How Bleach Ends, My Way
The remains of the bloody war left an permanent stench of the dead. Admirable remains blotched the soil. The river that was once A charming cerulean became the wasteland that had envenomed the river A crimson red, A dozen pale, motionless corpses added to the scenery of the river, giving an most macabre yet beautiful view, to the king that is. Everyday, he would feed, feed on the decapitated bodies. He would first choose his victim among the countless masses ,his black eyes scanning the large masses. Who should he devour next, dear Rukia? Or Renji…maybe it should be…Ishida? his smile would crease as he thought of his next feast, when he finally decided He placed the deceased in-between his white, pale, emaciated knees. Then gracefully, while humming , slit an perfect circle 360 around the head lifting it off with the peaks of his nails, to then catapult the crown into the countless piles. He would then indulge in his delight of the day. Human brain, his black nails would sink deeply into the moist, dripping muscle then he gracefully placed it into his mouth , devouring the muscle till the tips of his nails, he would continue to slide his royal tounge over the thick slimy tips till he had devoured every single drop. The ivory king sat laughing on his cold lonely throne, like he cared. He was born to kill he was created for this pleasure, this purpose. He would shriek all day, and shriek all night, the one word "CHECKMATE" would tingle from his lips in this loathsome scream of ecstasy and pleasure. He relaxed on his limp, cold motionless throne, ripping the dark brown hair of the man he demolished mere hours ago.