not that, the unique chance to devour such evil would be one of his most cherished memories.
As he got closer, he hid his reiatsu and let his power shift through the memories of the soul he was approaching. In it he saw the most beautiful of visions, something as close to a spiritual experience as he ever had in his many years of unlife. Thousands of different souls, each ripe with sin. Memory, after memory of atrocities, tragedy, and evil. It was only the feeling that he was near that pulled him out of his revelry and allowed him to scan the light seeing the memories of the soul whose innocence he sensed. With in it he saw pain, torment, but through it all a child-like sense of wonder. A world where there was no evil and all was right in the world. Oh most delectable of curiosities,
I must learn how he's so pure after all this soul's been through.
He saw before him an Arrancar, a child with battered and worn clothes that hung loosely on his frail form. With a bone collar over the hole in his throat, and a battered body that matched with the tortured life he led while alive. But it was his eyes that really froze Malus in place. Not an ounce of pain or torment, a life shining in them that only a child could possess. Lowering himself to his stomach, so as to appear even less threatening than his usual adorable self looked, Malus said in a friendly voice, "Worry not child, I am Malus and I am not hear to harm you. In fact you can say you are quite a rare soul, I wonder if you'd be willing to chat?"
And with that, Malus would wait to see how fate would unfold.
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Current Word Count: 682
Current GP: 13
Well outside of Los Noches, but Malus wasn't heading there anytime soon. That cespool of arrogance and depravity, the magnet for all of Hueco Mundo's greatest tragedies, was something he'd need to build his power before he cleansed it. Before he moved to cleanse the rest of this plane from those unworthy souls who existed for naught, but to fill his belly with their tainted souls.
But what had really gained Malus's attention this day. Wasn't the hunt for knowledge, nor even his standard hunt for the Hollow's who were unworthy to live. Rather the hunt for a delectably interesting curiosity. A soul that held within it such sin that it drew Malus like a moth to a flame, a mass of such evils that it begged to be devoured. Yet at the same time an innocence so pure that Malus was compelled to safeguard it from the evils of the planes. It was something he had never experienced before. Sure on Earth there existed innocent beings, at least for a while. Even some humans kept vestiges of their innocence and purity in life. But Hollows and Shinigami were different, both age and situations threw them into events that made innocence short lived, or the soul would be consumed by those more powerful than it. If not some other abstraction like duty or grief.
And to sense within it, yet oddly separate from a mass of evil as equal to its innocence that one could taste it's malignant force from hundreds of meters away. It was something that had Malus practically salivating to see. If he was lucky the innocent soul he sensed would part with the evil it possessed, and who knew what'd happen then? If he was lucky he could even be catapulted to the coveted rank of Vasto Lordes, or even if not that, the unique chance to devour such evil would be one of his most cherished memories.
As he got closer, he hid his reiatsu and let his power shift through the memories of the soul he was approaching. In it he saw the most beautiful of visions, something as close to a spiritual experience as he ever had in his many years of unlife. Thousands of different souls, each ripe with sin. Memory, after memory of atrocities, tragedy, and evil. It was only the feeling that he was near that pulled him out of his revelry and allowed him to scan the light seeing the memories of the soul whose innocence he sensed. With in it he saw pain, torment, but through it all a child-like sense of wonder. A world where there was no evil and all was right in the world. Oh most delectable of curiosities,
I must learn how he's so pure after all this soul's been through.
He saw before him an Arrancar, a child with battered and worn clothes that hung loosely on his frail form. With a bone collar over the hole in his throat, and a battered body that matched with the tortured life he led while alive. But it was his eyes that really froze Malus in place. Not an ounce of pain or torment, a life shining in them that only a child could possess. Lowering himself to his stomach, so as to appear even less threatening than his usual adorable self looked, Malus said in a friendly voice, "Worry not child, I am Malus and I am not hear to harm you. In fact you can say you are quite a rare soul, I wonder if you'd be willing to chat?"
And with that, Malus would wait to see how fate would unfold.
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Current Word Count: 682
Current GP: 13
