The Hollow Night Palace [Demonica Vs Yammy ]
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|Subject Post 1Subject: The Hollow Night Palace [Demonica Vs Yammy ] Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:10 pm|| |
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914“..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.
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.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Hollow Night Palace [Demonica Vs Yammy ] Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:33 pm|| |
Four hundred and eight years. This was how much time had passed since Aizen Sosuke had been defeated and Los Noches had been returned to the Arrancar. Shinigami no longer had any say in this land and this fortress, though that hardly changed anything for one specific individual. Yammy Llargo, the sole surviving member of Aizen's Espada who opted to stay in Los Noches after his defeat did not care about the other people who eventually claimed the ancient complex as their own. None of these successors could have hoped to reach Aizen Sosuke's might or peak so to Yammy they were all trash. They all saw him as a weapon that would come to their aid if Los Noches ever came under fire again, but in reality Yammy only cared about sleeping and gathering power for as long as possible.
This became significantly easier when new claimants to Hueco Mundo's throne eventually stopped seeing Los Noches as the center of Hollow power and instead either found other cities or lands or created their own. Ashlei Clixx centered his own Espada in lands far from Los Noches in castles and cities less ancient. Nagato Tengan opted to create his own planetary body, Hueco Mundo's second moon, and brought the realm's most ancient fortress with him. Meanwhile Los Noches itself fell into disrepair and eventually became little more than an irrelevant remnant of the past. However, deep within the fortress's confines lurked a reminder of Hueco Mundo's true strength. Even to this day Yammy spent his days gathering power in the one place he's been able to call home. Somehow there had been no intruders for many years, despite all the conflicts that had taken place in the sands of the realm of Hollows. Until today.
Laying on a bed that had been created by putting roughly eight mattresses together, Yammy was sleeping the daylight away like he'd done every day for the past four centuries. Due to sleeping, his Spiritual Pressure was currently essentially undetectable despite his current level of power being at the man's peak strength. His peaceful sleep was soon interrupted as the ground itself quaked and the walls surrounding him shook. With a yawn Yammy's eyes opened and blinked a few times to adjust to being awake. By the time the Arrancar was fully awake and alert, the shaking had stopped and had been replaced by a flareup of Reitsu coming from near the central building in Los Noches. It was clear the individual giving off this Spiritual Pressure was the same person who had interrupted Yammy's sleep, so to him there was only one option: Go outside and destroy them.
After settling on this plan, if it could even be called that, Yammy rose to his feet and full height of over fourteen feet tall, cracking his back and shoulders in the process. Cocking his right arm back, Yammy then let forth a bone-shattering punch directed at the wall with the most straightforward route to the intruder. As it came into contact with the wall, the Arrancar's fist shattered the stone surface easily and created a huge gaping hole in the side of the building he was standing in. The force of this blow continued outward however as the surrounding sand, ground, and structures were hit simultaneously by the Cero Espada's power. With every step Yammy made the ground beneath him shake due to his weight now numbering in the thousands of pounds, and when he made it out of the building and into the open, within earshot of Demonica, the Espada spoke up.
"Who the fuck are you? Yanno, you woke me up so now I gotta kill ya. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." As Yammy Llargo finished this sentence his Spiritual Pressure finally rose to properly represent his current power, which was greater than it had ever been. Rivaling Captain Commanders, the Cero Espada's current Reitsu was enough to not only cause tremendous earthquakes to appear but the buildings and fortress around him were being destroyed and torn asunder just due to his presence alone. It was clear he meant business.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Hollow Night Palace [Demonica Vs Yammy ] Tue Dec 27, 2016 8:46 pm|| |
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Stuck in a endless cycle of boredom, the demonesses golden gaze had lingered on the gaping hole in the ceiling. I wonder, why is it that in this endless cycle, that it is battle that calls to me the most?
the thought slid into her mind and she pondered. Ever since the beginning, it wasn’t the killing, or the mayhem she caused that pleased her. No, it was the fight; destruction was only a byproduct of that. At first, she had thought maybe it was the killing. The blood, and the screams maybe. Yet, after an eternity of bloodshed and relentless battle, she had found her calling. Because of this, even in a tranquil state, her gaze carried the force of a battlefield behind them. Such power, and malevolence lurked in those liquid gold colored irises of hers. Absentmindedly her hand had slid to lightly press their tips to the pulsating emerald green mark on her chest. This was the only other source of light in the room, casting it’s eerie green glow on the broken chairs.
Super heated air whistled from her lips as she exhaled, and she had found herself being lulled into the embrace of sleep. Yet, suddenly the earth shook.
The wall in front of her exploded. The rubble raining down upon the enclosed space like shrapnel from lead-shot. Walls had holes punched into them, the chairs in the room fragmented further other than the throne she currently was sitting upon, golden gaze glittering as she gazed into the cloud of dust and sand kicked up from the attack. In the gloom she saw the figure of a giant, looming with an oppressive presence, as if it was a dragon among sheep. To many, this might cause alarm; cause fright. However, this simply never crossed the demonesses face. Rather, elation slowly spread across her face - from the soft way her frown widened into a smile, and how her eyes now had been alight with glee. Most likely, the presence of the man had the opposite effect that it gave to others. It simply caused her veins to thrum with excitement, even if the flash of elation dimmed back into her flat expression as the dust cleared and she was staring at a mountain of a man.
Each orifice he had exuded power, and his bulging muscles spoke of his strength, she took in each detail as if she was drinking in fine win. Savoring it and cataloging it for later until finally her golden gaze met his own. In her eyes was a dominance that could not be mirrored even with a horde of millions of raging beasts bearing down on a lone soldier. Just like him, she exuded power at such a level that the very air began to warp and distort from its might. Then, the male spoke. The deep timbre of his voice disturbing the lovely cophony of destruction that sung a hymn in her ears. He said he was going to kill her, and her reaction was anything but atypical for the situation.
The bountiful waves of her laughter exploded from her lips in the form of a chortle. Her sides heaving erratically as tears of mirth dripped with the color of sludge down her face. This lasted for a few moments before his spiritual pressure hit, this endless sea of raw energy elicited an unexpected reaction on her part. Which was her energy rose! Higher it climbed until the entire building seemed to evaporate under a heatwave. It was as if the weight of gravity had decupled, the very ground went concave beneath their feat as sand was molded easily into sandstone. It only continued to compress from there, turning from sandstone into actual quartzite from both the pressure and heat that was thrown off of the demoness in waves. But, it wasn’t only due to her that the pressure was enough to simulate this level of pressure. It was also because of the pressure that was given off by the being in front of her. Only now did the demoness decided to give him a response other than her hyena-like chortle earlier. ”Don’t be gentle, I like it rough~”
To most beings, this would seem absolutely slutty. Yet it wasn’t said with any hint of sarcasm, mirth, or in a manner that was insulting. It was truth, because of the changes wrought to her over time by her seal of eris? She was a being that could be considered absolutely Masochistic
when it came to battle. The more one slammed her, broke her, or pounded her with their fists? The more her blood would begin to pump, the harsher the conditions, the more power would be pulled from her to meet that situation. With all this foreplay though, she didn’t throw the first punch in this sandbox brawl. After all, she wasn’t the challenger here. Although this challenger looked . . strangely familiar to her, and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Yet, that nagging feeling in the back of her head was pushed to the backburner, because she was absolutely focused in the beat of battle. Her only comment to the mountainous male was. ”Don’t keep me waiting, i’m not getting any younger here ya Gigantic Freak.”
With the trash-talk finally commencing it seemed this fight was on the verge of beginning.
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