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¡VEN ACA! YO JUGARE CONTIGO!"
"COME HERE! I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!"
“hUH?”
The Invading Vasto Lorde turns its head to the horizon, having caught its eye on a tiny purple speck. Its body turns in tandem, unknowingly facing directly towards Los Noches, as it tracks the incoming….
thing. Ever the predator, its instinct is to trace the preys point of origin, receiving new found direction in this aimless place, a new destination for which it should wander. Yet, the little purple thing grows closer, and without a thought, the tendrils on the Hollow’s back lash out to seize it.
“A bIRD?! DISGUSTING! FuCK oFF aND Die!”
The crimson-tipped bone of the tendrils move at blinding speeds, slicing even through the air as they receive no resistance, moving faster than the winds which Elliora rides upon. At her own blinding speeds, she was sure to close the distance, and with no sign of slowing. As She approaches, the Tendrils spread out, as though with minds of their own. They act like starved wolves pursuing a prey, moving into a formation that surrounds Elliora. As though herding her, the tendrils would fan out in such a way, in such numbers, and at such speed, that the Cero Espada is left with little room to navigate. The tentacles move at breakneck speeds to procure her, having already approached in such a way so as to entrap the bird in her cage. However, they were not dependent on formation alone, as even should the Bird-Arrancar alter her course, the tentacles would simply pursue in kind, as though a torrent of heat seeking missiles, It is not until Elliora applies the power of her amplified Reiatsu, in addition to her sonida techniques, that she is able to gain an edge in speed. Should the Cero slow her pace even a moment, the tendrils would be upon her, piercing her flesh with ease. What the Vasto aims to achieve by snatching the bird form the sky isn’t clear, but what is clear is that to be grabbed by even a single one of its tendrils would be certain death. Yet despite it all, it was likely that the Cero Espada was too caught up in the Euphoria of the hunt to notice her situation, and in this way, the two are birds of a feather.
Elliora had chosen to rush the anomaly of a creature head on, blade in hand as though she intended to engage in combat. However, as she flew towards her certain death, she unexpectedly thrusted her own hand into her chest. The Vasto Lorde would watch curiously in silence. A white-toothed grin across his face, which appears to be a permanent expression of the creature. Other than this seeming amusement, no other emotion could be inferred from the rigid bone of its mask, its black eye slits filled with the hollow void of darkness. The Bird rips through herself, digging into her innards and juicy bits with seeming joy, The Vasto intruder does not understand why she does this, but he also doesn’t seem to care, taking pleasure in the way she brutalizes herself, savoring the luscious sight of his prey’s mutilation.
“YouR’e a CRaZy LITTLE BITCH ArEN’t YA?!”
She plucks from her tastiest bits some unseen little pearl. Perhaps she is offering the Vasto Lorde a little appetizer before the main course. Her chest heals immediately, and this only causes the Hollow’s devilish smile to creep wider, its black eyes now squinting with focus. It grows excited, excited at the prospect of playing with his food until his own bloodlust is content, with consuming a victim for infinity. Until this moment, he has only consumed what prey wander aimlessly through the dangai. For over four centuries he has been forced to consume the tasteless flesh of the precipice world. His only game has been weak little Shinigami and mindless Kōtotsu. Upon seeing the disgusting bird survive its self-inflicted mortal wounds, and return back to the parragon of plumpness, the Vasto realizes that this new hunting ground may become even more.
"¡¡¡JAJAJAJAJAJA!!! ¡COMETE ESTO!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EAT THIS!"
The Bird laughs maniacally in glee, tenderizing her flesh with euphoric joy, ripening herself for the Hollow she faces. Equally succumbed to Mania, the excitement the Hollow now feels causes a pulse to surge through his tendrils, impossibly seeming to increase their speed. How could this thing’s attack keep up with the Cero Espada? Her rank signifies that she is the strongest of all Arrancar, and of all beings in this place, she was the fastest. Yet somehow, met with the challenge of pursuing her, the excitement this Vasto feels has caused its physical abilities to evolve.
Elliora’s burning fist throws the deformed object through the air with such force that the bones of her right arm shatter into pieces. This force would push back against her body, slowing her momentum in the air, if even for just a fraction of a moment. This timeframe is all that the tendrils would need to catch up to the woman. As her arm begins to heal, she would instead receive a staggering pain through her lower chest. One single tendril, of the hundreds that filled the air, would manage to have caught up to her the exact moment she threw the crystalline egg. This tendril would pierce through her chest, penetrating through the same spot that she had withdrawn the egg from. The very next moment, the tendril would separate into a dozen others, which each would expand in a different directions, carving themselves outwards from the center of the Bird’s body. The result would be that the Cero Espada’s body is savagely sliced into even pieces in an explosion of blood and writhing movement. It would seem that the Hollow’s intention was to rip Elliora open and see what was inside of her for himself. Perhaps she had something special inside her that would cause her to be more delicious, or perhaps he simply desired to see the meat he wished to consume. Regardless, as her chunks would fall from the air, her descending head would be able to witness her projectile soar directly towards the Vasto’s own.
THWIP
Where she would have expected a thundering crack of bone against bone, she instead hears only the whistling of a whip slicing the air. A tendril moves at imperceptible speeds, to all except perhaps Elliora. It swipes the Bloody Crystal straight out of the air, stopping it mid path, and suspending it directly in front of the Hollow’s face. The Hollow itself appears unphased,as though merely swiping a fly from the air. However, below it, the raw physical force of the crystal’s momentum continues to pass through, further contributing to the Hollow’s destruction, as it triples the size of the crater.
As the smoke and sand clear, the Hollow appears unconcerned for the little creature he just eviscerated, as well as for the sudden arena of spires that now surrounds the crater. It would appear he has lost interest in her, as well as in his surroundings, having no desire to consume her flesh or patrol this new hunting ground. It is not uncommon for predators of the wild to kill simply for the fun of it. What did have the Vasto's attention however, was the tiny little egg it now held in its hand. This small morphing little object radiated a tingling sensation that reminded the Vasto of the infinite power of the Dangai’s Wrestling Flow. There was something about an object of power such as this, that created a familiar sensation for the Hollow, an instinctual feeling that his own evolution could be attributed to an object of such power. What had that crazy little bitch said? “
Eat This”?
The tendril flicks the small stone into the Hollow’s open mouth, which clamps down immediately. Its tongue lathers the miniscule little object, savoring the taste of power that burned itself onto his tastebuds. It leads the Bloody Egg to its throat, where it swallows the thing into its gullet. For a moment, the Hollow stands still, its thirty foot tall frame dwarfed by the depths of the crater. From above, the hundreds of white and red tentacles that flailed about the sky now slowly retract back into the red spires jutting out from the creature’s back. They slither out from the pile of flesh that would have once been Elliora, chunks of her meat still clinging to their sides. The Vasto Lorde had been expecting a reaction of some sort, yet by the time that his tendrils return nothing has happened. Disappointed, the Vasto turns to Elliora, expecting to have been tricked in some way. Red Mist begins to seep from the corners of its mouth, as its teeth grind in anger, in blind rage, it opens its mouth to shout…
“Is THaT aLL YoU gOt YOU C-
AAAAAAAAAA-”
The hollow screams in pain, releasing an ear splitting
Vagido which echoes throughout the crater. Its body begins to unravel at the seams as it fights to contain its own power. Pure, raw, spiritual energy erupts from the cracks of the hollow’s body emanating as a blinding red light. Its body begins to inflate, as though an increasing force of power is pushing its way out from within the creature, continuing to grow in pressure. Soon, the boundaries between Hollow and Soul become thin, unable to resist the purifying power of the Bloody Crystal. The Creature’s physical form deteriorates, the flesh of his body disintegrating into pure light. All that is left is the mask, the final thing containing this unbridled, unparalleled, display of Spiritual Power. Until, finally, even this begins to crack, and the Vasto Lorde….
Evolves.
“-AAAHAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHA-”
Free of the shackles of Hollowification, the creature is no longer bound by the need to consume, the need to feed, the need survive, to exist. It is finally allowed to do as it pleases, to live as it wants. With this freedom, comes a pure release of the Monster’s Reiatsu, an eruption of Spiritual Power that has been accumulated over centuries, and released all at once. The once black skies of Hueco Mundo are rendered Blood Red for all to see. Even the White of the Moon bleeds crimson, the glowing red omen of an apocalyptic event. Without warning, a megaton of Reiatsu explodes into existence, creating a mushroom cloud of spiritual energy so large that dwarfs even Los Noches by comparison. The Reiatsu of this explosion would be so potent, that it would disintegrate anything it comes into contact with. From nothing, this explosion immediately expands to the size of a small state, The Bone-spires of Galia’s walls would mean utterly nothing to the raw incinerating power of the Reitasu, let alone the physical impact of the demolishing shockwave. Should Galia, Enrico, or Abraam foolishly attempt to simply flex their reiatsu in turn, or otherwise remain as they are, they would find their flesh removed from their bones, but would fail to see their bones turn into dust due to their own eyes disintegrating well beforehand.
Beyond this ever expanding explosion of disintegrating red-energy, comes the physical shockwave caused by the disturbance itself. The sands of Hueco Mundo shake underfoot, as even the hovering fortress of Los Noches is hit with the impact. This shockwave carries with it a crushing force that would render bones into dust and mountains into pebbles. Those not within ground zero, would find themselves with enough time before the shockwave to notice that this Mushroom cloud does not seem to dissipate. Rather, the size and scope of the released Reiatsu only seems to grow, showing no signs of burnout or stopping. Millions of Hollow succumb to the expanding wave of energy, disintegrating from existence in its crimson light. Rushing forth five times faster than the speed of sound, the wave of energy decimates everything for as far as the eye can see, quickly encroaching upon the fortress of Los Noches. Should it be allowed to connect, the God King’s floating palace would fair no better than those who have been turned to dust below. The wave would likely pass over Los Noches, and continue to consume the rest of Hueco Mundo. It is by all means….an extinction level event.
Then just as quickly as it appeared, so too does it disappear, just in time to save the westernmost wing of Los Noches from being completely destroyed. Where once the was a crater three miles wide, and an arena of spires that surrounded it, where once there was white sand and crystalline trees, now there is only white glass as far as the eye can see, perfectly level, perfectly smooth, and reflective. There is no life, as the plethora of Hollows that once wandered the western desert now cease to exist. The Balance of Souls would likely fluctuate back to the Shinigami side now, as the numerous Hollows that Max gained with the Soul King’s blood have now had their numbers culled. Yet, what the God King lost in numbers, he undoubtedly would gain back ten thousand fold in raw power. As in the epicenter of this glass, standing upon a web of shattered lines, is an entirely new creature. No longer a Vasto Lorde, instead, there now stands an Arrancar, laughing maniacally as the mushroom cloud of spiritual energy retracts itself back towards him. He appears unfazed by its destructive power, and is seemingly ignorant to the decimation he has wrought. What’s more,despite the creature losing its monstrous appearance in place of a humanoid body, the thing that stands where it stood could hardly be considered a man. His face betrays his human appearance, contorted with such malicious ecstasy that it could only belong to that of a complete monster. What stands there now, is the creature known as
Kassius.
“-AHAHAAAAAAA FUCK YES.”
