Post by Firechild on Jun 11, 2009 21:54:44 GMT -4
Thump thump....
Thump thump...
Thump thump...
Pain...
The pain...
It won't stop....
The beats of a nonexistent heart boom within the ears of Shirakarite, never ending, just as the never ceasing daggers of agony drive in and out of his body. Torn asunder, the Vasto Lorde could do nothing more than wait. Sit, and wait within the fiery web of agony that kept him suspended above the cool waters of death. Taunting him...laughing at him. A swarm of angry bees drove into his skull, a hundred white hot pokers stabbing his back and limbs. As if a thousand dimensions were trying to crush him...that is the measure of pain the Hollow was going through. That blasted Shinigami...why didn't he just finish me off! Instead of leaving me here in this perpetual state of oblivion. That is what this pain is, oblivion. Destroying all senses and leaving only the flaming touch of a hellish torture.
Rakugosha's broken and beaten body lay among the white sands of Hueco Mundo, having suffered countless injuries in the intense battle that had taken place there between the 12th Division Captain Daichi Minoru, and The White Reaper himself. The black blood that once coursed through the Vasto Lordes veins were seeping out in all directions, soon leaving none left in the vessel that carried it. A gust of wind blew through the area, covering the blood with white sand in places. But the wind didn't stop, it kept going. It wouldn't die...quite the contrary it got stronger. Ever stronger it grew, forming a twister around the fallen Vasto Lorde with the broken mask. The white sand and black blood mixing and mingling with each other in a violent tornado that threatening to devour a hole in the grounds of Hueco Mundo. The scattered energies of Shirakarite bound together in a torrent of power.
Is that...light? A visually astounding site breached the flaming shadows that held the Vasto Lorde in suspension, letting him fall not down towards the pools of death, but upwards towards the growing light. As darkness and pain gave way for light and soothe, so did Raku's weakness give way for power.
The White Reaper blinked several times gazing up at the pitch sky of Hueco Mundo once again, he felt great...he felt more than great. He was alive...somehow, he was alive. "What...the?" Stretching, Rakugosha leaped onto his feet, gazing around him in wonder. Dried blood was everywhere, as well as shards of some kind of energy material that slowly vanished into nothingness. Raku gazed about him, taking in the surroundings. He stood within a shallow crater, about 2 feet deep total, and 12 in diameter. "What...happened? The last thing I remember..." The White Reaper suddenly jerked his head upwards and glared at the sky. "That stupid Death God..." Sighing, he looked downwards. Ah well...I'll get him back...some...day?" He gazed at his hands in astonishment...they were...human? The last time he saw his hands like that...was so very long ago. Turning around, he looked down at himself from every angle possible. "I'm...Human? No...not human...I still have a hole...I'm an arrancar..." The arrancar reached up to his face, and felt the remains of his mask in a trio of triangular plates under his left eye. "How about that....I'm an arrancar." A swarm of visions suddenly flew into his head, the name of his zanpakuto, how it was summoned, the entirety of the battle of Las Noches that took place. And above all else...the Horror Vacui. "So...Hueco Mundo has a new ruler...or should I say new rulers. I think it's time I finally entered the White Fortress..." Raku folded his hands behind his head and walked off whistling a merry tune into the depths of Las Noches, an amulet swinging softly from his neck in time to the beat of the sound.
Thump thump...
Thump thump...
Pain...
The pain...
It won't stop....
The beats of a nonexistent heart boom within the ears of Shirakarite, never ending, just as the never ceasing daggers of agony drive in and out of his body. Torn asunder, the Vasto Lorde could do nothing more than wait. Sit, and wait within the fiery web of agony that kept him suspended above the cool waters of death. Taunting him...laughing at him. A swarm of angry bees drove into his skull, a hundred white hot pokers stabbing his back and limbs. As if a thousand dimensions were trying to crush him...that is the measure of pain the Hollow was going through. That blasted Shinigami...why didn't he just finish me off! Instead of leaving me here in this perpetual state of oblivion. That is what this pain is, oblivion. Destroying all senses and leaving only the flaming touch of a hellish torture.
Rakugosha's broken and beaten body lay among the white sands of Hueco Mundo, having suffered countless injuries in the intense battle that had taken place there between the 12th Division Captain Daichi Minoru, and The White Reaper himself. The black blood that once coursed through the Vasto Lordes veins were seeping out in all directions, soon leaving none left in the vessel that carried it. A gust of wind blew through the area, covering the blood with white sand in places. But the wind didn't stop, it kept going. It wouldn't die...quite the contrary it got stronger. Ever stronger it grew, forming a twister around the fallen Vasto Lorde with the broken mask. The white sand and black blood mixing and mingling with each other in a violent tornado that threatening to devour a hole in the grounds of Hueco Mundo. The scattered energies of Shirakarite bound together in a torrent of power.
Is that...light? A visually astounding site breached the flaming shadows that held the Vasto Lorde in suspension, letting him fall not down towards the pools of death, but upwards towards the growing light. As darkness and pain gave way for light and soothe, so did Raku's weakness give way for power.
The White Reaper blinked several times gazing up at the pitch sky of Hueco Mundo once again, he felt great...he felt more than great. He was alive...somehow, he was alive. "What...the?" Stretching, Rakugosha leaped onto his feet, gazing around him in wonder. Dried blood was everywhere, as well as shards of some kind of energy material that slowly vanished into nothingness. Raku gazed about him, taking in the surroundings. He stood within a shallow crater, about 2 feet deep total, and 12 in diameter. "What...happened? The last thing I remember..." The White Reaper suddenly jerked his head upwards and glared at the sky. "That stupid Death God..." Sighing, he looked downwards. Ah well...I'll get him back...some...day?" He gazed at his hands in astonishment...they were...human? The last time he saw his hands like that...was so very long ago. Turning around, he looked down at himself from every angle possible. "I'm...Human? No...not human...I still have a hole...I'm an arrancar..." The arrancar reached up to his face, and felt the remains of his mask in a trio of triangular plates under his left eye. "How about that....I'm an arrancar." A swarm of visions suddenly flew into his head, the name of his zanpakuto, how it was summoned, the entirety of the battle of Las Noches that took place. And above all else...the Horror Vacui. "So...Hueco Mundo has a new ruler...or should I say new rulers. I think it's time I finally entered the White Fortress..." Raku folded his hands behind his head and walked off whistling a merry tune into the depths of Las Noches, an amulet swinging softly from his neck in time to the beat of the sound.
