I'm so sorry if these seething words I say impress on you
that I've become anathema of my soul
I can't say that you're losing me.
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world but I know where this is leading...
that I've become anathema of my soul
I can't say that you're losing me.
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world but I know where this is leading...
Sestran
Leader of the Hellfires
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"Mere immortal deceiver..." Sestran's thoughts on the king of soul society were less than complimentary, though they were something that had become an emotional bastion. The more he allowed himself to indulge in his enmity the easier it would remain to do whatever became necessary. It was a matter of his focus when he enforced his will on another being, he didn't enjoy using his 'Majesty' yet, if he was to go to war he required an army.
A smirk curled up one side of his lips, even if a soul reaper was to spot him they would likely mistake him for just a rogue of their own. He was wearing a white kimono of his own styling, a chocolate brown haori as opposed to black. Outlines of gold, crimson, and black helped to further accent his different form of dress. His short roguish hairstyle was currently a golden blonde thanks to his illusion, his skin still pale but healthy enough to pass as something he was not...
The air was slightly crisp despite the summer days, the sun was painting the horizon in a cascade of colors and there was a wind curling across the skies that tussled Sestran's currently blond locks. In the distance the golden celestial orb was slowly winding it's way out of view while charcoal clouds curled lazily across the sky where a storm was starting to build. A thin veil of illusion hid his true form, it wasn't a difficult kido but it wasn't strong either and casting it was more time consuming than he would prefer. If anything arose that required all of his attention or if he somehow became wounded his body would drop back into the albino form he resented. Which would spell certain doom for whomever so insulted him, and doom need not mean death where Sestran was concerned.
The hollow in front of him made some remark about the soul society, it's words weren't important enough for him to concern himself with the minute details. For vermin it was swift, though it had only taken about half a minute to track it down and corner it. Not that Sestran had put much effort into the hunt, he had to remain subtle and keep from alerting anyone as to his true nature or ability. There was scorn sparkling clearly in Sestran's ruby gaze as he eyed the creature, perhaps it stung a little that this was the same sort of monster he once proudly hunted and killed himself.
"A pawn, nothing more." He reminded himself. "I cannot play the game without them. Ignoble as they might be they are mine."
It started to mumble some futile threat or perhaps it planned to grandstand, the leader of the hellfires didn't pause to find out which. In a blink Sestran's blade was at the creatures face, when he'd drawn his zanpakuto or how he'd moved so quickly was beyond the insect. It was an ant in the face of an elephant. "Kneel and submit."
The hollow was barely into the first syllable of it's protest and it's body was already starting to disintegrate into spiritual mist. A flick of his wrist was all it had taken to destroy the mask, Sestran didn't have the inclination to deal with insubordination. Then he barely turned, one eye glancing over his shoulder at two other hollows that had been working with the first in their hunts, likely they had planned to draw him in and the trio would have ambushed him. Perhaps it would have worked on some lesser creature. A moment later he slid his blade away and calmly breezed by the kowtowing pair. All he had to offer them was orders, holding complete faith they would be obeyed. "Return to Heuco Mundo, go to the palace, and await further orders with the others outside without violence."
The sky had transformed into a ripe plum intermixed with blood red, spots of light starting to appear on the distant canvas, difficult to make out between the darkening presence of the thunderhead accumulating above. It had been a long day yet a true leader rarely rests, there were ranks to be filled.
(OOC: This is more a teaser/single post/plot building than looking for RP replies. I can take it down if preferred.)
Position: Random Back Alley Karakura Town
With: No one of importance
Thoughts: It would be nice if we acquired gigai of our own...I miss tea...
Release State: Sealed. Spiritual Pressure being hidden.
Theme
...but I must be that which I am though I know where this could take me
No tears. No sympathy.
Gracefully. Respectfully.
Facing conflict deep inside myself.
No tears. No sympathy.
Gracefully. Respectfully.
Facing conflict deep inside myself.
