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[Black World Arc]: The Pride In Black
Few Saca Dila will always choose to guard the stones, that keep the foundations of their world. They may be stronger or weaker, but there are usually few ready for the task. In this case it is no other, then inverted version of The Former Espada, Ulquiorra Cifer. Not like his original, this man carried in his face a expression of confidence, joy of victory and pride. His back is straightened, both arms holding at his sides like some super hero. A mix between a smirk and grin could be seen and his eyes were shining from the delight of his power. The man would be waiting high in the air, above the skeletons and reaper, waiting to see, who would dare to challenge him.
The mans clothes are a black t-shirt, baggy armies pants and a actual baseball cap. While the original kept his wings wrapped around his body like a some kind of cloak, this Arrancar let them hang lifeless, like a cape, but moving them in lightning speed, when needed. Like the original, this had lost also completely all of his mask and, if the shirt would be removed, then it could be seen, that his hole also was swallowing big part of his chest. The rusted blade, that was his zanpakutō, had been attached to his pants, but can be easily taken off, if needed. Small sparks of blue spirit pressure can be seen.
When seeing someone actually coming close to the area, he shouts, making everyone hear, what he has to say.
"COME! FIGHT! LETS SEE, IF YOU WILL DARE TO SPAR WITH THE STRONGEST BEING IN HUECO MUNDO!!!! YOU WILL DIE!!!!"
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Re: [Black World Arc]: The Pride In Black
Thud, thud thud. A blast of wind would rise from the east as energy of which would be comparable to an endless well of chaos and despair had moved in the form of a glowing purple star, one which moved across the sands at speeds which would leave a fine pillared line in her wake. Reapers in the legions of thousands seemed to be swarming in every direction as the lone star came closer, and closer. Golden hair blowing in the wind, hand pressing against her collar bone. She would smile slowly and wickedly as her body seemed to vanish, energy seemed to vanish. For a short second it would to her seem like the world would lag. Her eyes moving from body to body, using the processing and deduction speed which was considered just falling short to that of a gods. She took in every single enemy the ways to cut them, the speed, the direction the angles and the force, the energy needed and the speed required. All of this happened in a mere second, if even that long. The vanishing was her then pouring energy into her body , converting it to electrical current, and then using it on atoms around her to continously sling shot her through, building speed until she vanished all together. That was what visibly happened but actually in that moment? What actually happened was something abit different then just someone merely vanishing through a trick of light or some transportation technique.
No if you slowed down time to the span where 1 nano second was 1 minute? You would see each movement, as she used her mind to break the barrier of her speed, as she weaved artfully through the waves which seemed as endless as the sands of hueco mundo themselves. Her Zanpakutō was a singular arc of destruction, severing one head after the other, variating between bifurication, beheading, and shredding to bits. Each death brought music to her ears, and pleasure to her senses, the despair which would come to what ever leader commanded these things. Oh it would be sublime, as her hair seemed to be stained red at speeds which made the blood splatter paint itself on her, she moved through the ranks, each one would feel her wrath. Each one with the effectiveness of a trained killer and a pure sadist, would meet their end through those quick planned movements. In all? it would take thirty seconds, before she’d appear again on the other side of the group, her blade letting only a droplet of blood leave it while behind her all that could be seen would be a wonderful crimson spray that would soak everything within the radius of a half mile
”How lovely.. ah.. this despair feels so good..” Animum thought to herself as the voice continued to whisper in her ear. The voice of the black world it was whispering, egging her to fall further into despair, further and further. to stain herself black permanently. She was slipping loosing herself, going insane.. oh.. as she felt that spiritual pressure .. someone strong?.. She would smile slowly.. her mouth parting.. oh.. how good did it feel.. how good.. how lovely.. how wonderful.. how.. how.. how.. how.. how… how.. AMAZING.. “..See.. isn’t it nice.. this world stained black.. poor.. thing all alone.. let it out.. “ The voice said the black worlds voice while Animum slowly seemed to pause, she wasn’t saying anything. . . however, she would feel her lips parting and a moan rising, a moan which she’d let out. Yes.. she’d let it out as her back seemed to shift.. wings forming from their surface. Wings which would spark lightning, lightning that struck the ground, that struck around her. She’d smile.. and then take a shakey breath.. saying.. in a tone of pleasure.
”. Ah.. this is the void .. i was looking for.. Let me.. bring you the perfect despair..”
Animum said slowly as her energy seemed to then light up, yes energy was lightning up around her, slowly at first but it would continue to increase and increase, instead of red and blue though it was purple, it’s sickening aura being enough to blow the sands away before she’d look up, and smiled.. from one ear to the other.
“..Come..”