The Espada Quarrel (Private: Ashlei, Diablo, Stark, Nada)

Las Nochas, fortress of the Espada and lone structure within the vast white desert. The large castle seemed to stand ominously over the barren desert wastelands of Hueco Mundo. Of course, none of the residents of the castle nor the desert seemed intelligent enough to respect this fact. No, most hollows merely saw Las Nochas as a large building where the Espada and Arrancar resided, and most of the Arrancar were too fight happy to appreciate anything remotely close to "art". The beauty found in the simple shapes yet grand design found in the architecture never got the appreciation that it deserved from this worlds inhabitants. Ironically, the only people who would ever find any meaning in the grand castle of Las Nochas were the enemies of the Espada, and to them, it only represented the Arrancar's strength. It really was a shame to see such a grand design going to wast in the use of what were usually just fight happy beasts, but the structure still stood tall. Even if it was never appreciated, the castle would still stand, fulfilling its design and duty to house the Espada. However, there did seem to be one being within the world of the hollows who seemed to have the capacity to appreciate the unique design of Las Nochas. This being, though an Arrancar itself, was different from all the others. Unlike the rest, this Arrancar seemed to be highly intelligent, and even showed an artistic side. And, if all of this wasn't enough, this Arrancar seemed...reluctant to fight. When all of this is put together, the identity of this one special Arrancar should be known to all who reside in the plain of the hollows. His name: Diablo Cortar, The Cutting Devil.

As for his differences, there really wasn't much of a reason behind why Diablo was so different; he just was. Even as a mere hollow, Diablo had been different. Of course, probably more prolific than his odd personality was a special ability that he had; though to be more accurate, it was technically an illness. This was, that Diablo was unable to feel any pain. While this ability had stemmed from a disease he had been born with as a human, when he was turned into a hollow, the disease stayed and became a power. Yet, if he felt no pain, then why was Diablo reluctant to fight unless his life was on the line? Once again, this question did not have any deep meaning in its answer. The only reason Diablo refrained from fighting was because he valued his own preservation over all else. Because he did not feel pain, Diablo was emotionally stunted; almost all human emotions stemming in one way or another from the base fear of pain. Because he could not feel pain, Diablo had not developed any emotions, and did not fight for some "higher cause" as many others did. It was still odd, though, that one who did not feel any pain would place such a high value on their own survival.

While he normally tried to avoid the other Arrancar, today, Diablo actually was going to go meet one. Well, it was more like he was ordered to come, and that the Arrancar was actually the Cero Espada, but those all were just little facts. Of course, had it been any other Arrancar, or Espada even, Diablo would have probably ignored their request and instead just stay away from them. With Ashlei, the Cero Espada, however, things were different. For starters, she was the leader of the Espada, as well as the strongest Arrancar within Hueco Mundo, so ignoring her request would have gone against Diablo's self preservation. But, there was more to it than that. While "like" wouldn't have been anywhere near an accurate term for it, Diablo did dislike her less than all the other Arrancar. In fact, sometimes, he even felt inclined to protect her, so long as he knew that there wasn't too much of a risk to his person involved. As he approached the doors to the main throne room, the place where Ashlei had told him to come, Diablo paused for a bit. As per usual, there was not trace of any emotion upon his face, so trying to read his thoughts would have been impossible. After one more second, Diablo gradually opened up the large door into the throne room, and slowly walked inside. "...Señorita Mischevang" Diablo spoke as he entered, his voice as devoid of emotions as his face was; the only thing audible in his voice was his slight Spanish accent. "...you summoned me..." He said, finishing off his first statement. He was now close enough to the Cero Espada to partake in a conversation, and he kept his arms loosely by his sides, not moving them.

~ Closed due to inactivity and no need to have this thread anymore.~