Hell's Bells
By SMYGO4EVA
Hearing the chimes of near-death can cause anyone to fall in fear. Colors wouldn't exist; neither would the abyss for the death of a savior to commence. White would be the only color they would see, lulling everyone into a sense of security and state of mind to think that they were no longer hurt. White is not a color, but it is an existing one of power, of an oppressive state.
A cruel arrancar and the girl who rejected fate obsess over what true power is. Through sadistic battle, endless tears and the struggle between their own mortality, this caught the attention of the opposite creatures. In lust and domination, words intertwine when they would start to move alongside the utterances of pain and pleasure.
The haunt of the desolate worlds take no liking to an implausible joining of a human and an arrancar; but in their own minds, lifeblood would be a greater achievement to coerce the shinigami enemy to their knees. Black, white, blue, red, grey and steel would be held eye to eye beside mortal fixations.
The sadistic arrancar and the innocent human finally come together, defenseless against both an intoxicating power held over them, something white and sweltering hidden inside themselves.
Tears would flow, temperatures rise, and the bells would ring endlessly at the very rejoicing of lifeblood coming together within the essences. Hell's bells would certainly break the silence of it all.