Diablo… Cero Espada Diablo; the key element to Aizen’s plans and the strongest Espada in his arsenal, along with that fact he too was once an Inner Hollow locked away. He didn’t hate Vizards but he thought of them as nothing more than dirt on the pavement. The inner hollows locked away within and used as slaved where to weak to become the dominant mind. Diablo used to be known as Hogosha Riki, he was feared by many and hated by even more. Once upon a time he followed Triox, but now he was far superior than his fellow comrade. No, now he could stand up to the leaders of every race.
The fact that he had the chance to destroy every captain in one heart beat gave him an unbreakable confidence… Diablo was untouchable…
The Espada entered Earth directly from Soul Society, and he made sure he kept his spiritual pressure low so that he could stealthily move about the streets without being attacked by Shinigami. He now made his way to the streets before Tanson’s Mansion. A fight between Sin Koutan the seventh Espada and Jan… the leader of that pathetic race known as the Vizards…
Personally he knew little about the race but knew that his fight between himself and Feiy the fight was easily locked arm in arm, and he was at the disadvantage not being able to fight at full strength…
For a moment he waited silently and unseen within the shadows, but then quickly walked out from the shadows and watched the fight from just the side walk. Looking up to the battle he slowly levitated and folded his arms over his chest. A coy smile smeared across his dark lips and his white horns reflected the lights around him. A portion of the split Cero washed towards him, throwing out his hand he stopped levitating and another split in the already split Cero formed, like a stone in a river. Finally it passed by harmlessly. Opening his eyes with an un-amused look placed over his face as his arm dropped limp to his side. It smoldered slightly and quickly he clenched his hand into a fist and quenched the ashes in his palm.
His hand loosened again and he watched as his comrade released the first portion of his release, a smile spread across his face as he marveled this man’s resurreccion. Simply enough he slid his hands into the slits of his black hakama’s. he mocked the Shinigami by wearing the bottem portion of their uniform. Looking back up to Jan he grunted a chuckle, ”Pathetic…”
The fact that he had the chance to destroy every captain in one heart beat gave him an unbreakable confidence… Diablo was untouchable…
The Espada entered Earth directly from Soul Society, and he made sure he kept his spiritual pressure low so that he could stealthily move about the streets without being attacked by Shinigami. He now made his way to the streets before Tanson’s Mansion. A fight between Sin Koutan the seventh Espada and Jan… the leader of that pathetic race known as the Vizards…
Personally he knew little about the race but knew that his fight between himself and Feiy the fight was easily locked arm in arm, and he was at the disadvantage not being able to fight at full strength…
For a moment he waited silently and unseen within the shadows, but then quickly walked out from the shadows and watched the fight from just the side walk. Looking up to the battle he slowly levitated and folded his arms over his chest. A coy smile smeared across his dark lips and his white horns reflected the lights around him. A portion of the split Cero washed towards him, throwing out his hand he stopped levitating and another split in the already split Cero formed, like a stone in a river. Finally it passed by harmlessly. Opening his eyes with an un-amused look placed over his face as his arm dropped limp to his side. It smoldered slightly and quickly he clenched his hand into a fist and quenched the ashes in his palm.
His hand loosened again and he watched as his comrade released the first portion of his release, a smile spread across his face as he marveled this man’s resurreccion. Simply enough he slid his hands into the slits of his black hakama’s. he mocked the Shinigami by wearing the bottem portion of their uniform. Looking back up to Jan he grunted a chuckle, ”Pathetic…”
