Theme # 21 Violence; Pillage
He smirked, watching as his King fought the blue haired Espada, waiting for the perfect moment to pull the teen into his inner world.
The teen's blade made its way through the Espada's body, leaving a long gash, the Espada heaving his breaths in.
This was the perfect moment, the Hollow decide, as he pulled his King into his inner world.
He liked violence, wanted to be the one to cause havoc, not the Espada.
But he couldn't; he could only wreak havoc on his King, trapped alone in the inner world.
He couldn't really say he was alone, but the sword's spirit wasn't much company, with his almighty perch and his condoning silence.
His King was in front of him, glaring, as the white hand plunged into his stomach, causing him to lurch forward.
The teen's face flushed as their lips connected, the Hollow shoving his tongue into his King's mouth, pillaging the dark depths.
He was his King, and he would never be any other's.
He pulled away, leaning down to the teen's exposed neck, licking it.
His black nails were digging into his King's arm as the other hand retracted from his King's stomach.
He bit down on his King's neck, tasting the coppery liquid that flooded over his tongue.
His King would always be his.
His mark was there to prove it.
King was always going to be his.
Hiza: Uhhh… Oh My God… did I just write that?