JULY 9, 2014.
Post by alastar ullr on Dec 14, 2013 14:04:26 GMT -5
Vista de Dios, the most powerful and overwhelming bastion that any of the Espada had to offer. It was a flying continent, unhinged from quarrels for land and war, and unless the enemy intended to strike into the heart of the continent, there was very little one could do to penetrate into it's moving depths. This was the land of the Cero Espada, and rightfully so, every part of it was perfectly organised, kept to the exact specifications of their leader. This was a land of communism to those within, and to those outside a beacon of pride and arrogance, something to be hated, but to those inside, it was paradise. Everyone but the Fraccion and their leader, the Cero Espada, had been treated equally and understandably, there was no quarrels for food or for resources, everyone had the ability to forge their own path within the city, to get jobs, and on the same side those who interrupted the natural path-making, through murder or spiteful actions, were thrown off, never to be allowed on again.
The Gargantua that Alastar had made slowly opened out into his chambers, which wasn't really to be called much of a 'chamber' anymore. Nearly four miles high and twenty miles across, the very place couldn't be considered a natural bedroom, but was obviously a room of some sort. A doming wall, covered in bright white crystals colored the room in a blank slate of grey light, and the one window in the very forefront of the wall showed out the land below it, which was for lack of better words dots and blurs on the horizon, which was usually shaky with clouds. Currently, the beast was over no specific territory, instead, it was above the hazy deserts which kept the territories divided for the most part. In the very middle of the room was a gated living place, held high atop a wooden and stone structure, wherein a large bed, dresser, and standing mirror were placed. All around it was a moat of pure water, which ran along from it and around the room, always moving, never silent. Around the bed was various things, from large hoards of gold to paintings since thought lost to the Humans, and for the first time that any Hollow would see in Hueco Mundo, green grass and plain oak trees, which dotted along the area. A stone path led around to a domed area for cooking, and a few other non-specific things, but one thing would stand out amongst anything else: there was no cover. No place to hide, even the oak trees, which stood tall and firm, lacked cover from the hundreds of white crystals which showed ones reflection in every sort of place.
Alastar stepped out onto the grass, his boot digging into the soil, his reiatsu since have been held in. This place was all real, no illusions, and he loved it. The room of his own arrogance, the place that no hollow could have, or even think of owning. It was completely his, and even further had no way to replicate without going through tremendous amounts of work. It had taken him not long to do this, but that was because he was him, and he always had strove for perfection. Catching himself before he could indulge too much in his own arrogance, he turned to the girl beside him, a thin smile crossing his face, not genuine, but rather arrogant. "This is where you'll be living, with me. This is the one place in the arid deserts that is not plagued by death and decay, to my own knowledge, and this is the place, too, that you will learn what your purpose is, my little gem." He swept around before she could mutter a reply, a hand coming out to cuff her chin, his fingers running along her skin, "Tell me, what's your name?"
