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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Ring the bells for the Queen is not dead [open]   Mon Sep 19, 2016 9:23 am

The dark recesses of Hueco Mundo was a refreshing sight. The cold wind on sensitive skin. The black night sky not taxing tired eyes. The smooth sands aplenty, soft under bare feet. Coming home always felt good. The demon world had a different scent. It wasn’t as cold. It didn’t feel like home. Crimson bangs were flicked out of the face of a pale skinned, slim yet elegant woman. She walked with a strong stride, her legs bare. Her sand soaked skin was only cloaked in the veil of a dirty white dress that swayed down to her thighs. Her face was masked behind what seemed to be lengthy bandages, a slit for her ruby bright eyes and nose to peek through. Her hair had broken free from the back, gliding with the desert gales.

Beside this woman, waddled a pair of little footsteps. A pat pat pat left little footprints no bigger than a dogs paws. The owner was tiny and sporting a single colour. Her skin was white. Her hair was white. Her dress and little gloves were no different. The only colour belonging to this tiny girl was her ruby bright eyes, just like the woman standing tall beside her.

Their destination was obvious. Their tracks left behind them were perfectly straight, headed directly towards the colossal city hidden in the desert. The center of this land stood an incredibly tall flower, also as white as the desert itself. It’s open petals were facing in the direction of the two as they walked. This city was their true home.

The woman brought a hand down to the little girls head and they both stopped. She bent down and the smaller girl looked up into her gaze. “Momma has to take care of something before we get back home. Stay right here, and do not move. Okay darling?” She spoke with a soft tone, rather motherly. The little one nodded aggressively. About 4 times before plopping onto her behind and enveloping her bare feet in her gloved hands. She rocked on her bottom in the sand, her eyes not looking away from her mother.

She felt a rumbling in the ground. A violent thuddering that grew more and more noticeable. The woman had moved quite some distance from her young, and for good reason. After a short moment, the sand before her erupted. A massive explosion of desert sand was hurled into the night sky, raining down everywhere. The little girl covered her head as she was poofed with a blanket of sand, then wriggled back into position.

Once the sand had fallen, it’s disruptor was revealed. Standing before the woman was yet another thing of massive proportions. About the length of a larger battle cruiser, what looked to be a winged dragon of metal had appeared. It’s hind legs held it up, it’s tail balancing it whilst it’s winged arms stuck out from it’s back. It swung it’s head back and opened its jaws to let out a bellowing roar of scratching metal that could be heard across Hueco Mundo.

It didn’t take long for groups in their thousands to come rushing towards them. Hollows of all shapes and sizes were alerted to the presence of what seemed to be an intruder. They bounded across the sand, yet no Arrancar or anything stronger than a simple minded beast had appeared. Likely because they knew who the woman was. She opened her arms wide as if approaching the mechanical monster with a hug.

“Maelstrom. As expected, you smelt a scent that you were not too familiar with and investigated. I am proud… yet incredibly disappointed.” Before long, the area was swarming with hollows. All attracted to the screech of Maelstrom. They then set their eyes on their supposed intruder, encasing her within the group. She was surrounded, but she had a decent amount of space around her as none moved too close just yet. She kept her arms up, but slowly began bringing them back down to her sides. “I’m ashamed of all of you.” Her hands folded her arms just under her bust. “I understand that I have demon blood coursing through my veins… but none should ever forget their Mistress. Let this be a lesson to you all.”

She lifted her leg, then forcefully brought her bare foot down onto the sand. She buried the lower half of her leg, but in doing so, created an incredibly dense blanket of spiritual pressure. Every hollow that had gathered and amassed this crowd were all dragged to the ground with incredible force. She exerted a terrifying amount of power. Then after a few moments of this, Hollows began to burst. Their bodies exploded, sending blood in all directions. Pop. Pop. Pop pop pop pop!!!

Within seconds, blood covered the desert. The white sand was dyed bright red. The blast of pressure and blood spraying across the sand blew the bandages off of her face. The only hollow still standing would be Maelstrom itself, of which had attempted to back away but could not move quickly. Her pressure was too much. She looked up to the head of the fantastic beast, her red orbs in her skull glowing with anticipation.

“I rule this land Maelstrom. You’re just unlucky that right now, your Queen is weakened. She needs sustenance. And you’re worth a million hollows in yourself….” her hands sharply thrust up into the sky. All of the blood around her then began to move. She moved her fingers and swayed her hips, rocking her body with the momentum of the blood. She conjured a whirlwind of red that slowly closed around Maelstrom. As it got closer and closer, the beast roared in panic. It did everything it could to turn. To jump. To attack even. But nothing. The beast was encased in swirling red and it’s terrific roars were replaced with the sound of shredded metal. Of rusty gears whirring. Before long, Maelstrom was nothing more than another part of the swirling whirlpool of blood.

The woman stepped towards the typhoon. She kept walking, then stepped into it. Her body soaked in the red. She found herself within the eye of the storm, licking her lips to taste the blood of her own army. She laughed. She laughed loudly. Then, she held her hands to her mouth as a funnel, and willed the entire hurricane of blood down her throat. She engorged on gallons upon gallons of blood. Any normal person would drown if this was water, but to her, blood was her fuel. She channeled it. She lusted for it. Once she was done, she wiped her lips with her wrist and smiled a fanged grin.

“Mmm… Tastes like home…”

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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Ring the bells for the Queen is not dead [open]   Wed Oct 05, 2016 8:51 am


Artist: Sandra Nasic - Song: Do It Again

Do it again and again. Yeah, beat it, abuse it and leave again and again. The same story, the same cycle and the same routine; it's so fucking sickening, isn't it? Do it again and again. You are a taker and abuser. So take, take, take and abuse this love of mine.

That instant that the presence of Ashlei's spiritual pressure became detectable within Hueco Mundo is the same moment that the Demi Network of the realm alerted Rose Mischevang of her sisters arrival. However, unlike the last time these two fates became intertwined, there wouldn't be as dramatic of an entrance once this ever-so-familiar power re-birthed itself back into existence. Instead, there was more of an empty feeling that swelled and surged within The Primera Espada, nay, the presumed Queen of Hueco Mundo to the hearts and minds of many who lived under her expansive upgrades for the realm.

Why was this hollow feeling there? Repeated exposure. After you experience something over and over and over again, the mind and body have a way of adapting and numbing you to the circumstance if you endure it in a loop. And given how many times that this False Queen came in and out of the lives of those she "cared" about it? Rose was a veteran of dealing with this same bullshit time and again. Hence, this time, Rose felt entirely composed and about her wits. As former encounters may have led to her sobbing, becoming enraged and otherwise unstable; this time it would just be -- deadend.

It is why the Little Queen emerged out of the heavens with a faint reddened glow surrounding her body like a dimly lit star. Observing the antics her disturbed sisters was beginning to indulge in, The Primera Espada could only let out a sigh and begin to let her kill a few in the audience for sport. Once that number reached to one hundred, however, this spoiled brat's rampage would cease. As the spiritual energies of Rose's essence would grip the area like a hurricane and stabilize the existence of all the other hollow's which had gathered for this day.

While many of them felt ill, sick or even frozen in fear; there was a sense of relief and hope now that their Little Lord had arrived on the scene. For even as the titan of Maelstorm came crumbling to pieces, Rose could see it as nothing more than a bratty child throwing a temper tantrum that things didn't go exactly as she planned. Yet, what right to claim could she have for that mindset? Was she not aware that her entire existence and actions caused this SAME reaction to others who had loved her so? Ridiculous.

So as she feasted upon the remains of her meal, the cherry eyed Mischevang would approach her demonic sibling. As the winds of the realm whipped about the woman's blush hair and pale white dress, there wasn't a single ounce of liveliness shown in face of Rose. There was just a sense of lost, desolation and barrenness about her gaze. Since when the younger sister stood next to her infinitely taller sibling, the five foot four woman stared up at this near six foot tall husk of revolting abuse before her and sighed.

"Can you dare to even call this a home? No. You can't. It's pure and utter bullshit. While you live here, you aren't the one who built it's structure and maintained it, sister. So please do not claim to rule this place when you haven't even shown you can commit to your family, your people and this realm."

With a deep sigh, and with little warning, Rose cocked her fist back and unleashed a daunting punch straight in the direction of Ashlei's jaw. If it managed to make contact, the energy within that blow would have been enough to blow over half of a moutain with how much energy, momentum and pressure that was being charged within it. As The Primera unleashed this hellish blow at mach three speeds, infused her own spiritual energy into it and reinforced and enhanced her natural monstrous strength with it. All in all, it should result in more than a little hole being made in the ground and her sister being flung across the bloodied sands.

However, even if it didn't, being just near this attack would have proved sufficient to have been blown back. As she ensured to direct the results of her attacks solely on the spiritual presence of Ashlei. Everyone who had gathered would have been protected by the power which oozed from The Primera, while the surrounding area would have unleashed a devastating release of hardened pressure across a fifty meter radius. Yet, even despite all this fiery action, the tone of voice and body language of The Primera seemed so -- callous. There wasn't rage, sadness or any sort of fiery emotion; just a forced and tired movement felt within the atmosphere of her energy and self.

"What right to power do you even have now? How can you even show me and the people you call your subjects that you have a right to rule? Until you can prove that to me, I don't think you are fit to rule until you actually manage to stay put for once in your sorry life, sister. I still love you, I still care for you; but I will never forget that intent of your actions."

When finished speaking, Rose would then kiss her own fist and absolve it of the filth of having to punch this abomination trying to pass itself as her sister. But, she wasn't done talking just yet. No matter where Ashlei was at this point, The Primera Espada would make this much vocally heard to her through her voice being projected throughout the area via the medium of her energy spreading it in the region around them.

"And the only person who should be ashamed here is yourself, sister. You have no one to blame for this but yourself and the miserable choices you made to get to this point. Now eat your shit and choke on it just like I did. "


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