blades whet with dying

After the introduction of the two before him, the light then shifted across the table, resting on the stone-face blonde, with icy eyes that carried an intensity with their gaze. He followed the slight imperfections of the marble floor before moving to Luucio's assistant. "Ezel... The Segunda Espada under the aspect of Pride. And yes, 'we' bring news," he finished with sharp clarity and enunciation.

A single light illuminated the shrouded room, the air clogged with clashing energies of titans who sat casually among one another. Anneliese sat across from Nabill, next to the Quinta. As each respective individual heeded the Godkings command and introduced themselves before home the spotlight waned and fixed itself on her silhouette. Dressed in her usual white attire Sauce Llron nestled in her lap. "Anneliese Faust, the Tercera Espada. Aspect of Sacrifice." Spoken with the delicacy of silk her smooth voice carried through the room as she shuffled her hair across her shoulder.

"Likewise I have much that needs to be said."

The compliant ray of light illuminated Carrla's figure. Her arms were crossed beneath her chest and she was clad in the expected white and esteemed garb. Expression contemplative and heavy, she regarded Luucio with her lone crimson eye. She was without anything to report as of yet, something that dismayed her to an extent.
"Octava Espada, Carrla Vargas, the Aspect of Mayhem." She observed the others. Promises of information piqued the albino's interest.

Each espada was introducing themselves to the godking, it’s not like he didn’t know them all, but it was a sign of respect from each espada. Listening to all the other espada she wondered what some of them wanted to tell the godking, for now she didn’t have anything to say, so she just waited for her turn, and when the light above her turned on she started talking with a smile on her face. ”Kurisu Silver, aspect of lust.” This is how everyone else was doing it so she just copied them, it’s not like she had to say anything else.

Nabill went through the motions, and when he touched that sacred jewel he felt a shock run up his arm and to his brain. When he peeled his finger off the Cero let a grunt out, and felt his back burning. Though the others could not see it, the tattoo of the old English “one” burned itself off of his back and replaced by a “zero” between his shoulder blades. When Nabil returned to his position, he took the one that once belong to Alastar. Once the others took their new spots as well, he’d step out and bow to the Godking. 

“My lord, me and Ezelrick did as instructed. But when we approached the Seireitei gates they received permission to engage, despite the peace between us. As a result, battle occurred. I maimed their Hachibantai-Taichou before your herald called us back.” 

The report was brief and to the point, ending with Nabill standing back up and returning to his post. Ezelrick could give his side of the events.  

Icy eyes narrowed after the alabaster globe that levitated before him. It was his second time in contact with such a physical phenomena, and while it served virtually nothing outside of title-distribution, Ezel understood the important of tradition. A finger touched its surface, allowing the sensation to circuit through his hand. The concealed symbol on his left shoulder blade would flake and dissipate, reforming to a solid one, though only he would know of such transformation.

Nabill took the initiative to answer after Luucio's orders were delivered on the subject of Malik. A promising Espada, yet another liability. They all were - and outside of maybe Ao, Nabill, and Anneliese, he suspected they would reveal their foolish natures in time. Respectful fighters - but their temperaments were only good for pawns, not for leading.

When Nabill brought attention to Ezel, he allowed his gaze to fall on his superior. "I report my failure on disposing of their seventh généraux, Itada. He proved to show more endurance than anticipated; I suspect he was left in grave condition as his allié revealed concern." he reported initially, focusing on the events directly relevant to his experience. "But Nabill's story is truth, they showed no hesitance in initiating conflict."