Goals Among The Torture

Sweet. Satan. Like a nail being lodged inside the skull, the sounds of a deeply confused runt hammered into the eardrums of The Demon Queen. As The Queen of Demon's tried her best to get out for a little vacation away from The Capitol Kingdom, it seemed lady fate just wouldn't let her catch a break of relaxation. Somehow, someway, by some freak of nature, an unruly specimen of an Arrancar had torn it's way through the hollow lands of The Vicara Plane. With this menace stepping forth into this holy soil brought the declaration of a challenge. Twitching with the utmost of irritation in her eyes, The Royal Asthavon was more than miffed at what was hollered out towards her. Was this child braindead? Had she no idea the concept of individual kingdoms? Hell, did she just NOT like living?

Everything that this nutjob screamed into the heavens was nothing more than fragile bravado and misinformation. So like an angry god hearing blasphemy from a heretic, Mana was going to smite the non-believer with her wrath. In a burst of calamitous thunder, the entirety of the space around them had became blacker than darkness which filled every corner of the eternal expansion of the cosmos. With another bellowing roar of fury streaks of heated lightning filled the skies like a nonstop circuit of electricity. Red bolts, yellow bolts, green bolts, white bolts; these colors filled the hues in the void sky until a gust of emerald green clouds purged the lands.In this ascension into the realm of The Mad Queen, the Asthavon descended from the skies and landed on the ground ever-so softly.

As the clacking oh high-heels grew ever nearer towards the supposed "Sadistic Seiyu", the blinding illumination of a silver moon's glime filled the lands. Through this light the sinister glow of The Demoness's gem green eyes pierced into The Lone Arrancar's very soul. Energy fluctuations now coming to the surface, in another damning boom a release of emerald energy expanded from The Queen's body and her pale skin no longer mended with the fading white light around them. While vortex of howling gust surged all throughout the lands, the coattails of The Queen's sleeveless black dress blew wildly in the wind; extending well past her feet like a shadow. It was clear, from this soul shattering look in her eye, The Asthavon was going to waste no time with pleasantries.

To challenge The Empress Of The Night to a battle in her domain was a death sentence. A sentence that Mana was more than willing to enforce. These rebels, challengers and all those who dare oppose her order were grating her nerves as a tick bite to the skin. One after another, these rioters were getting bolder, braver and more unruly than the last. An example needed to be made, a public exhibition to deter others from getting these half-baked ideas. So to defend what was rightfully hers, the metaphorical scythe of The Death Reaper was going to be drawn once again. Thus, broadcast the results of this battle throughout Hueco Mundo and Demon World to set the stage for her execution.

Face becoming devoured by the shadow's, a shift in The Queen's energy than smothered the land like an unruly serpent. For thousands of meters all around them ripples within the fabric of Demon World's existence crackled and snapped into the battlefield. Akin to a television screen with poor reception, numerous rows of static-esque blotches started to encroach the area around Anastasia. Multiplying in mass droves, these blemishes of the essence of eradication sought to rip apart the very stabilization of the objects or flesh they touched. Henceforth, as these smudges of annihilation rained down around The Lone Arrancar in every direction, they yearned to wreck the very equalibrum of the naive girls body.

The power vested within these eruptions of carnage were certainly not be scoffed at. The intended effect that was sanctified within their core had been meant to abolish the crux of Anastisa's mind, body and spirit into sunder. Systematically -- it craved to hunt her down as a lion snatching it's prey into the jaws of the beast. This fundamental force of extermination first gnawed at the hollow's limbs. Seeking to expunge the appendages of the clueless vixen into ash in the wind, the prospect of The Lone Hollow's extremities being disternagetd by this force was very real. Even in the least harmful scenario, the spin-off of these blots were hellbent on crippling her. So, if nothing else, they craved to break the nerves within The Arrancar and render her paralyzed. Not even the hopes of modern science or dark magic were going to break these back easily if their rule had it's intended mark. It put an end to the very existence of the material it touched and burned out the attributes needed for regeneration to work. In other words -- the likelihood of Anastasia looking for prosthetic limbs was becoming a very promising reality.

"Ye' born in the plight of ignorance: I address you." Raspy, gruff and downright sinister; the ominous tone of Mana's voice etched into the lands, making the very earth around them quiver in terror. Extending her arms to the stary atmosphere above them, The Queen motioned for her daunting supply of raw energy to come forth to and arise to the surface. This powerful aura crashed into the battlefield resembling a supernova blast igniting in the vast nothingness of space into life. Yes, the presence of this astounding energy commanded attention as nothing but swirling green flames were seen within the face of The Empress Of The Night. "Ye' challenge the reasons why my God has vested this power within myself as a medium of chaos?" Each word grew increasingly more hoarse and deepened than the last; signifying the further The Queen tapped into her power. "I'll show you the faith that comes with the acceptance of The Demon God and the embrace of the art of destruction"

Burning up the obsidian skies, the unleashing of a colossal sphere of dissolution was birthed. It eclipsed the very moon in the skies, yet it's dense shadow made it hard to fully comprehend; if it weren't for the faint radiance of green rays around the enormous orb of eradicating energy, it may have very well blended into the darkness all around them. Digressing, the vital conflict this blast posed was urgent. Covering the whole of the sky, even thinking about evading this amassment of obliterating force was going to be a tough endeavour to even fathom. Releasing it without much restraint, the primary dilemma that this attack posed was the very void. As Anastasia would more than likely pay tribute to it's descent to the earth, this massive celestial body consumed and devoured numerous particles that it encountered on it's path. Ash, flames, particles; extending down to a microscopic level this attack was disteringating the very primordial force of existence around them.

Thus, if this collection of raw power hit her -- the feasibility of even referring to Anasthia as a conscious being may be laughable. The craving to corrode the very essence of The Lone Arrancar was strong within this unholy attack. It yearned to degenerate The Arrancar's energy, vaporize the very willpower within her mind and reduce her body into a state of disrepair and send her flying into the pit of unconsciousness in a one-hit ko. Non-released energy attacks yielded low-probability of even phasing this thing; as the chances of this cluster of sweeping annihilation rotting it out was all too high. Quite, the wrath of The Demon Queen's will was infused into this blast and the impulsive hollow below her feet was going to learn this lesson the difficult way.

"Welcome to the land of The Damned. Tell the fools who once mocked me I sent you there." In that single sentence, the blast then formed hundreds of streaks filled with darkness and sent them hurtling to the ground with the mammoth sized ball of destruction looming over it. Now having unleashed a sizeable amount of energy from her being, The Queen slowly inhaled and exhaled as she awaited to see the effectiveness of her assault upon this pagan. Mending the reality around her, The Unholy Ruler of The Demon World yielded influence over the land she ruled and willed it to transport her above her assault and further upwards into the heavens. All that was left now was to watch the spectacle and see if skeptic could even remain standing after her wrath.

"Because I surely hope for your sake it was worth ending your miserable life to disturb our slumber with such hershey."

[WIP] {Completely refixing}