A starless sky, a canvas drenched in nothing but black, tainted by few entities few and far between. Wispy, near non-existent clouds that roamed aimlessly, why they existed was a mystery, it never rained in this land after all. The land beneath was starved of natural sustenance yet it’s residents thrived. The only standout feature of this otherwise charmless ceiling was the ever present moon, the source of the pale light that bathed everything below. Odd but intriguing for sure. This was the sky of Hueco Mundo. But perhaps, above all that lived below, among the clouds and moon, perhaps there existed something else.
Not always was this present, but there was a single, solitary star that dwelled among the clouds and the moon. No, it was more than a distant star, it was a sun. A light, blinding to any who dare gaze in it’s direction. A light that expunged the world beneath of shadows, there would be no hiding in its presence. The moon and clouds alike seemingly painted from the sky by this radiant entity. Only a few days following the single-handed genocide commited against the Hollow and Arrancar, that was when this sun had began to appear. It’s name and appearance a mystery to most but those who had been present since that day, they would be more than aware of the existence of Hueco Mundo’s Sun. Helliodoro.
How long had it been, since that ever so eventful day? Who knew.. Sure, someone could sit by idly day after day, counting the seconds, minutes, hours and days with the passing of the moon cycle but, that would take far too much effort, especially for those of, lesser intelligence. Regardless, time was a cure-all, the wound left on Hueco Mundo and those who dwelled within this dimension, that would be just another grain of sand amongst the desert landscape of Hueco Mundo. Those who perished were too weak and those who had survived, had more further trials and tribulations to endure. This was a realm of strength and little more, hiding would do little for those who chose that path. There were those that found companionship, they may survive. Those that had to rely on their own strength, perhaps they would too. There was always something hunting them, whether it took mere moments to mark and take the life of this prey or days of stalking and playing before striking, it would happen to almost all except those who proved themselves worthy of continuing to exist, for the time being.
Helliodoro, this hunter, the pinnacle of a Hollow’s existence, a Vasto Lorde. He reigns in the skies above Hueco Mundo, a bulk of the time spent dwelling much further above the reach of any cloud. Out of sight and out of mind, at least for the great majority of residents of Hueco Mundo, only those with senses stretching far beyond that of most would take note of his presence, at least until the moment came where Helliodoro would present himself clearly. Those that could find him, if it were possible to blind one’s sensory, this would be the closest it may come as the volume and intensity of the blinding Reiryoku flooded their senses. Regardless of how unintentionally hidden he was that day, there was a certain event that would draw him from his home, or at least into the lower portions of the sky, below the clouds even.
Two sourceless screams, long, drawn out and exuding a great deal of power if nothing else. Reaching the ears of most if not all within Hueco Mundo, even Helliodoro’s attention would be caught. One of these screams however, it was not a simple senseless sound, it was a claim, an interesting one at that. Multiple miles above the sands below, Helliodoro would even feel a tickle of this Reiatsu of the supposed king, yet he was still intrigued. Such a claim could not be made without being backed by something. Finally there was silence, although, not for long. Only moments following the once seemingly endless scream, a display that could perhaps back the claims being made. A plume of smoke and debris launching into the air around a focal point, something, no, someone had launched themselves into the clouds above them and below Helliodoro. At an impressive speed, rocketing across a great distance in what seemed to be a single motion. Not too long after, maybe a minute or so, miles off from the starting point of this point of interest, another, similar burst of stone and dust alike, the impact point more than likely and at that, it was situated just beyond the front gate of Las Noches.
Things were either about to get interesting or sorely disappointing.
Contemplating and trying to decide exactly what he had desired, the Hollow that loomed in the skies, had brought a finger up to his mask. Soft, rhythmic taps against his mask, as though to mimic anyone who truly had anything to dig deep about and think hard on. He simply wanted to act the part, for himself alone. This went on for a few minutes or so. Unbeknownst to him, as this went on, a gathering formed at the remains of Las Noches. Yet he continued his contemplative state, what he had to think of was, would he go, or would he not? By now, it had been at least ten minutes between the second eruption of earth and the present, his choice was finally made. Within the very moment in which he had made up his mind, he was gone. In his stead, a faint residual trail of stark white particulates of sorts, bright but not blinding, rather pleasant to the sight in fact. This trail, had blitzed across the sky, fading but only fractions of a second after it’s creation but yet stretching great distances, miles even. Not but ten seconds after his departure, he had arrived at his desired location. Helliodoro was directly over Las Noches.
Five miles separated the Vasto Lorde and those below. It was a large distance but that wouldn’t matter for what was to come. He had no plan but he possessed a desire, not one of his usual cravings for carnage but rather, he was intent on taunting those below, or rather, specifically the supposed
King. One second, two seconds, three, four, five, all the way up to ten seconds all spent on a single inhale, unnecessary but who was to judge him in these heights? And then an extraordinarily late reply to the tantrum of the
King. A unique but not so drawn out sound, a
roar of his own.
This was a
Vagido of his own, mirroring the time he had taken to inhale, another ten seconds. At this distance, it was unlikely to do much in terms of a physical effect, a rumble of the structure below and little more during the time occupied. Synchronously to this, the sun had risen. Unleashing his Reiatsu at it’s full potential with restraints only being placed on the distance it could stretch, and that limit itself was abnormally extreme. Flaring the full potency of his Reiatsu in a literal meter radius around himself during the duration of his roar, he would not simply glow, but he would be radiant. The previously mentioned sun that bleached the skies, moon and clouds in white would be present at that very moment. Those who choose to gaze up finding their eyes forced shut by their own instincts lest they drive themselves to complete blindness. The light left no space for shadow, anything exposed to this was completely illuminated, from every angle. Light and Darkness need not exist together, all there was at that moment was light. As the roar faded, so too would the light, the sun dying out once more after these ten seconds had elapsed.
While it was possible that Helliodoro had previously heard of or even encountered the
King in the past, he had long since forgotten. Despite his near two millennium of experience, he was no wiser, his memory for the most part consisting of what he had done in recent history, not of what had happened centuries ago. He knew not who or how many were below, that was not a factor, he was simply intrigued by the strongest of those below, nothing else.
