Welcome distant traveler of the internet to the realm of fanfiction. You now stand in the province of Bleach, under the command of yours truly.
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Ok sorry about that I was playing Skyrim in my head. Well I'm just going to get the disclaimer now.
IF I OWNED ANYTHING I WOULD NOT BE HERE and bleach wouldn't be anywhere near as popular as it is. I got the idea for this for Jarl of the Norths story I am the King
I have returned
My enemies will learn
That when you face me
ALL WILL DIE NONE ARE FREE.
I AM THE KING
He stood over the body's of a dozen dying hollows, their blood staining the white palace floors red. He stalks forward to the closest among them as he tries to crawl away as his attention was else where, they where weak but he relishes the slaughter. Watching with pleasure that the hunt was not over. Slowly following the growing trail of blood, claws at the ready, itching for another kill. Jaws, so clocked in blood the white point stained, snapping shut ..eager, for there is one more throat he must bite.
His prey turns, hope in his one good eye that his hunter as not noticed him flee... his hope, quickly dies. The last of the struggle to live has faded, leaving only the empty husk waiting, for his captor to end him. With the last of his breath his asks what so many before him have, as he will, died asking "Why". "We are former Espada we serve as we always have since are fall form the ranks. What did we do that brought upon us your wrath."
He stalks forward, tail swaying to the beat of his foot falls, lowering his head to the ear whispering through the bone and blood-lust "Because the hunger never dies" He snaps his jaw the white staining red. He opens his eyes for the last and looks at his killer bites, eyes closing a ghost smile lays on him now the last of his thoughts. 'Yes my king, take me so that you may not die' he closed his mouth for he was savoring the taste, but it did not last long as his body began to crack. His resia surged as he stood.
So this is the true power of Vasto Lord.
My thoughts are clear again now all I need to be complete is... some damn pants. Fuck that no reason to waste so much good food.
HUMAN WORLD several hours later
My eyes won't open. Why won't they open? I start to crawl to the only thing I do know is near me, blood, and when there's blood there's a body. The only thing I can do now is eat before I die, because this hunger just won't let me die in peace. I crawl over broken glass, and even that can cut me now, the trail of blood I'm leaving would attract any hollows to my location. That's ok though my prey is in sight, just one last push and its mine because I am the Treec ESPADA. I begin my meal there blood'n flesh give me strength to stand. Ripping off their arm Her eyes reopen slowly to find the body of Sttark some distance away giving a pause as to eat him or not " 'He was the Primera the one who understood the price that overwhelming power came at; he has sacrificed enough may your sleep be peaceful.'
She began to rise, each step akin to walking up a step hill, but she continues because she has climbed mountains. A Garganta opens up before her reading for the fight to come, her opponent is seen: muscles relax. "Good you can walk , that means I don't have to carry your ass all the way back". "She better be glad i put pants on though"
"Vulgar as ever Grimmjow. What is the current state of Hecuo Mundo". Shit was the unheard reply "Lady Harribel" Her gaze softening "Girls we are all that is left
"Well then we just going to have to fix it, now won't we" His eyebrow raises then a smile stretches his face "Lets get going."
OK What do think a defiant improvement form my previous attempt.