XENETHIS STRAUNNEM
SÉPTIMA (ESPADA - 7TH)
HUECO MUNDO
He had a simple yet bored expression on his face. Half his hollow mask was covering the right side of his face. His Zanpakutō strapped to his right hip. Standing in the desolate sands, he was looking at the dull but grey sky. The moon always attracted his attention for some reason. The odd shape. It was a mystery in his mind. His hands were pocketed in his white unbuttoned jacket. A wave of a familiar spiritual energy washed over him and the vast desert. "
Guerra." He whispered his name, looking in the direction it came from.
He knew exactly what that wave of spiritual energy meant. Guerra was calling him and probably the others to gather up. While he was still gazing in that very same direction with his golden eyes ever so slightly squinted, he moved his right hand over his broken mask, or the state it was in since he became a supreme being. The remnants of the mask started to crack, before it eventually started to dissolve, becoming one with the spiritual energy. If anything, Xenethis was the only Espada who could remove his entire mask without any side effect. His crimson hair fluttered as the breeze caressed his crimson hair.
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I'm sorry but another time.." He whispered to himself, but referring to the spiritual energy and the message it held. '
I've got better things to do.' He did not care in the slightest about the gathering. His attention shifted, moving his face back, looking forward. His feet sunken into the deep sand as he took a few steps forward. Xenethis used Sonido thereafter to appear a few clicks above, suspended in the air. His head tilted towards the surface, looking at the dead corpses of the Hollows who he was once a part of. It was not their lucky day to pick a fight with the Séptima. He had already forgotten that there were some Hollows who decided to annoy him on one of his bad days.
It immediately reminded him about Kurono. "
Tch..." Lifting his hand up, there were better things to do. Things he wanted to nurture. Things he wanted to grow into something quite special in the near future. He used his index finger to touch the empty air, as if he was pushing an invisible button. The air before him cracked horizontally, before the Garganta appeared. A doorway to the World of the Living. Stepping into the deep abyss, a wide grin was plastered on his face. His presence, his entire spiritual energy was now gone. Not in Hueco Mundo anymore. Just some dead Hollows sinking into the desert.
The Garganta opened up, and the first thing he saw was the bright light and the blue skies. The World of the Living had so many interesting things. They were so interesting that he just wanted to rip them apart. His grin did not waver, but instead turning to an evilish smile. Taking a few steps forward in the Garganta, he had a clear view of the buildings, the people on the surface, the cars. The place was just so lively, so clean. '
I'd paint this place with the blood of the Shinigami.' Oh, the thoughts that ran through his mind. Glancing around before he finally stepped out, he knew that an anomaly as the Garganta would definetely attract some attention. Especially from the Shinigami, but he couldn't have that, nor did he really want to reveal his presence so easily. The Shinigami that were around in the World of the Living had to taste what true despair really is.
Standing on the reishi platforms he created, he was suspended in the air. His hands were pocketed, and his golden eyes squinted and filled with nothing but bloodlust and contempt for the Shinigami. It was going to be one helluva thrilling ride. What was to come ahead, that is. Taking a few steps forward as more reshi platforms were created, he used Pesquisa to find who is was looking for. It was quite easy for him to detect various of spiritual energies throughout Karakura Town. Shinigami, Hollows with nothing better to do than to hunt and eat or torment the humans. "
Found you..." He smiled quite satisfied with the result.
"
Esconder.." He whispered, concealing his entire presence completely. It was another ability Xenethis possessed, and no one could actually detect him. His entire mask was gone as well. It was perfect. He wanted the Shinigami to know what he was, who he was, especially during their last but dying moments. Using Sonido, Xenethis disappeared. He used it a few times before he appeared by the rooftop of a tall building. On the far side of Karakura Town. He was correct to follow the trail his Pesquisa had detected. There were two Shinigami on there. He crouched in a lazy like manner while suspended in the air, above them. '
Shall we get started?' He jokingly thought to himself, before he elegantly landed on that very same rooftop.
Both of the Shinigami were standing with their backs turned against him, seemingly conversing with one another. He wanted to make a spectacle out of the Shinigami, and stood only a few meters behind. Pointing his index finger at the one on the right, who was seemingly laughing and having a good time with his fellow Shinigami, spiritual energy condensed right before his finger, before it turned to bright red, making a screeching but charging sound like any other cero. Esconder was now gone as the burst of his spiritual energy washed over them extremely fast, freezing them in the place.
Then there it was, the energy was released at close range. Creating a devastating hole through the Shinigami on the right. The cero went right through and quite far, passing numerous of buildings, creating a red trail in the sky. The life of the Shinigami was ripped away instantenously. Xenethis' grinned, satisfied with the outcome. "
Now you're just like any other Hollow.. Shinigami..." He finished, saying the last word in a very condescending way. The Shinigami on the left was in a state of shock, turning his head towards none other than Xenethis.
The Espada's golden eyes lazily shifted over to the one who was left. The cero he unleashed that killed one of the Shinigami definetely attracted the attention of other Shinigami in the same area, or close by. The Shinigami that was still alive had an expression filled with hate. The Shinigami was furious as he unsheated his blade and screamed out in a warcry, running towards Xenethis in a fit of rage. A killing intent, he wanted to rip that Espada apart.
Xenethis' crimson hair fluttered ever so greatly with the gust of the wind, so did his white jacket, and thus the Shinigami was about to see the true despair his friend was never able to. "
You're perfect...."