To Tame a Land [Rev-Chan]

Blood exploded from the vicious gash that the violent violet had left in the Arrancar’s throat. In that moment, all aspiration, desire, dreams he had vanished before him. All plans of the future ceased to come to fruition as his time in the present ended, his life a mere memory among the countless forgotten souls that came to die in these wastes. Nobody would utter his name, for his importance in this world was so miniscule that his praises were never sung, curses never uttered, his strength never appreciated. No, he was nothing but a corpse that Nico used as a stepping stone on his path towards dominance, the purple-haired girl’s particularly brutal methods working to his advantage as he had anticipated. The morale of the other guards would be lowered, but they would be more cautious in their approach. They would no longer underestimate her for her femininity; they would fear her for her skill.

Bloodcurdling roars rang out among the hall, a fusion between guttural growls and high-pitched screams echoed off the walls as each guard unleashed waves of Reiatsu from their bodies. They would serve their king until death, and they were fully prepared to die. Their forms warped from their previously human-like appearance to gruesome amalgamations of man, beast and demon. One grew to a size of ten feet, covered in thick black fur and the physiognomy of a panther, while another sprouted scorpion-like tails and armoured carapaces that covered his vulnerable flesh. Each remaining guard had released their Hollow forms, becoming bestial in nature as they accepted the inner evil within their souls and projected it once more, shedding the camouflage of their faux-humanity. They would assault the girl in a manner appropriate of beasts, savage and unrelenting, yet unorganised and sloppily. They were simply an outfit of strength, not intelligence or tactics. Nico was confident the girl would not disappoint him in this exercise, though it wouldn’t particularly faze him if she did fall on this day.

The false king stormed down the steps to his throne, brandishing a humongous hammer that was presumably his Zanpakuto. Red energy gathered upon the flat face of the hammer that faced away from Nico, launching a cero directly behind him to accelerate the speed of his swing and deal devastating damage to whatever it hit. An innovative technique indeed, one that would have caught most off-guard. However, Nico was particularly good at seeing through the abilities of others and avoiding them appropriately; he was the epitome of divinity in this field. The hammer crashed into the stairs, a massive explosion tearing the stones from the ground and showering the fighters on the lower level with stone and dust. A crater formed where Nico once stood, no trace of his body left after an attack of such strength. As the dust settled, the false king began to laugh at the ease of his apparent victory, loosening his grip on his weapon in the anti-climax of this conflict.


Dread Reiatsu began to emanate from behind the false king, the feeling of impending doom rushing over him as a chilling rush of energy filled the entirety of the palace. A red glow illuminated the room as the aura grew larger, the flickering flames that lined the hallway raging out of control as they fed on the soaring concentration of Reishi particles in the air. The false king turned slowly, his grip tightening and his pupils dilating, his gaze falling upon the Sword of Damocles that hung over his head. Nico sat upon the throne, his Zanpakuto imbedded into the ground before him, the demonic glow in his eyes focused upon the “Godslayer.” He wasn’t angry, in fact he was indifferent, he’d have been offended if the man hadn’t tried to kill him in all honesty. He was too weak to have fun with though, all the joy Nico would derive from him would be scaring him shitless.