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"You are correct Max, but do not think we have saw the last of those beings. They are entangled in our history. Their fate intertwined with ours. It leads me to wonder, what do you know of the Quincy."
The words of Aragon halt the stride of the proud Arrancar and what was once a smile of joy and excitement had been replaced by a scowl of anger and annoyance. He looks to Aragon, still scowling as he takes a moment to inhale for a brief moment before speaking.
"History is something we Hollow don't tend to keep track of, with all the constant infighting and such. However, being alive for close to a thousand years I can say I know a good deal about our history, even the history that precedes my birth."
He pauses for a moment and looks over to Las Noches, he then points to it.
"Right there, where our humble home sits, is where the greatest sin against our kind was committed. Those... Inmundo Quincy came here and slaughtered us like dogs like we were vermin in their home. Not only that but they enslaved us and made us renounce who and what we are. For a Arrancar, a Hollow, to stand so proud and call themselves a Quincy makes me sick to my stomach!"
He looks at his palm and clutches it into a fist slowly, his anger and Reiatsu were building. This was a sore spot for Max while he did not directly experience these events he is repulsed that such an atrocity was never repaid to the Quincy. They are able to live and reproduce unhindered even by their mortal enemy the Shinigami. The more he talks and thinks about this the more he wishes to right this wrong himself...
"What Kouka did, halving our population, that is forgivable to an extent. Only the weak were washed away in that purge, however, at least he just killed us and didn't enslave us. At least he didn't make us forget who and what we are!"
Max had raised his voice to the point of yelling, passion had overtaken his state of mind and when he realized this he clears his throat and settles down. He gives Aragon a cordial nod as a sign of apologizing for his outburst. He turns to continue their walk to Las Noches when the smaller Arrancar calls out to him once more.
"Max hold on a sec"
His stride his halted again, he is so close to Las Noches, the closest he has ever been to it in his life, and yet it feels so far. He listens to Aragon who has been nothing but a huge help to him, finding him in Menos Forest and aiding in his evolution to an Arrancar. He couldn't find it within himself to give this, seemingly, young man the cold shoulder. Aragon creates a Garganta and out of it comes Vincent's arm, albeit missing fingers and part of the elbow. The arm is handed to him and his eyebrow is raised at this puzzling gesture, however, the next words that hit the ears of Maximiliano would be words he never expected to hear.
"Here, eat this. Consider yourself my prospect for the new God-King."
God-King? Max takes the arm and looks at it. God-King? The notion of becoming the God-King had run through his mind at one point while he was roaming the sands. It was just a wild thought to entertain himself with but- The throne, it's empty. He takes a look at Las Noches. Her throne is empty without no one to guide it, to occupy it. This, within itself, is a sin. Such an unforgivable act cannot be left as is. He nods and quickly devours the arm and the moment he is done he drops to his knees, his body glowing with a Reiatsu color similar to Vincent's that shines out into the sky like a beacon. His body pulsates repeatedly as if it were about to combust. Slowly, the rainbow hue of Reiatsu is subdued, slowly, it is dominated by another color, Royal Purple. Now the rainbow light has faded to a new color almost symbolic in nature showing that a new King had arrived. Max stumbles to his feet letting out a lengthy exhale, he managed to subdue the power he had received and made it his own. There was no outburst of Reiatsu, no tremors in the ground, the only spectacle of this event was the bright light of his Reiatsu. Aragon would be the closest one to witness this event, or so Maximiliano thought.
"Okay... That was... Different. Let's continue onward so th-"
Perhaps still off-balance from the surge of power flowing through his body he failed to notice something in the sand and tripped over it. He falls face-first into the sand, this man who now has his sights set on the throne is face down in the sand. He gets up, dusting himself off, and is rather calm about the whole situation. Looking back to see what tripped him he notices a collar, it is clearly some sort of clothing sticking out of the sand. He walks over towards it and grasps the collar lifting up whatever, or whoever, it was that made him fall. He brings it eye level to himself to see it is none other than Nicolas Presagio, although Max does not know his name.
"Amigo, uhh, you know there are beds in Las Noches, right? You don't have to lay around out here in the sand."
Max scratches the back of his head with his free hand, unsure of how to deal with this Arrancar. He wasn't upset with him, more so concerned about the fact he was just laying around in the sand. He lets him go, whether Nic lands on his feet or flops back onto the ground is up to him.
"Look, I plan on becoming the God-King. You're free to do as you please but when I call upon you, I expect to see you."
These words were more of a friendly warning rather than a threat. Max wasn't the type to take away people's freedoms to satisfy his own ego. No, he will rule through freedom, and through freedom, the sins of the past shall be avenged...
This whole time, since consuming the arm, Max had not noticed his Reiatsu leaking out. While Nic was in his grasp and held at eye level with Max, he would possibly feel his entire body slowly being crushed and suffocated as if it were in a vice. It wasn't until he was let go that this feeling would subside. The same goes for Aragon who walks alongside him, he may slowly lag behind further and further all in an attempt to escape the crushing Reiatsu of the monster he helped create. He was not purposely doing this, he was wholly ignorant that his newfound power was seeping out and harming those around him. For those in the distance and those even further away, they would sense an odd fluctuation in the air. First, Vincent's Reiatsu would vanish from the air, and then minutes later another being would be sensed holding a power that rivals or even outmatches Vincent. All this power is resonating from Maximiliano Zacarías who notices that he is having a more difficult time controlling his Reiatsu.
"I feel like I need to... Let off a bit of steam."
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"You are correct Max, but do not think we have saw the last of those beings. They are entangled in our history. Their fate intertwined with ours. It leads me to wonder, what do you know of the Quincy."
The words of Aragon halt the stride of the proud Arrancar and what was once a smile of joy and excitement had been replaced by a scowl of anger and annoyance. He looks to Aragon, still scowling as he takes a moment to inhale for a brief moment before speaking.
"History is something we Hollow don't tend to keep track of, with all the constant infighting and such. However, being alive for close to a thousand years I can say I know a good deal about our history, even the history that precedes my birth."
He pauses for a moment and looks over to Las Noches, he then points to it.
"Right there, where our humble home sits, is where the greatest sin against our kind was committed. Those... Inmundo Quincy came here and slaughtered us like dogs like we were vermin in their home. Not only that but they enslaved us and made us renounce who and what we are. For a Arrancar, a Hollow, to stand so proud and call themselves a Quincy makes me sick to my stomach!"
He looks at his palm and clutches it into a fist slowly, his anger and Reiatsu were building. This was a sore spot for Max while he did not directly experience these events he is repulsed that such an atrocity was never repaid to the Quincy. They are able to live and reproduce unhindered even by their mortal enemy the Shinigami. The more he talks and thinks about this the more he wishes to right this wrong himself...
"What Kouka did, halving our population, that is forgivable to an extent. Only the weak were washed away in that purge, however, at least he just killed us and didn't enslave us. At least he didn't make us forget who and what we are!"
Max had raised his voice to the point of yelling, passion had overtaken his state of mind and when he realized this he clears his throat and settles down. He gives Aragon a cordial nod as a sign of apologizing for his outburst. He turns to continue their walk to Las Noches when the smaller Arrancar calls out to him once more.
"Max hold on a sec"
His stride his halted again, he is so close to Las Noches, the closest he has ever been to it in his life, and yet it feels so far. He listens to Aragon who has been nothing but a huge help to him, finding him in Menos Forest and aiding in his evolution to an Arrancar. He couldn't find it within himself to give this, seemingly, young man the cold shoulder. Aragon creates a Garganta and out of it comes Vincent's arm, albeit missing fingers and part of the elbow. The arm is handed to him and his eyebrow is raised at this puzzling gesture, however, the next words that hit the ears of Maximiliano would be words he never expected to hear.
"Here, eat this. Consider yourself my prospect for the new God-King."
God-King? Max takes the arm and looks at it. God-King? The notion of becoming the God-King had run through his mind at one point while he was roaming the sands. It was just a wild thought to entertain himself with but- The throne, it's empty. He takes a look at Las Noches. Her throne is empty without no one to guide it, to occupy it. This, within itself, is a sin. Such an unforgivable act cannot be left as is. He nods and quickly devours the arm and the moment he is done he drops to his knees, his body glowing with a Reiatsu color similar to Vincent's that shines out into the sky like a beacon. His body pulsates repeatedly as if it were about to combust. Slowly, the rainbow hue of Reiatsu is subdued, slowly, it is dominated by another color, Royal Purple. Now the rainbow light has faded to a new color almost symbolic in nature showing that a new King had arrived. Max stumbles to his feet letting out a lengthy exhale, he managed to subdue the power he had received and made it his own. There was no outburst of Reiatsu, no tremors in the ground, the only spectacle of this event was the bright light of his Reiatsu. Aragon would be the closest one to witness this event, or so Maximiliano thought.
"Okay... That was... Different. Let's continue onward so th-"
Perhaps still off-balance from the surge of power flowing through his body he failed to notice something in the sand and tripped over it. He falls face-first into the sand, this man who now has his sights set on the throne is face down in the sand. He gets up, dusting himself off, and is rather calm about the whole situation. Looking back to see what tripped him he notices a collar, it is clearly some sort of clothing sticking out of the sand. He walks over towards it and grasps the collar lifting up whatever, or whoever, it was that made him fall. He brings it eye level to himself to see it is none other than Nicolas Presagio, although Max does not know his name.
"Amigo, uhh, you know there are beds in Las Noches, right? You don't have to lay around out here in the sand."
Max scratches the back of his head with his free hand, unsure of how to deal with this Arrancar. He wasn't upset with him, more so concerned about the fact he was just laying around in the sand. He lets him go, whether Nic lands on his feet or flops back onto the ground is up to him.
"Look, I plan on becoming the God-King. You're free to do as you please but when I call upon you, I expect to see you."
These words were more of a friendly warning rather than a threat. Max wasn't the type to take away people's freedoms to satisfy his own ego. No, he will rule through freedom, and through freedom, the sins of the past shall be avenged...
This whole time, since consuming the arm, Max had not noticed his Reiatsu leaking out. While Nic was in his grasp and held at eye level with Max, he would possibly feel his entire body slowly being crushed and suffocated as if it were in a vice. It wasn't until he was let go that this feeling would subside. The same goes for Aragon who walks alongside him, he may slowly lag behind further and further all in an attempt to escape the crushing Reiatsu of the monster he helped create. He was not purposely doing this, he was wholly ignorant that his newfound power was seeping out and harming those around him. For those in the distance and those even further away, they would sense an odd fluctuation in the air. First, Vincent's Reiatsu would vanish from the air, and then minutes later another being would be sensed holding a power that rivals or even outmatches Vincent. All this power is resonating from Maximiliano Zacarías who notices that he is having a more difficult time controlling his Reiatsu.
"I feel like I need to... Let off a bit of steam."
