Post by Emil Heidrich on Apr 1, 2014 1:09:22 GMT -5
It's late. fuck off |
Green orbs gazed out of the window and into the nothingness of the night sky. There wasn’t a single star in sight, no tiny rays of hope. Emil sat wounded, crippled, and bandaged in a hospital bed of some town he hadn’t bothered to get the name of. His expression as empty and void as the sky.
He had been broken. He’d encountered a superior entity and not only was bested but was embarrassed. Countless lives lost and he had done nothing to help them rest, nothing to ease their suffering. Two of his subordinates were gone, his Quincy cross had been broken, his pride nonexistent, and an entire village of Quincy eradicated as if an afterthought. The desire to cry swelled up inside of him but after extends bouts of tears; his body could shed no more. Emil could do naught but sit in that hospital bed and allow for himself to be treated by the doctors who marveled over his wounds and the fact that he managed to keep from bleeding out before reaching them.
How he had reached them was a mystery. Who Lord Ggodsent was, remained a mystery. What had become of either arrancar was a mystery. There were few certainties and only two of them remained firm in his mind. The first certainty being that his Quincy brethren would find him, broken and managed, and take him to headquarters for better healing. With the constant unhampered release of his spiritual pressure, combined with the known route that his troop had travelled, that was a guarantee. The second was that the pact was futile and outdated with the passing time. Shinigami didn’t do their job and Quincy couldn’t defend themselves according to it. There was no alternative to it however without violence and that was not something he could support even in his current mental state.
All Emil could do in his present condition was bathe in his self-pity and rage.
He had been broken. He’d encountered a superior entity and not only was bested but was embarrassed. Countless lives lost and he had done nothing to help them rest, nothing to ease their suffering. Two of his subordinates were gone, his Quincy cross had been broken, his pride nonexistent, and an entire village of Quincy eradicated as if an afterthought. The desire to cry swelled up inside of him but after extends bouts of tears; his body could shed no more. Emil could do naught but sit in that hospital bed and allow for himself to be treated by the doctors who marveled over his wounds and the fact that he managed to keep from bleeding out before reaching them.
How he had reached them was a mystery. Who Lord Ggodsent was, remained a mystery. What had become of either arrancar was a mystery. There were few certainties and only two of them remained firm in his mind. The first certainty being that his Quincy brethren would find him, broken and managed, and take him to headquarters for better healing. With the constant unhampered release of his spiritual pressure, combined with the known route that his troop had travelled, that was a guarantee. The second was that the pact was futile and outdated with the passing time. Shinigami didn’t do their job and Quincy couldn’t defend themselves according to it. There was no alternative to it however without violence and that was not something he could support even in his current mental state.
All Emil could do in his present condition was bathe in his self-pity and rage.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE