 Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 8:05 am
 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... Sestran
Leader of Heuco MundoGarnering Information Despite her best intentions, her legs weren't moving, her knees were quivering and yet her body was locked into place as she stared at the brilliant crimson fury of the man in front of her. It wasn't as if she wanted to stare into the rage-filled blooded pits of Sestran's eyes but her mind, much like her bodies inability to leave, refused to look away from it. It was some unspoken understanding of unease, a stark recognition of a mouse lost in the eyes of a snake – there was futility in running. For the first time in decades the soul reaper felt as if she were the hollow's prey. Her mouth was dry, and her tongue for all it's silver at times for her superior's was lead in her mouth, she couldn't even get her lips to part – what manner of protest could she even offer?
“I should take a moment to thank you...you've been kind enough to teach me so much as to the ruling parties after all. You, one of the self-appointed angelic protectors of the world. The high and mighty soul reapers who would teach those beneath them the truth and lead them to salvation. It was so kind of you to utter the information we required.” Even in his arctic politeness Sestran's neutral voice managed to have some numbed form of indignation.
“They'll know I'm gone, they'll come to look for me.” Her desperation was clear – she'd finally found her voice only to utter such petty attempts to cow him into allowing her to live. He heard the small group of laughter nearby, watched her quietly as the sweat beaded and left a small line of moisture where it fell down along her temple, trailing to her cheek. He let the fear set in, the realization that she was not going to find a way free of this. Of course, the wretches of society always did grasp at straws in futile attempts to climb from the pits they landed in. “You said if I told you what you wanted to know you'd let me go.”
“Best not to place words on my tongue.” Sestran remarked, the silent anger so clear in the depths of his gaze – the growing conflagration from when she'd first walked into his throne room only a few minutes ago – lead by some of the hollow that guarded her after her kidnapping. “What I said, is if I find you to be honorable and truthful in your actions toward me that I would spare you the fate I'd already thought up for you. There is no honor in what you've done today.”
She'd been a fount of information, names, positions, powers, even relationships – this particular soul reaper must have been quite the gossip. Yet, she wasn't as important as she would hope, she held no seated position of her own, given her placement in the third squadron Sestran doubted an inquiry would ever reach anyone – just one more of the pawns that died in a dangerous mission to the mortal world. The first of many disappearances to come in future years.
“I told you everything.” She protested, her fear turning to anger as she returned a narrowed expression at heuco mundo's leader. He laughed at her, it was as cool as the rest of his expression yet it held the same shadowed violence – a whisper of promised ferocity.
“Betrayal child, is the sweetest sin, yet one people dive into most fiercely. Physical agony has it's place but it's less intimate, so much less subtle than the festering fungal nature of a lost trust. It's like a poisonous dagger, it starts out as a harsh strike – something that drives itself deep into your chest to lie waste to any dryness in your eyes. Then it lingers – that's the worst part, the most unfortunate part of betrayal – it doesn't go away. A physical wound eventually closes, it scars, but the body manages to move on. Yet the mind, the heart, continues to bleed – it can never forget what's come to pass. It lies open, sitting there as an elephant in the room most people are uncomfortable mentioning but impossible to forget. People may ignore it from time to time but they can't ever stop seeing it's presence. The pure longevity of such disloyalty is the most cruel – it eats away at the mind, the soul, until it leaves a black spot that cannot be colored in – a point in space that can be painted around but is impossible to cover up. Some try, but they all fail, because in the end it is such moments of clarity that define us – the purest emotions that we can not let go. If you find someone that claims forgiveness then they are perhaps the best liars of all – as if they are being 'honest'; they've only managed to delude even themselves of the truth they will always know – that they've been burned before.”
The woman in front of him only scowled, as if confused at the sudden tirade. Yet by the time she'd managed to open her mouth, to attempt to protest further, to get in any words that might offer her some salvation from where this conversation was heading she was already being cut off...there would be no mercy granted to those that would turn against their own bedfellows with such ease.
“It fits, it's so much more personal a crime. It isn't like some brute that bruises a cheek in a bar fight – no no, betrayal is much more permanent – it doesn't bruise the flesh, it brands the soul.” He finished, perking up his lips as he settled a hand on the hilt of Pandemonium to calm her anticipatory chimes. “You deserve and will garner no mercy from me child. Death is much too kind a fate for you. Instead I'll turn you into a poison of my own design, I'll need a spy inside the soul society – someone to get me the needed information for my revolution - now kneel, by your own volition or mine. It makes no difference in the end.”
The moisture on the woman's face wasn't sweat as she sunk to her knees.
Position: Throne Room - seated
With: Random Hollow, NPC Shinigami
Thoughts: The very thing that we were wrongfully condemned for shall make the first step toward undoing this failed society.
Release State: Sealed.
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.
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