Post by Malus on Aug 17, 2017 20:30:03 GMT -5
Malus lounged in the bowls of his territory. The Biblioteca de los Perdidos, the Library of the Lost. Although it was less a library as much as it was a mix of library, museum, and place of contemplation as well as experimentation. His most beloved central Horde. During his original decades in Hueco Mundo, when he meditating and building a territory for himself. He started the building of his temple to knowledge and culture. Bit by bit, collection by collection, he horded the one thing beyond retribution that made him feel sane. Made him feel almost human again. And that was knowledge. A place where memories of the past, and knowledge nearly lost could be safeguarded for the worthy.
He looked at the shiny composite wall made from the set cero molten mixture of quartz and granite that was so common to the area. On it lay his favorite picture, a detailed map of his library. With the top showing the cave, and natural tunnel systems, with one of them that wound down to a natural underground lake. The Cero blasted pit that went down for miles, with the primitive stair case that spiraled downwards. That particular set up had taken him years to finish with nothing more than a sharpened quartz blade to hack the semblance of stairs leading to the bottom.
From there radiating outward were the various levels he had painstakingly created. The Pits of Perdition where he stored souls to feed him or his meager workforce later. Within it lay a series of cages, and in some cases devices of restraint to keep the souls he kept bound in Penance till they could be freed of their punishment and into the stomachs of the righteous. With tunnels leading up to the surface where prey could be dragged down. And within the miles long prison lay grooves under the prisoners, leading to a pool in the center. Where the black tears his power inflicted on them gathered and gathered. Where Malus could drink, play, or even bathe in the manifestation of his righteousness, as he saw it. The pleasurable sensation of the tarry waters made from their torment as his judgement bound them in horror over and over again as he listened to the chorus of damnation ripping from their throats.
Beneath that lay The Chambers of Reflection a series of meditation chambers and sparsely outfitted laboratories for scientific and spiritual development, study, and inquiries. Which sadly had seen not as much use as he would've loved to have given it. But with they were still something he'd love to see filled one of these years during his life. But was still a nice place to meditate on matters of the past, or intellectual curiosities that piqued his interest.
The third and fourth levels to last was his fledgling Grand Library. In it was books he gathered from his forays into the human world, scarce collections from the few Hollows who scribbled their knowledge before becoming Arrancar or killed by stronger predators, even a few he gathered from the wreckage on civilizations between clashing beings. Others he had gathered from an unexpected use of his power.
The ability to shift through memories and use them to judge or heal. As one would guess allowed him to see memories, and through that while not gaining proficiency allowed him to learn. And with so many ancient souls in Hueco Mundo, there was so much knowledge of their human lives to be gained buried beneath the all encompassing hunger that ravaged most of his kind. And bringing those memories to the surface, letting them relive their humanity, had gained him quite a few Hollows willing to allow him to copy that knowledge for a few days of fleeting humanity.
A quite enticing carrot for the few Hollows in his horde and under his protection. But still his collection was nowhere near as large as he wished. Only composing of eleven thousand books. Barely the size of small library. But he had plans for it being much longer.
The second to last level had a truly massive, and growing Museum of the Planes. While he had nothing from the world of Soul Society. He had gathered much from the world of the living and Hueco Mundo from his constant wondering and forays. A place filled with his odds and ends he collected both modern and ancient, to safeguard and marvel at. At his leisure.
And finally what he loved calling his Inner Sanctum a rugged, massive, that had a few sparse buildings. Ready to grow as his collection of living beings grew. A place to protect those pieces of his horde that weren't inanimate. Like most of his masterpiece was less filled than he wanted. He hungered to watch his collection grow.
Seeing that map. He let himself reminisce on how it all came to be.
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WC: 816
GP: 10
He looked at the shiny composite wall made from the set cero molten mixture of quartz and granite that was so common to the area. On it lay his favorite picture, a detailed map of his library. With the top showing the cave, and natural tunnel systems, with one of them that wound down to a natural underground lake. The Cero blasted pit that went down for miles, with the primitive stair case that spiraled downwards. That particular set up had taken him years to finish with nothing more than a sharpened quartz blade to hack the semblance of stairs leading to the bottom.
From there radiating outward were the various levels he had painstakingly created. The Pits of Perdition where he stored souls to feed him or his meager workforce later. Within it lay a series of cages, and in some cases devices of restraint to keep the souls he kept bound in Penance till they could be freed of their punishment and into the stomachs of the righteous. With tunnels leading up to the surface where prey could be dragged down. And within the miles long prison lay grooves under the prisoners, leading to a pool in the center. Where the black tears his power inflicted on them gathered and gathered. Where Malus could drink, play, or even bathe in the manifestation of his righteousness, as he saw it. The pleasurable sensation of the tarry waters made from their torment as his judgement bound them in horror over and over again as he listened to the chorus of damnation ripping from their throats.
Beneath that lay The Chambers of Reflection a series of meditation chambers and sparsely outfitted laboratories for scientific and spiritual development, study, and inquiries. Which sadly had seen not as much use as he would've loved to have given it. But with they were still something he'd love to see filled one of these years during his life. But was still a nice place to meditate on matters of the past, or intellectual curiosities that piqued his interest.
The third and fourth levels to last was his fledgling Grand Library. In it was books he gathered from his forays into the human world, scarce collections from the few Hollows who scribbled their knowledge before becoming Arrancar or killed by stronger predators, even a few he gathered from the wreckage on civilizations between clashing beings. Others he had gathered from an unexpected use of his power.
The ability to shift through memories and use them to judge or heal. As one would guess allowed him to see memories, and through that while not gaining proficiency allowed him to learn. And with so many ancient souls in Hueco Mundo, there was so much knowledge of their human lives to be gained buried beneath the all encompassing hunger that ravaged most of his kind. And bringing those memories to the surface, letting them relive their humanity, had gained him quite a few Hollows willing to allow him to copy that knowledge for a few days of fleeting humanity.
A quite enticing carrot for the few Hollows in his horde and under his protection. But still his collection was nowhere near as large as he wished. Only composing of eleven thousand books. Barely the size of small library. But he had plans for it being much longer.
The second to last level had a truly massive, and growing Museum of the Planes. While he had nothing from the world of Soul Society. He had gathered much from the world of the living and Hueco Mundo from his constant wondering and forays. A place filled with his odds and ends he collected both modern and ancient, to safeguard and marvel at. At his leisure.
And finally what he loved calling his Inner Sanctum a rugged, massive, that had a few sparse buildings. Ready to grow as his collection of living beings grew. A place to protect those pieces of his horde that weren't inanimate. Like most of his masterpiece was less filled than he wanted. He hungered to watch his collection grow.
Seeing that map. He let himself reminisce on how it all came to be.
__________________
WC: 816
GP: 10