JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Emil Heidrich on Jan 27, 2014 1:12:14 GMT -5
 | Hirenyaku: klon |
Chaos loomed in the air and the countdown to savagery seemed imminent. There were reports of what had occurred in New York and the truth of what had really occurred, the truth that the Quincy had an unsatisfactory hand in. What was worse was there had been shinigami there, some of which had come to harm at the hand of none other than hollow slayers. Soul Society wouldn’t respond well to this breach in the pact which meant that regardless of what was said the hammer would soon fall. A hammer that would only serve to ignite the embers that kindled in the hearts and souls of Emil’s brethren.
Warmth reached the tip of his forefinger and distracted the apostle from his train of thought. He gazed upon his left forearm and noted that his clothing had been parted to expose ripped flesh and a stream of blood was making its way down his arm and to the ground below. For a moment the wound surprised him but then he found himself recalling previous events as he put more and more distance between his imagination of what was to come. The future shouldn’t inspire fear considering that there was already war. The Vatican was crushing several uprisings but they seemed to be growing by the day. Eventually it would be an civil war, making the race as a whole nothing against the might of the Shinigami.
That was to say if they didn’t have their hands filled with other problems. Emil had recently come across a hollow that was unlike any other he had ever seen. No mask and a weapon, on top of which there was a level of intelligence that would strike most as the main oddity. The three points to the spiritual triangle were all sorts of out of whack.
Glancing down toward the forest below him, Emil noted a crumpled body in the clearing below him. Limbs were twisted at an awkward angle indicating that the cause of death was likely from the force of the fall. Hovering at more than fifty meters in the air, any human that didn’t spiritually brace for the landing would find that there body wasn’t equipped for such things.
He hadn’t slain the individual. He hadn’t caused him to fall from such a height. No, he hadn’t lifted a finger for he had grunts to do the work for him. How sickening.
His stomach churned.
The subordinates that were with him were off tracking down more targets leaving him alone, floating in the sky as if it were a bed for him to rest in. In his typical punk attire of green, the sun overhead shined off of his piercings as he laid back and stretched out. What would become of this world should hollows fight shinigami and shinigami fight with quincy. Countless lives would be lost but at that present moment he could think of not to avert such a crisis, merely of what he could do to prolong his own life. Sad, the only life he could truly save would be one that wasn’t worth living.
Warmth reached the tip of his forefinger and distracted the apostle from his train of thought. He gazed upon his left forearm and noted that his clothing had been parted to expose ripped flesh and a stream of blood was making its way down his arm and to the ground below. For a moment the wound surprised him but then he found himself recalling previous events as he put more and more distance between his imagination of what was to come. The future shouldn’t inspire fear considering that there was already war. The Vatican was crushing several uprisings but they seemed to be growing by the day. Eventually it would be an civil war, making the race as a whole nothing against the might of the Shinigami.
That was to say if they didn’t have their hands filled with other problems. Emil had recently come across a hollow that was unlike any other he had ever seen. No mask and a weapon, on top of which there was a level of intelligence that would strike most as the main oddity. The three points to the spiritual triangle were all sorts of out of whack.
Glancing down toward the forest below him, Emil noted a crumpled body in the clearing below him. Limbs were twisted at an awkward angle indicating that the cause of death was likely from the force of the fall. Hovering at more than fifty meters in the air, any human that didn’t spiritually brace for the landing would find that there body wasn’t equipped for such things.
He hadn’t slain the individual. He hadn’t caused him to fall from such a height. No, he hadn’t lifted a finger for he had grunts to do the work for him. How sickening.
His stomach churned.
The subordinates that were with him were off tracking down more targets leaving him alone, floating in the sky as if it were a bed for him to rest in. In his typical punk attire of green, the sun overhead shined off of his piercings as he laid back and stretched out. What would become of this world should hollows fight shinigami and shinigami fight with quincy. Countless lives would be lost but at that present moment he could think of not to avert such a crisis, merely of what he could do to prolong his own life. Sad, the only life he could truly save would be one that wasn’t worth living.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
