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Listen Here!
Days have passed since his last encounter with the God-King and his fellow Espada. Well, there were more, but Enrico didn't pay much attention to them as they were minuscule in comparison to those that he was used to dealing with. If anything, the fact that the other Arrancar and adjuchas were allowed to exist within his presence would be considered a blessing in and of itself. For one to exist within the same room as Enrico without succumbing to death was an accomplishment. Although, the man would certainly be entertained by those that dared to stand near him. This meant that they saw themselves as an equal of sorts. However, so long as Enrico existed within this world, he had no equal. Those that were his allies were not even on the same ground as him. Everything was allowed to exist because it pleased him. A sigh finds itself escaping from the Espada's mouth as he puts a glass to his lips, tilting it slightly in order to allow the translucent liquid to spill into his throat. The soul that found itself traveling down his throat was another delicacy. Aged like fine wine, he had collected many souls to prey upon in his free time. Unlike other animalistic hollows, Enrico consumed souls instead of body parts. He was no savage, and he wouldn't allow for himself to be perceived as such. Should one attempt to compare him to his fellow hollows, they'd be met with a swift death at his hands. Yet another honor that they didn't deserve. Often times, the man would pit hollows against each other in a ring of sorts for his entertainment. The winner would sometimes be allowed a certain amount of freedom before the man got bored and decided to decimate them. There was no such thing as winning when one was around this pompous man.
A flick of his wrist causes the glass to go flying off past his feet and onto the ground where the whispy remnants of the soul now decorate the ground. Many lesser hollows and even Arrancar come together around the area and begin to lap up the remnants with their tongues. His wrist moves once more, positioning his closed hand on the side of his right cheek as he peers down lazily at those fighting for filth. Golden orbs track the movement of those beneath him, as a grimace begins to adorn his face. It's clear that he's completely disgusted by their sense of urgency for scraps. Although to be fair, Enrico doesn't feed those around him and he forbids them from acting on their primal urges to hunt. While this isn't fair in the slightest, he cares not. Any who would associate with his Godly presence shall not act like barbarians. At this very moment, they appear to be savages to him. With each passing second, sparks begin to fly within the man until they finally ignite his wrath. In a single swift motion, he has come to a standing position while looking at those feeding in disgust.
]"Disgusting... Filthy, filthy animals!" He exclaims, continuing on as they look up at him with fear in their eyes. "Have I not made myself clear time and time again? You are not to act like savages, and yet, in front of your King you DARE to partake in such savagery?!" His question is rhetorical, Enrico already knows the answer and none of those in front of him dare to speak. "You insult my kindness, my generosity, my care, my hope, my patience, my humanity!" Another monologue is brewing as he steps forward, now a mere foot away from those that were dining on the scarps he threw. It isn't really fair for him to scold these hollows, but the Espada has no sense of what fair is because he could care less. Without a second thought, his right foot comes forward and crushes the skull of an Arrancar that has been obediently bowing since he talked. The face of the other beings grows pale as they understand what will happen to them shortly. Despite this, they do not move a single inch. Enrico continues to smash the skull of the Arrancar until it's in unrecognizable pieces and he has created a crater beneath the place in which the head once existed. Huffing and puffing, he looks at the other beasts with extreme anger as he taps his shoe on the ground, ridding it of excess fragments. Instead of granting them a swift death like the Arrancar, the man decides that they will be granted a death fitting of their behavior. His reiatsu engulfs the room, weighing down on those before him as the feeling of Avarice overwhelms them. Their eyes meet one another as they begin to devour themselves in order to ensure that those around them will not steal what is theirs. Autocannibalism is never pretty, but it was never meant to be. As they finish devouring themselves until they dissipate entirely, one of Elliora's creatures emerges from the shadows with a message from Max.
"Ah... I see... I see... Mhm... Mhm..." Enrico responds to the message without words. Anger begins to fill him more than it had before, swelling within him to a point in which he feels as if he's going to explode. Gritting his teeth, he takes a step forward and finds himself within five feet of Max and Marcos now, having sensed the former's familiar signature with ease from his previous location. His appearance comes just after Max inquires as to who Marcos is. Caring not for what is happening, Enrico quickly interrupts the two.
"Max, you... You really thought that sending one of my Queen's companions was a sufficient way to call for me?" Taking a deep breath, the man continues to speak: "You insult my being, my existence, my status as a deity, my status as the ruler of all worlds! How dare you not come yourself to speak with me, I find it very vexing that you didn't come yourself. What could possibly be so important that you send a messenger to heed my attention!?" Enrico inquires loudly, filling the silence of the sands with his conceited voice. Although he's not very happy with how he was called for, it's evident that he's willing to hear Max's explanation due to the newfound respect that he has gained from Enrico.
