atmosfear | king

There was beauty in art. There was beauty in mayhem. But everything about beauty solely depends on the viewer's perspective. And from the perspective of the shinigami, the art of this arrancar was riddled in pure ugliness. At his distance, he had been incapable of blocking her hasty assault, but was forced to bear witness to it. He didn't focus on the pang of regret or cries from that had loves ones rushing from the scene. Those signs of emotions were nothing new to him.

Despite that, he didn't deny giving the woman the attention that she craved. She deserved that much, at least for now. With the death of the ancient treaty,things had turned sour according to the whisper in the winds of Seireitei. In the era that had past, thoughts of immense war between the two had been long traded for peace. But now, such a luxury was uncertain and fragile. Unlike him, there were shinigami that had created families and livelihoods in the century that faded beneath Hinaii's rule. However, as history goes, conquest is the damnation of all good things.

Standing in the window of a hospital that flooded with nurses and doctors to aid the wounded in the streets, King peered from a window. His demeanor remained unchanged by her sin, and a silver cloak lined his body instead of the normal robes. She hadn't noticed him physically nor his presence for a reason, but a simple flare at his whim changed that. It wasn't large of course, but it was a small sample size that dribbled only far enough to bounce in her radius.

Once she turned to look, the only revealing nature besides his appearance stemmed from his lips as he mouthed out a simple sentence towards the harbinger of destruction.



Receiving no answer, but looking at the damage called, it wasn't long until King felt the presence of other investigators rushing towards the scene. And with that little change of plans, he disappeared.

/exit