He stared at the full-length mirror.
His eyes; in which he self-proclaimed can 'see everything'. Saw how much had changed.
His skin complexion became a tad darker than his former one. Yet, still would be considered a not-so average skin color.
His lean body build haven't changed at all, though he far knew better he's not like those pathetic trashes that has the same build yet are puny.
He ruffled his silky black locks, amazed at how he hasn't noticed it was this soft. After all, most of his head was occupied by two white and long horns.
He pinched his cheek, his lips almost hung open in surprise at how warm and soft it has become. He remembered it was hard and rock-like due to the hierro he and his colleagues wore. He also noticed his black painted nails were gone.
He saw also how his golden and black eyes turned into viridian and white. He took note also that his eyes weren't blank and detached anymore. Instead, they were sharp and calculating.
His nimble finger trailed a straight path from his eyes to his chin.
It was gone.
The tear-like marks, his sole mark that he was apart and different from those trashes that lived in that bleak world were gone.
His hand then trailed to his neck and stopped at the zipper of his white high-collared dress.
A significant pause.
Then, without hesitation he zipped it down until he stopped just below his chest.
He stared at it, trying to tell himself it was real.
Curious fingers grazed the exposed flesh.
His eyes widened.
The hole, symbol of the vanished existence in the human realm. The symbol only dead people that became hollows gain.
The symbol of the heart he had lost,
His hand dropped limply.
Was now gone.
He closed his eyes; he could feel it once again. The steady beating, throbbing, pulsing, thumping, rhythm of that small organ. He relished the feeling, now knowing how important this 'heart' was.
"What is a heart?"
The sound of glass cracking echoed in the small room. He opened his eyes, just in time to see the blood in the now ruined mirror trickled downwards till it vanished into the wooden ground.
From his view, he saw how the blood in his knuckle drips continuously.
He brought the injured hand to his face; feeling a painful sensation course through his arm onto his head, making him feels lightheaded. He could feel the cold track of the blood to his elbows.
Blood
Life
Alive
He was alive once more.
Not a soul
Not a hollow
Not an arrancar
Not a shinigami
But a human
He stared once again at the damaged mirror.
He changed everything
He had beaten all of the odds
He proved he can throw away all of the things he once deemed as a necessity and important in his empty hollow life.
He threw away his power,
His vendetta,
His lord,
For the sole sake of that one person
"You are not human! How can you say you can feel these emotions toward me?"
His eyes hardened. He lost his identity as a hollow just for her sake.
He obtained his heart once more just for her sake.
He crossed the steep path of life and death just for her sake.
Most of all,
He got a hold of his emotions he had thrown away back then just for her sake.
'Only you triggered something within me, woman.'
Footsteps bounced in the small room, and abruptly stopped behind him. He could see from the mirror's view that the devil was watching him with keen and serious interest.
"I see everything went well. You can now go. Your power vessel is just behind the door, the sword it is. Do not forget our contract, ne?" the devil said cheerily.
The man made no attempt of replying back, as he headed for the door.
The door creaked open as light filtered the room.
"Why?"
The pallid man paused at the door and stared at the silhouette from the corner of his eyes as it tries to form his next words.
For a moment, he wished everything never happened, he never met her, he never was an espada, and he never served anyone.
He wished never existed.
"Why have you decided to change everything that you are?" the devil asked. Those sapphire eyes that gazed at him was laced with all the worry and guilt he had ever since he created the contract with him; adding up to the sins he had made centuries ago..
The boy was at loss for words. His mind raced. Everything seemed to be fuzzy.
Then, he saw her image at the back of his mind, she had that angry yet painful eyes.
"I am in love with somebody else! I have told you that many, many times! Why won't you just leave me be?"
Something in his chest constricted. It was painful for him. He was… hurt.
Then, she saw her image when they first met.
"I believe in you…"
His eyes widened.
Breaking eye contact, he stared at the sight beyond the window.
"Because…"
And the devil's eyes widened as the man stepped into the light.
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Alluring Secret ~Black Vow~
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