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Algos's eyes closed once more as she dulled out the surroundings and locked on that sentiment of discontent with the events that had transpired. If nothing else, The Demoness could feel the hollow's own animosity growing toward the earth. And, in that sense, she could perhaps work with that sense of pain in being powerless to protect someone you desired to keep safe from harm. It is why her eyes shun with a blood glimmer to them as she kept her gaze sharp like daggers toward the likes of Santa.

"Then I will give you some training if you desire to slit that man and his allies throat."

That's all there was to it as the woman rose to her feet once more with a sense of certainty in her voice. The Demoness seemed to ignore the comments about her body's shape, as she wasn't naive to the attractiveness her physical flesh presented itself as. However, it was of little importance to her at the moment. Instead, she broke another vortex of scarlet energy into the floor of the room and had it swallow each of the women into its depths so that they may be transported to a world with a reddened sky, endless dead skies, and white sand.

"Our manor is filled with many pocket dimensions one can escape to. So it is here I feel I can get some mileage out of you."

After taking a moment to turn back to Santa, she then had one question:

"Do you truly wish to become stronger, however? Even if it hurts?"



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Blink.

Slit their throats? Santa raised a brow, a bit perplexed as her asserted 'punch that twink in the face' had been interpreted with such escalation in mind. She glanced down at the demon she had been holding and leaned back, releasing Algos as the woman peeled away from her embrace and stood up. And then WOOP! Suddenly the floor was ALIVE with a tremendous crackle of energy! Her brows raised up and she tensed before she suddenly found herself in an entirely new dimension! Surprise written across her face as she looked around, eyes darting a bit to survey their new bland environment.

However, she also noticed the serious expression on Algos' face deterred her from attempting to clarify her intentions. She supposed it didn't REALLY matter what specifically she wanted to do to them. Ultimately, she desired the power to challenge them. To do as she wished without having to worry about simply being haphazardly obliterated without a thought. And that was also the sort of strength she would need if she wanted to kill him. With THAT kind of power, she could protect Algos against ANYTHING!

She set her eyes on Algos and her expression turned serious again. What sort of a question was it? Did she DOUBT her? She decided not to dwell on it, rising up to her feet and looking squarely down at the shorter woman. IT wasn't even worth thinking twice about. Hurt? Pain had stopped being a deterrent for her centuries ago.

"I do." She stated firmly, gripping her hands into fists as she locked eyes with the Demon royalty. Her body already tensed for ....whatever it was that Algos had planned for her.
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With a flick of her wrist, the woman's aura of dense spiritual pressure erupted with a fierce force of gust meant to knock the hollow hard on her ass. It would feel as if she had the air knocked right out of her chest with a hard punch as The Princess's blood eye locked on Santa.

"Then focus that negativism and learn to deal with the pain this world reflects on you. It will knock you down again, again and again, and you have to weather the storm, hold on to that core element of yourself and struggle to keep that flame resilient."

With a stomp of her foot, the woman then chucked numerous boulders toward the direction of Santa. Of course, it wasn't anywhere close to her full potential or speed but should provide enough force to potentially get some nice blood spewing out of the entity of human negativism. For now, she was curious to see what she would do as this training started to push forward.

"Can you continue to stare into the void of an impossibly hard venture to gain the power to step toward the gods?"



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That sudden crushing pressure slammed into her and dropped her to her knee. Her eyes suddenly wide as she was almost crushed! Her eyes wide, her body creaking as she was caught off guard! And she shakily flexed, tensing herself, trying to steel herself as she heard that air rumble, and her body felt like it was being crushed almost, her eyes narrowing for a moment as she stared toward Algos. About to call out when those boulders were shorn from the ground.

A pause, brows raising for just a moment. Her own spiritual pressure rushed outward, aiming to try and push out against Algos'. It was almost laughable, but it was still an instinct she had. No matter how pointless a gesture it was as she rolled to her side! But didn't move in the SLIGHTEST by a margin that was enough to avoid the boulders as they CRASHED into the ground, and skipped, a loud crunching SPLAP! sounding as a chunk of her body was smeared across the ground from the sheer speed and force of the boulder as it hit her body. The next one pasting her legs as Santa's form would BOUNCE and then tumble across the floor as bits of rock and chunks of her viscera tumbled alongside her!

She came to a skidding halt on all fours, the chunks of flesh that had been ripped off by shearing rock already filling back in, those fractures that riddled her body solidified and spread. Sheets of bone growing over her body instead of skin in broken chunks. Of course, they weren't any more durable than her actual bone and so it would accomplish very little in the ways of protection. But it was a kneejerk reaction, coughing onto the ground and narrowing her eyes as she stared up at Algos.

A hand crept from the ground beneath had and would aim to clamp onto the woman's ankle. Limbs, faces, parts of heads, all began growing all around them as Santa was no longer able to focus enough to keep her garden in check. Viscera surging in rushed messy growths all around them. Hands, teeth, all manner of limbs all reached for what bits of Algos they could grasp at. Whilst at the same time, Santa would attempt to raise a hand, sucking in air, but still foxusing enough to fire a Bala from her knuckles to the center mass of Algos's torso. She was weak, of course. It was a bala that would, even against a normal human: Simply bruise their skin and knock them down, burning on contact and causing abrasions, but nothing that would do anything more than perhaps surprise Algos or blemish her skin.

Not that her garden, likely, would fare much better. Would it? Santa had no idea if demons had some sort of skin defense. B ut she supposed she would find out as spines of bone riddling the bodies that lunged for her would cling, attempting to puncture, however pitifually, the woman's skin and drag the woman down into it's mass. Though, with how strong Santa was, it's mass would probably do a better job than it's actual applied force.

"Knock me down?" She asked, her eyes wide and wild as she attempted to rise up to her feet, continuing to stare at the woman as her garden slithered up around her, limbs already raising, as if to touch her, support her, raise her up. "Am I just supposed to try and stay standing?" She asked, breathing heavily as she still was recovering from that wave of pressure. Despite how she spoke of it, even that would be a trial in and of itself with the sheer strength of the woman she was dealing with. But she didn't focus on that.
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Brutality. This world was filled to the brim with it. Staring into the abyss of its primal violence, the hellish pain being induced upon the body of Santa was but a small drop of what this existence had to offer. To struggle in futility, to keep pushing that rock up that boulder endlessly; that is what it meant to live. There are no assurances, no promises; only pain with the vague potential of that suffering being molded into something of value with enough persistence.

Thus, to that end, the woman took a glance to her sides as she noticed her garden of sin beginning to come to life and activate on its own. All sorts of disgusting organic life were yearning to take a chunk of the demon's flesh out despite the likes of Santa being in a dangerous circumstance. It brought a foul smile to the woman's face she began oozing blackened energy from her being. This semi-divine creature bled the extract of death, so it was not an issue for her to use some of that power to have this cloud of blackened decay break down the material like an acidic rain and dissolve it into a fine mist.

"Before creation comes destruction. You are a hollow: so the innocence of that humanity is long since dead. So as you stand before me: what does your heart even exist for in the ashes of your deceased soul?"

Not seeming to react too heavily to the bala that was hit at her chest, all that remained was smoke and a bit of a scratch. It did not appear to deter her speech one bit. And why would it? She is a threat to entire nations. It would certainly take more than that to take her down, but that was not the point.

"Why does your soul still stand up against me? What reason does it have to persist? Bond with your element, let the subconscious nature of your essence take control, tame it and it will help you ascend further."

Of course, her words could also be lost. But that wasn't her problem, was it? If Santa failed to grasp it, then the world would either kill her or she'd be forced to learn it. All Algos was here to do was her catalyst toward something more. So, again, she held her palm out, unleashed a volt of blackened demonic energy and desired to lay the woman flat on her back as she merely stood as an imposing wall to overcome.




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She winced when she heard those words from the woman, and even more saw that deadly miasma oozing from Algos's body. She grinned, standing up as her garden surged around her. "Why do I need a reason? Isn't existing it's own reason?!" She called out as she felt her own blood starting to boil. That garden crackling as she gritted her teeth!

Bond with her element? What was that supposed to mean?! She winced as she suddenly felt that CRACK of lightning that lanced out and into her and her garden! Yelling out as she was knocked onto her back, gritting her teeth as the garden filled the area around them. She hissed, her body sizzling as it regenerated the electrical demonic burns. And the garden around Algos suddenly shifted.

Clones of Santa grown from the garden pulled themselves out of those dark, bloody gardens. Glaring at the woman as their hands all raised up, and the air was filled with her spiritual power! VREEEN! The hum of ceros charging all around the woman! If a bala had scratched her then surely even at her level she could do SOMETHING! No less than four ceros charged. But ....it was too much! Beyond her current capabilities, instead of charging properly, those Ceros grew, crackled, and then detonated! Causing only two of them to fire, and haphazardly at that, the other two simply detonated, though with the proximity to where they were near algos, they at least still had a chance at scathing her!

Meanwhile Santa HISSED as her head THROBBED! Trying to charge all those ceros at once was .....draining, and agonizing! Her head split almost from the focus and the backlash of the failed attacks. FUCK! But all the same, she managed to get to her knees, peeling her Zanpaku'to from it's sheath and groan out. "Garra en la Tierra!" She declared, that weapon crumpling in on itself as she promptly released! And in that moment, as her spiritual energy rippled and her form shifted into her ressurected one. From those small scratches and whatever else she had managed to inflict on Algos, her garden would suddenly grow. Skeletal and bloody hands would reach out of the small insignificant injuries, and then try to grab onto any part of Algos they could reach, attempting to hold her in place and constrict her as Santa tried to recover enough to try another cero.
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"Existing to exist is fine, but if you can't define a reason for your power and the roots of where it comes, then just surrender to an average life and don't bother getting stronger."

Quick and to the point, Algos felt she didn't mince her words. Besides, Santa was gathering up a lot of energy and it was best to deal with whatever was coming next than prattle on about the truth of this world.

As those blood eyes of The Princess observed her surroundings, a cold breath of air exhaled as a thunderous clap of power slammed into the air around them. In an explosion of scarlet light did her body unleash a circle of demonic energy meant to repel and overpower the strikes of cero's heading her way. In turn, this may either be redirected at Santa or destroy the environment around them in one glow of hellfire.

When the dust settled, she would allow herself to be gripped by the skeletal hands, but there was no danger behind the expression of the woman. Only a coldness as she gazed straight into the showcase of futile effort to bring a demi-god down by a mortal who knew not even the reason for her power or what it represented.

"You can grasp out to me all you want, but if your soul lacks the capacity to look inward and understand the nature of your power, you'll never get anywhere at this rate."

The Demoness then closed her eyes as a simple exhale of breath overtook the area.

"Santa, stop being dense. You are an Arrancar: you are a creature of human sin. What does the negativism in your body even amount to?"

With her right hand raising upward in the air, The Demoness released a volt of blood-red electricity at the forehead of Santa. However, there would be no physical pain. Instead, the essence of Algos's power dealt with the construct of pain, suffering, and destruction in this world. Thus, bonding with The Arrancar's body would force it to bring to the surface whatever great negative influence which granted the blondie her power. As if she couldn't consciously figure out what her power represented, then Algos would just force it to the surface herself and push forth whatever subconscious thought, memory, or feeling needed to trigger it.

(Note: Santa's will can try to reject this if she wants. It's merely a move done for character development.)




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Santa managed to drag herself to her feet while Algos obliterated the replicas of Santa around her in that sudden burst of power. She panted, her body collecting itself and restructuring. Panting as she braced herself against that sudden output from Algos. Even as the limbs crawled and grew along the woman's body with seemingly no care for their presence.

She paused, furrowing her brows as she stared at Algos. She didn't understand what any of this meant. Sin? Who said anything about that? "Sorry but I really don't understand what you're talking about." She growled, those growths on Algos' body suddenly bloating, thick glands growing on her body, beginning to ooze stomach acid over the woman's body as the growth spread along her body.

However, that pointed finger made her JOLT! A lethal shot. She didn't get a chance to even think about dodging, with how much faster Algos was than her.

The effect was almost instantaneous, as the garden around them suddenly LURCHED. Not attacking, but Writhing as Santa felt something inside of her stirr. And memories suddenly bled out into the Garden. And Trees made from flesh and bone began to grow all around them. Not actual trees, but as if suddenly her mind were bleeding out, and her garden began to reflect what was bleeding into her.

"Forever. I want to know everything. Forever. I want to. I HAVE to."

Countless maws scattered among the trees rasped out. Filling the air with the echoes as Santa herself clutched at her head! That bloody garden slowly giving away to white. Bone....just as pure and as pale as the trees she was remembering. "Tired. I'm always so tired when I come here. We learn so much ....and for what?" The rasping voice bled out, as a figure slowly grew out from the base of the largest tree. Towering over both women, as eyes opened and oozed black, "Do you remember why we call it our garden? The Garden grows in two directions. Into Yesterday, and into Tomorrow. Into the world, and into ourselves." The rasp thrummed, spoken from every direction, making it seem as if the whole bony forest was reverberating with it.

Algos would even feel those growths on her body begin to change. Morphing into bony sprouting trees whose roots dug into the wounds that they used to grow, as if to root themselves deeper into her body. "I ....why..." She HURT. Her head felt like it was splitting open, things she didn't want to remember. Things she didn't seem ABLE to remember bleeding through and making her skull feel too small. "This is too much. I can't stand any of this. I'm afraid. The Garden grows everywhere. It grows even in my head." The figured shuddered, as white bone sprouts began to grow their way out of it's skull, bending the antler-like horns on it's head as they grew up and into them. "I don't want to think. I don't want to remember. How many did we lose? We survive, but nobody survives with us. We kill anyone we can't trust. A sharp mind in a world of fear.... is a curse..." She figure slowly reached up, a bone blade forming in it's hand, one that it turned on itself.

Those white trees bloomed. Bloody flowers of flesh and muscle spreading from the tips of the branches. Oozing blood to the ground like crimson curtains all around them. Thick veils of murder red that ran slow, oozing rivers around them, guided by the roots. "It's better not to think. Better not to remember." The voices droned, before the blade sank up and into the figure's skull, and the garden SPASMED, twisting, deforming as the structural muscle and sinew that reinforced the bizarre growths twisted and bent the trees and everything out of shape. The air was screaming as those voices screeched into the nothing, Santa didn't even realize she was also screaming.
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Torment: that is the essence of Algos's existence, no? She was Eris's daughter who brought about grief, suffering, and pain. To expect not to get caught in the roots of this tree of heartache while knowing the vile being of the demoness before her was naivety at its purest. Despite constant warnings from the soul of The Princess's heart, the hollow refused to listen and this was the result of that. And so, this royal devil could only look on with a somber look in her blood eye as these changes started to unravel all around her.

Yet -- voices still remained. Inami, Iota, and Mat's to be more precise. It is at this moment where Algos recalls their own demands to seek her own value as a Queen and that pulsation of desire to reach her own true heart rung above the chaos of Santa's mind. If she were to truly lead as a creature of demonic vileness, then she should be able to guide those in the depths of madness to her call. To understand, listen and act on the desires of the hearts who follow her was what was important.

So -- Algos listened to the hollow's cries of insanity like a true leader should.

And in listening to her, The Demoness found this creature before her in a pursuit of endless hunger for knowledge that led to a life of regret. After all, knowledge brought with it great insanity. In the ashes of the innocence Santa, the true essence of her nature desired to slumber and know not the ilk she brought forth to the world in her form as a hollow. It is why Algos could chuckle out toward the creature. Not out of smugness or sadism, but out of a sense of sincere connection and understanding. That is what The Princess herself has tried to do herself in the way of consuming so much power that she could no longer be challenged, attain anything desire her heart hungered for and crush any god in her way. And it all cemented in a pile of pointless blood, destruction and death that brought her nothing but misery and madness.

Above all else, perhaps Algos asked Santa her own value as she herself was in the state of metamorphosis when it came to finding her own value when it comes to that power of her rich suffering.

So, to this end, Algos withered away from the bonds which sought to contain her. It was her own heart's will as this essence of decay came in the form of her own energy acting as an acidic agent to break down, weaken and destroy these boney restraints. From there, the creature broke the distance and held Santa in her arms. It was smothering to feel the daunting weight of a demi-god's presence, yet it was filled with a cold warm. Conflicting is it not? For something that was so dead to be brimming with life.

"Knowledge and power are a curse, but not one we can run away from, I'm afraid."

As her hands flowed through Santa's, the demoness's blood eyes remained fixed on the hollow and ever-so-lightly levitated on her toes to meet the eye-level of the maddened being before her.

"For if you forget the purpose of your power, you will only live in infinite madness."

Now with both of her hands gently holding the cheeks of Santa, Algos started to consume bits and pieces of her mind's disjointed suffering. She could not wish away the pain, but she could lessen it to allow for more coherent speaking. In doing so, The Hollow and her true self may find a brief respite in their body and heart's eternal torment. They would be fully aware of what has come of themselves, but they would have to come to their own answers as to why this form exists; much as Algos would to herself in due time.

"I cannot break away your pain as that is your answer to come to, but as I stand before you, I can help you become more than just a pitifully naive woman and guide you to easing that torment. You do not deserve to be stunted, retarded and broken. Power such as yours deserves much better."

Now pulling her into her chest, the Princess asked once more:

"So tell me: what does your negativism as a hollow amount to?"




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The Garden reacted before Santa herself did. After all, at her heart, it was an extension of her. The expansion of her. And those dark hollowed eyes suddenly locked onto Algos when the woman suddenly closed the distance. The skeletal features of their visage creaking down to stare into Algos's own, head bending at an unnatural angle as the Demon....embraced her. The Santa before her was a creature so very unlike the arrancar. Her mask was massive, practically a fully formed deer skull shrouding her features as brilliant amber eyes stared into the demon that had wrapped around her.

Those words made the figure shift, and those bloody flesh blossoms soon peeled away as thin bone took it's place, the blood that oozed from them turning black as these dark flowers yawned open all around as they grew along it's body, that contorting garden slowly starting to relax as if brought back into focus.
It stared, tilting it's head so that black hair shifted. She was practically a completely different person. She narrowed her eyes when she took a moment to stare at her.

And of course, the real Santa staggered up to her feet, and turned to look at Algos and ....that....thing? Something his deep within her chest when she saw it, and the monster's head turned to look into Santa's eyes and she felt something inside her twist. Almost instantly she clutched herself, as flowers began to sprout along her body. She KNEW that this was. This thing that Algos was so entangled with.

The beast shifted it's attention back to the woman after briefly glanceing toward Santa. And a slow, deep chuckle gently bled from the garden, that dull thrum from every direction almost comforting as it's head canted to the side sympathetically. "Purpose? You misunderstand." That voice bled out, as the trees bled that blackness like an inky wine, and petals from those flowers began to fall around them in dark fluttering flakes, the pattering impacts on the floor around them sounding almost like rain.

"I never had a purpose. I never had a reason. Which is why you look upon me with that blissful gaze of false recognition. " CRACK. Her arms split down their middle, separating into two separate sets, one remaining engaged with the Algos' hands even as they trailed up to touch her aface, as the other set reached up and gently framed Algos's face in a dark mirror of Algos' own action, that dark blood running down the Demon's features.

When Algos supped from that creature, she wouldn't feel agony anymore. It was. ....intensity. As if something had impaled her mind with a thousand needles of adrenaline and pushed them all in at once. Awareness. Keenness. The sensation from every weeping eye that budded from those flowers, to the taste and scent in the tongues of the mouthes peeling open upon the bark of every tree. The Instant that Algos had engaged with the creature, it's entire being was centered upon her, as if a billion souls stared at Algos from every direction in scrutiny.

"I wonder why you decided to reach into this simple creature. Why you chose to....awaken her in such a way. Are you satisfied? Do you feel some inkling of pleasure in waking me from my rest?" The mask began to crumple, peeling away until a calm, smiling pale face stared at her through those crumbling vestiges, and roots crawled from the fringes of her face, gently weaving over the fingers on Algos's hand. " You have not fixed her. You have shattered her. Turn and look at her. Does she seem any more cognizant?"

Santa herself blinked, looking up, shaky and ...confused. Her expression blank with fear and tension. She seemed almost out of it.Her face so much paler than usual as she crouched down and hugged herself, as the flowers echoed in the monster's words.

But the monster smiled prettily all the same. "I can still feel that dull, happy ignorance bleeding out of her. She's assuring herself that this is your doing. That you're somehow showing her something. She thinks I'm merely a reflection of what you think she can be. Isn't that darling? Even in this terrified state she thinks you've only the best of intentions. She thinks you believe in her. That you're trying to help her by doing this. But what purpose is there preaching to a woman incapable of understanding? Her eyes are like a mirror, and I can only wonder who you're truly talking to when you speak to her." The creature smiled wider, and her hold on the woman tightened, more than happy to lean in as Algos tucked her close, antlers crumbling as they came into contact with Algos' face, leaving her without them. "She can feel you through me. And that dull, stupid comfort is something I can feel in my bones. Marvelous." A pause.

"Even if she has butchered it to make her own. I still have a name. I am Santa Ajora. What do you ask of me, O Waker Mine?" She smiled. And amusement bled from the garden, mixed with that dull terrified hope. Santa herself, telling herself that Algos was helping her. And Santa, seeming amused in what the demon had done. As those trees drew taller, and bone peeled in wide thinning plates all around them, an altar of bone and black blood slowly erecting around them, as if the garden were growing a place from her memory, one that slowly spread and encroached on more and more of the place Algos had chosen.

Slowly, Santa looked up, as her mind frayed. She felt someone else in the garden. Or perhaps not someone else, but more like ..... an unfamiliar self. Like a hand prickling and unfamiliar from lost blood flow. It was her, and yet not her at the same time. She picked herself up. "Algos..." She manages to murmur shakily, that smile spreading across her face as she limped over to where the woman was, approaching her from behind and then moving her arms around the woman's waist, resting her chin on the woman's head. Between Santa and Ajora, the pair of them practically enveloped the woman in entirety.

And when she spoke
The garden echoed around them.
As the tree peeled away from the monster called Ajora, severing those last horrific shackles that had kept her buried in Santa's mind, the tree itself crashing to the ground around them as black flowers of flesh and bone grew from it's innards, Ajora smiling all the wider as they spoke in Unison.
"Thank you."
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