The Show Must Go On

His emotions had been strained, lately, it felt like a change had begun arriving inside him. He'd been angrier, quicker to lose his temper than before. The emotionless form he'd maintained had begun to bleed. The being he'd become from uniting the two personalities. William and Verathius, their emotions bickered now as they had. He could feel them reaching into his mind and it pissed him off. He'd been killing Nagato's people leaving a trail of ashes in his wake. His expression he often kept blank was annoyed. Something provoking him, inside the only expert on that matter lived in that City. She made him, maybe some mistake happened during his creation.

His digits clasped the throat of an Arrancar, one of Nagato's faithful bastards. He didn't smile, his expression looked like a cocktail of emotions. Some enjoyment from the battle certainly, but anger and annoyance at all of this contrived nonsense. Leaning his form back, he suddenly went forward his arm punching through the creature's skin and body. Blood dripped on his arm as sparking of embers trailed along his body. He released the being as his corpse fell into ashes on the ground.

This was the final straw, he wanted silence from these emotions. Bleeding into him, his gaze lingered in the distance sands of Hueco Mundo. Slowly a Garganta opened, he would be arriving in the City of Minatumi. He couldn't send a note exactly, his eyes of crimson and the body shape he'd taken. Surely it was her doing, she could stop it.

As he stepped through the next exit and noticed it. Her presence, it wasn't here. Did she leave this city and the people who came? No that wasn't like her, though he met her only once. She wasn't the type to simply abandon something that was hers. That aura she had and the sheer volume of presence. It was gone, no perhaps lesser? Dammit, so he was stuck like this now? This form was to be the evolution course that came? The psychological bleeding in of Verathius and William's personalities. His digits clasped tighter in anger, he wanted to understand Rose and Ashlei.

The feeling of their damned names pissed him off. He'd left them behind and became someone new. He'd stopped being Verathius or William. So why was it, that their influence and emotions started bleeding into this painting? It felt like he was becoming irritable about the entire situation. He stood not paying attention to the masses and other beings. His legs came up sitting cross-legged as he frowned greatly annoyed by this result.