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"A lonely path for a lonely King.
Standing upon ashes is the Lord of Ruins.
Let the destruction consume them all."
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
Chapter 1: Born from nothing.
In front of Mayuri Kurotsuchi, a lonely man stood up.
The exotic scientist cursed himself for being so impatient.
He doesn't know where or when, but something definitely went wrong. Even for him.
A report , two month ago, manifested movements in the real world. Less hollow appeared, some disappearing during their hunt by the Gotei 13.
Then, shinigami themselves disappeared, like they were nothing. Even the bodies.
Picked by curiosity, the captain sent some of his men to investigate about it.
To validate the informations, he put some camera inside them, expecting to see what could make them disappear like that.
However, they died again, without even being able to send him something valuable. The only thing usable was a manifestation of reiatsu near them, before they were killed.
It was that manifestation that allowed him to track and find the culprit. His curiosity took him in, and he even managed to obtain authorization to go to the living world to take on his future experimentation.
And now, he was the last man standing, his vice-capitain Nemu unconsciously laying behind that… man.
No.
That monster.
In less than two minutes, this monster unlocked his seal by a sign touch, allowing Kurotsuchi to use 100% of his power. At the beginning, the scientist was pleased by it, and considered it as a mistake from his prey.
He didn't imagine 'he' would be the prey.
His Bankai had been broken.
His drugs turned useless.
Even hakuda, the one thing that he abhorred among all, turned to draw back against him, his hands merely blew of at the contact with his opponent.
But, worst of all, he cannot escape.
Senkaimon wasn't opening at his commands, and his abilities to turn into liquid was neutralized.
For the first time, he felt powerless. The most frustrating was that he knew what was opposing him.
However, he couldn't understand why this … thing had those powers.
Quincy.
That was a damn quincy.
With a dark skin, he seemed out, like a stranger. Not as dark as Kaname Tousen, though. Nice features, he appeared young, maybe in his recent twenties. His musculature was thin, like a runner. But, two things opposed his dark appearance. His clothing , first. Be it his shoes, his falzar or his tunic, all was as white as snow , with a silver cross hanging from his neck.
Second was his eyes. Amber eyes, similar to gold, shining under the lightday, reflecting the brightness of the sun.
He experienced a lot of thing with them. Blunt, Wollstanding, bows and arrows…
But this man used none of them.
And truth be told, him, Mayor Kurotsuchi, for the first time of his life, found someone that he does not understand. A dream for a scientist.
No.
A being he doesn't arrive to apprehend. Or doesn't want to.
A nightmare for a scientist.
Quietly, the man left a hand.
His voice was calm. Neutral.
« Whoever want peace… have to come by war.
I am sorry for you to be the first to fall, capitain.
May you be at ease. I will at least carry your memory with that woman. You memory shall then perdure beyond your personal being. »
As he speak, an arrow appeared between them. The first the scientist saw in all his struggling.
An arrow to put an and to his life.
A scream left out.
« YOU SCUMMING END OF A SPECY»
That was the last word of Mayor Kurotsuchi before the projectile of energy pierced his torso.
**Hueco Mundo**
Whispering profoundly, a female Vasto Lord was bowing her head.
Bowing her head. Her.
Around her, copses. Some where still alive, but they were rare. The mere remainders of the little group that she made. That she arrived to unite under her laws.
Truth to be told, all her life wasn't easy. As a woman, she was always considered a peculiar prey for other. Even so, her wings in Adjuchas forms where extremely useful, allowing her to cumulate hollows and eat without so much of a problem. Truth to be told, her Adjuchas form was near close to a wyvern, a female-like draconic appearance little in height, without hands, but fast and deadly.
In her way, she only tried to survive. To never bow to anyone, always grappling the higher ground.
She just eats. Relations were unwelcoming, in a world that was without peace. Even under that shinigami Aizen, the only one that hold peace was the one called Arrancar. But to her, it was lies. All lies. A hollow was born to fight. To kill.
It was her instincts, that's all.
However, she became a Vasto Lord. It was by a painful way, but she did, finally, attaining the status of legend between her fellows, earning fear. respect.
And with this respect, she obtained followers. Quite a number, even more. A few dozens, so to speak, that she arrived to unite with some skills.
She new she was admired for her strength, her charisma, and to some hollows uniting with her group, her Adjuchas form was quite a sight. Even covered with white scales in all her body like an armor, a draconic tail behind her , a par of wings on her back, and a mask, she could stood up as a curvaceous woman.
Even though no one dared to stand up with her. Weaklings doesn't only interested her. They were her proteges, not her lover. She was like a mother to them, one that protect them.
And she failed.
« You are weak. »
The Vasto Lord widened an eye. It was the first time she was even called weak. The first. A whore? yes, often. A scum? sometimes before evolving.
But 'weak', as simple as that? never. She even made sure to never attack someone stronger than her, dodging useless fights.
It was frustrating, but also new to her. For the first time, she was not only dominated. She felt an absolute control from the one that just had beaten her.
But her anger couldn't be satiate. Not like that. She stood up, again, to strike.
In front of her was a man. His hollow mask was like a blindfold, masking his eyes, white as his suit. He weared a white jacket outlined in black, a white hakama ceinted with a black belt, and his coattail downed until his feet.
His jacket was opened halfway, showing her his Hole as a hollow at his solar plexus. The proof that he was one of them.
However, all the rest was a human appearance. Dark hairs, half-long, and a… normal, bystander face. Neither handsome nor ugly, just normal.
As he finished his sentenced, the man closed up his jacket, as if he ended the show of his holes, and keep watching her.
the voice of the draconic human resonated with rage.
« You killed them… why? why? WHY? »
Then, she jumped on him. Again. It was the third time, but this time…
When she thought she could pierce him with her claws, the man just grab her wrists, stopping her.
Truth to be told, his pressure was such that she couldn't even move an inch, his claws merely at some centimeters from the clothes.
How frustrating it was. So much stronger but unknown. However, his answer was unexpected.
« I didn't kill them. But their lives depend on you know. The weakest will die definitely in a few seconds by now. »
Shocked, neutralized, the Vasto Lord could only watch the man. He could be lying, but it was true that he sensed some sparkle of life behind her . Besides, some where not so hurt, so she had to include them inside.
« … You… What is your deal? »
« I save them. You come with me and some of them if you or they want. »
That.
That was unexpected.
But she sensed no lie in his words.
« And then? »
« And then, nothing. Technically, your friends attacked me first. So after you will have the choice to stay weak with them or being strong with me. Or strong with them, for all I care. »
« … What do you want exactly? »
His answers were vague. But she was running of time, by his own words. Furthermore, she can't deny that he wasn't the first offended, even though his reply was over the nom.
His final answer was unexpected, but somehow, it resonated inside her like a shockwave, as a first time experiencing it.
Because it was the first time she saw a goal as pure as his, so pure…
… She could make his her own.
« I want to see a peaceful sky.»
**Neliel tu Odershwank**
Inside of herself, Neliel Tu Odershwank felt good.
Her mission, given by the new Lord of the Las Noches, was to retrieve a hollow.
She was not the only one. Tia Harribel, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, and Yamii Rialgo had to retrieve one too.
Even though she wasn't in a so good mood concerning some of her comrades, the more they were, the merrier. Also, she quite liked the new last member of the Espada.
Although she wouldn't want to follow that Lord, His words attained her heart, and his power was outstanding.
No.
Incomprehensible was a better word.
He did not only beat them all. He also tried to convince them by his words. All four felt as powerless as against Aizen. But also as moved as they were under him by that man's words.
And as he was a quincy, he decided to give the power to another, as a proof of good will.
Another Arrancar, standing behind him at first.
And HE was a monster.
Truth to be told, when he had to show his strength, Nell was afraid.
The amount of his Reiatsu, perfectly hidden at first, attained Aizen's.
If the last was the top of Shinigami in term of raw power, this one hold the chandler for hollows, clearly.
The most terrifying about it was the mere fact that, despite his position, the Arrancar seemed uncomfortable about it. Even though he took his role quite seriously.
A detail that left the five Arrancar to move outside Las Noches.
The quincy, as that arrancar's aid, came with the localisation of no more than five Vasto Lord.
Five.
The number made her shiver, and she saw Yammi grumbling, while Harribel widened her eyes. Grimmjow, him, just smirked.
No doubt a fight shall occur soon between him and one of the Vasto Lord.
But even Aizen didn't manage to assemble as much high-class Menos Grande as that. The method for them do detect it was an entire mystery for now.
The important fact is that, four weeks after, she found the Hollow.
Alone, standing on a dune.
A centaur, like her, that seemed to watch her coming to him. He was recovered in a silver integral armor, like chitin, and no mouth neither teeth were visible. Only his hollowed eyes seemed fixed on her. However, he seemed more close to a horse than her, as she was a chamois in her Resurreccion.
Two skeletal wings was on his back, although there was no membranes on it.
« Greetings, Arrancar. »
Neliel smiled. Not only that man seemed to know about her appearance, but he seemed quiet and polite. Indeed, she had some good luck.
« My name is Neliel tu Odershwank. I came here for you. »
« My, my. How direct. And what business could you have here, Neliel tu Odershwank? »
« First, call me Nell. Second, I want you to come with join me. As an Arrancar, that is. »
« How interesting. But tell me, Nell. a reason for I, the Silver King, to join you? I ran from that God King, and declined that shinigami too, even though I was merely an Adjuchas at that time. »
She grind her teeth for a moment. But she knew what she had to answer.
The reasons was the same to everybody, given their new leader.
« Because I am stronger than you. »
The centaur in front of her let out a sincere laugh at it, without resentment.
That was a first for her. usually, Nnoitra, as Grimmjow, hated that answer. That served for Aizen a a frustration to keep them in check. And both men, Yamii and the beast, obeyed their new leaders for the same reason.
Power.
But that one didn't bother about it.
« Ah! Ahahahah! that should be a reason, indeed!
My name is Karl. Karl Krafft.
Support you words, and I shall oblige.
I only asked one reason after all. »
Support her words?
In a way, she felt it would turn like it anyway.
Under his mask, the Vasto Lord had a smile.
**Tier Harribel**
In front of Tier Harribel, a mountain of flesh.
There was no other definition.
A lot of hollows died under that one.
Or, should she say, those ones.
Two figures were sitting on the mountain. A man and a woman. The figure was strange, like two genders of the exactly same person. Two versions of one instead.
Same spiritual pressure, same energy. Exactly the same.
But the most surprising fact was that their masks were already removed.
A man and a woman, both with brown eyes, brown hairs, and rags covering them. Theirs masks were already broken, revealing faces of twins.
Two Vasto Lord?
« Who… are you? »
« We are One But Two. We are forever together and forever alone. Two sides of a coins » said the man.
« We are Two But One. We are alone, therefore we are together. A coin with two sides. » Answered the woman.
Those cryptical responses weren't satisfactory at all, but Harribel sensed something was different about them.
They weren't like Coyote Starrk and his fraccion, but she felt that their existence were like them.
However, unlike the lazy Primera Espada and his fraccion, their powers could clearly rival the old sexist Cinque Espada. Both of them.
« … What are your names? »
« Born under the name of Luna Stellarion, that it is. » answered the woman.
« Born under the name of Sola Stellarion, that it is. » answered the man.
Taking her nose between two fingers, the tercera took a great inspiration. This talking began to give her a headache.
« I have to take you both to Las Noches. Can you follow me, please? I would rather like to dodge the fighting stuff and all… »
The woman just tilted her head. « Are you alone? »
The man tilted his head on the other side. « Are you a lot? »
« There is a few of us… »
Both body stood up, with a surprising sync. Seeing it, Tier felt ice running down her vertebral column.
In a fight, both of them will be a hell. The worst kind of ennemy, those synchronized in every moves.
Hueco Mundo had no gods, but she pray for never having to fight those two at the same time.
« Then… » began he woman.
« … Yes. » concluded the man.
Harribel felt relieved. Even though she was impatient to know what should be her new leader's goals in details, now that she rallied those two.
**Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez**
Grimmjow was enjoying himself at this moment.
He found his prey easily after a few days, and his way to invite him was clear.
Surrender or die.
So, when the Vasto Lord answered him negatively, the sexta espada just released himself to go all out against this opponent.
The Vasto Lord had a mask , of course, but his white hairs moved freely on his head. He was humanoid, but with four appendices on his back, tentacles that ended with hooks.
From his hooks, the Vasto Lord sent him numerous Cero and some bala.
Dodging a blast, the panther smirked. This golden ray of power held a wonderful power of destruction, and if the beast doubt he could be left unscratched from it.
His kick stroke one of the tentacles, sending it away, as another one moved to stop him. The Espada noticed from the beginning that his opponent wasn't some to move directly, his hands didn't move from the beginning to strike him, he just used it at his last resort, blocking some of his strike with it.
Two hands to protect himself, four to attack.
Grimmjow noticed quickly a gimmick in his attacks. At distance, he sent Cero at him with two hooks, letting the two strikes when he was near enough physically..
However, he was a match. Both stood at en even ground, even if he didn't used his Resurreccion.
Unsheathing his blade, the arrancar stroke one of the tentacles, cutting it.
Fear appearing in his eyes, his opponent tried to put yards between them.
A sonic boom annihilated this, as an instant movement allowed the panther to grab his head.
« Try to survive, okay? I don't wanna to apology for your weakness! »
A Cero generated immediately in his palm, in raw contact with the Vasto Lord.
A hollow that had a genuine reflex of surviving made him grab his arm, generating two Celo to destroy it before HE could destroy him.
It was the survival of the fastest.
A great explosion resonated on the lifeless sand.
And when the smoke was done, only one man was on his feet, the other lying on ground.
Badly hurt, but no dead.
With a smirk, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez began to drag his unconscious prey to Las Noches, smokes coming from his burned arms.
That wound reminded him of his old fight against Ulquiorra.
**Las Noches**
« You are late, Grimmjow »
« tche. »
The vision was odd.
Three hollows were jailed in a crystal, with a fourth one empty, inside which he could put his own captive. Yammy, Neliel, Tier and their leaders were all here, even though the first one was in a very bad shape.
Apparently, his fight was more intense than his own.
His 'mission' was encaged in a crystal, unconscious.
He also saw two arrancars , apparently twins but in two different sex, watching the scene with curiosity.
The one that just talked to him was Yammy, manifesting his impatience.
When the arrancar ended to put his prisoner in the cristal, the door open, leaving the quincy entered. He was holding a corpse.
« That's… a capitain? » Harribel spoke, shocked. Instantly, tension raised between them, especially from Nell.
« What are you doing? Lord Aizen did not learn you anything at all? Soul Society will come! »
The dark quincy just had a little smile.
« I don't think so. I am but a quincy, after all. Should they expect me to be there after all? »
« Do you want to go to another war with them? » asked the green-haired woman, before watching the last Arrancar « Say something, dammit! Surely you know what happened before! We could -and should- work with them, not fight them! »
Their new leader didn't answer. He just sighed. With a smile, the quincy laid down the body between the crystals.
At this sight, Yammy arched an eyebrow.
« What do you intend to do with that body? »
« I ask for your patience. Once all the Espada will be united, we shall answers your questions. Then you will have the choice, even to oppose us if you want to.
As for him, do not worry, he is not dead. I merely put his heart in the grasp of pure reiatsu, to keep his unconscious and kill him in absolute necessity -as our King ordered me to-.
Also, let me show you something interesting »
Lifting his hands, a thin energy began to link the crystals and the captain. At first, it was nothing, then something was out.
Energy was taken from the shinigami, like vampirized, as the crystals began to shine brightly. Cracks began to appear on it, and a sound began to vibrate, as someone holding a great pressure.
Speaking of which, spiritual pressure began to fill all the room, increasing and mixing. To all the arrancar, that was truly uncomfortable, as if they were inside an ocean.
All, expect their new leaders. Truth to be told, it was his reiatsu that took a good part in it.
Then, finally, the crystals broke, followed by the sound of falling bodies. The eyes of the Espada members widened seeing that the prisoners all became arrancar.
Perfect ones, like themselves.
Even without Hogyoku.
« You bastards… » whispered the sexta espada « How… »
« Did you not notice » answered the new King « that some of you were not created by Aizen? The siblings brought back by Harribel are, and I too am a natural one.
That being said. Yammy, what happened to you? »
The Decima grinned his teeth, frustrated
« Since you forbid my Resureccion , that damn bitch was a pain in the ass! I had to break all her bones without killing her! But honestly, what a frail one for a Vasto Lord. »
« Why didn't you try to convince her? » asked the Tercera , her eyes frowned.
« Talking was more Ulquiorra thing. Only a bother to me. I asked, she said why, I figured that a broken bone would tell her.»
The Quincy just smiled at him « This does not matter anymore. She can leave us when we are done if she wants after all. Isn't that it, My Lord? » His eyes fixed the unnamed Arrancar , that nodded at his sentence.
« Yes. As all of you could, after I explain. I told you that you will have all keys with the Espada complete. I will hold my words when everyone is ready. Until then, carry your new comrades, dress them and answer what you can. »
« As you speak about it, they will surely ask who is the leader either way » note Grimmjow « As we are actually. »
Harribel frowned her eyes to the beast « Hold your tongue, Grimmjow. You should hold your respect to our Leader. »
« Woah, keep quiet, woman. What did he do to gain your consideration? Fucked you? »
Hearing it, the woman put her hand on her zanpakuto, ready to unsheathing it. She would have done it if her new master didn't walk between them. « Enough »
« I heard you and understand your point, Jaegerjaquez. Therefore, I shall answer you. You gained that right.
The name of this Quincy is Shiva Isak. He survived the purge of the Pure-blood, and sworn revenge upon his parent's name. The fact of winning against a captain without a scratch and success in a mass -but perfect- arrancarification speak by itself, I think, about his abilities.
About me, just call me Nezia. I was born as the Soul King died. You can say that I am the Hueco Mundo's trump card. The will of the limbo.
I expect great things for you. »