The Hollow Night Palace [Demonica Vs Yammy ]

“..It’s really changed from what i thought it would look like.”

The Golden haired girl commented, face half obscured by a hood of the darkest black, one that continued down into a cloak that blew in the wind as the small female stepped into the ruins, energy mostly contained until it would be on par with what was considered captian class in this era. Respectable but a far cry to the true power that lay rumbling underneath, just waiting to spread it’s arms and legs, and unsheath it’s hidden talons- but. That wasn’t the reason that she had come here on this day, at this moment, no that was for an entirely different reason, one that made the Demoness instead of shattering through walls she would instead begin to push them back up if they seemed tilted. Ruined buildings and shattered towers spoke of violence, the violence that this place had endured for so long, the battles that had been fought here, all of it. It was a place that deserved respect and as the demoness put her hand upon the last tower, the last intact tower of las noches, aizen’s stronghold she first had caressed the white material that was neither stone nor sand, but something different, something unidentifiable.

She purred as she thought about the violence that had happened here and then? She had Pushed. The tower the ground rumbling as the foundation seemed to creak pushing further into the sand below it while it rose further and further, from its slanted slump to it’s former glory, the demon’s own slitted gaze shifting up to take it in, the pale ivory hue which was only offset by the moon which seemed to let it’s light shine over this particular spot, this particular place. Giving it an air of majesty that befitted it well, the female had after she had finished fixing the tower simply had let her hand release, the amount of strength displayed by that singular action being beyond comprehension, it was immense, monumental, it was absolutely absurd due to the weight of that building probably being over a hundred tons, and she had moved it without any real sign of putting effort into it, instead it had been steady pressure that had allowed her to complete the task, not showing how powerful she was physically but rather that she knew how to utilize that power quite easily.

Then she had stepped through a hole in the top of las noche’s one that was blasted in there by some immense force, a hole that lasted to this day and she had fell, gathering speed, her cloak billowing out around her casting a shadow on the ground. Down she went , faster and faster until she impacted the sand which blasted out around her figure minature tremors rocking the area around her while she had strode from the small crater, looking upon the hollowed shell which now had no light to be seen within it. The interior of las noches had once been full of a fake pristine blue sky, and light that illuminated it in hueco mundo’s eternal night-time. However now that was not the case, the structure was pitch black, there was only the moonlight that filtered in from above delicately illuminating this ruin, a place that at one time was the cradle in which the dimensional super-powers had gathered, a place of undeniable power, to the point that the female hadn’t decided to blow it up, a reminder in which Arrancar could rally around, this was a place which history had been a part in shaping, creating and ultimately . . Destroying.

So the demoness had let her golden eyes lidded by golden lashes stare out into the gloom, walking in the midst of the different rooms until she finally had gone to the throne room, where nine chairs sat around a high backed chair and for once she paused. She took in these chair’s which once had been proud. But now only could be called destroyed, shattered and laid to waste. The thought that something like this would happen well . . it slightly angered her but mostly it made her chuckle given, power grew and power faded this place had been abandoned but maybe just maybe it didn’t have to be this way, or so the demoness thought while she could already see the picture in her head, yes she wanted to fix this place, return it to power, but this wasn’t for pure reasons. Instead they could be considered entirely selfish. Now why did she wish to see the arrancar, not shadow fall rise to a place of power in the world’s power players? It was quite simple actually.

She. Craved To sow the seeds of madness, war, lunacy, death, of conflict. If she could add to the chaos by bringing them back to their knee’s here? Well that would be great, more then great since she was a brawler, and blackworld mirrored what she wanted in this one. She wished that this world this dimension would be drug into chaos, and darkness, to make it so there would only be destruction, decimation and power against power, fist against fist, steel on steel. Hence the demon had allowed her eyes to stare upon the largest of chair in the back and she would have exhaled and then? She’d let her current level of spiritual power roam out, cracking the building but also it would seek to wake up any hollows creatures and or beasts in the area, letting them know a powerful being [roughly 1-1+/0-5 in terms of her signature atm] had finally returned and this would cause the entirety of hueco mundo to shake, to the point that demonica had let her small smirk expand, and she’d sit down on what formerly was aizen’s seat and crossed her legs over one another, her chin resting on her palm as she waited, to see if anyone would end up showing up.