Arrancar meet Demon

Song: Reign Of The Dark | Artist: Adrian von Zielger | Word Count: 429

“Head that way, it will seem like a long journey but once you see the dome in the horizon, you are closer than you think. Find me, and we will continue in conversation."


Those were the words Alfonso spoke to the Adjuchas Hollow but a few days ago. He wasn't sure the Hollow would even take him up on his offer, but there was a time and place for most beings to him. What he thought of each individual was based on a series of personal experiences, and the first one he held this Adjuchas up with high regard. Now the Arrancar was no mathematician, so he could not give an exact numbered percentage, but it would be much higher than the original Hollow who came to him. His reasoning for that, was more so based on the fact she attacked first and did not approach him with mind-numbing questions. Such was the reason why he did not invite the other Hollow, whose name he could not exactly recall at this time, but figured it would be lost to the ages and as such, felt no remorse for not remembering it. Keeping track of the dead was not his job—except if it was a comrade meeting his or her end in glorious combat. Those would be remembered.



Much like most days, Alfonso would rise at what would be 0430 in the human world every day, and collectively start to clean up Las Noches little by little. Almost all the junk and rubble were cleared out and what could be salvaged or re-used was stocked up in his labs. Any remaining weaponry he found from the days before his absence were put in the armory. A collection of swords, shields spears. All useful in combat. All of the training gear, that numbered at least a hundred times more in numbers, but that was all that was, just training gear. Good to bruise someone, but that was about it. Las Noches was starting to look good again, what with the internal lighting fixtures having been repaired and the water systems functioning fully again. The place was stable, but far from his expectations. He needed more hands and more brains, but that was for later.



After his day of work he would clean up with a nice bath and go to his kitchen for a cup of coffee, a cigarette and something to eat. Usually that something to eat varied, and having a bit of a sweet tooth, Alfonso decided to have some of the left over cake he purchased from one of his many acquintances, Caesar, a man who ran a most spectacular shop with some honest to goodness, best cakes he had ever eaten. Granted, none of it compared to his mother's cooking...but then again anyone with a decent mother would say the same thing, even if it wasn't true. It was a strawberry crème shortcake with drizzles of dark chocolate all over it. Alfonso enjoyed this, and his coffee, all the while wearing nothing but a pink and purple bathrobe over a pair of gym shorts, a black t-shirt (complete with a breast pocket). Sticking out underneath it all, and what stood out the most, were the polar bear feet slippers the Arrancar wore on his feet.