[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Sniffling and sobbing, Elliora has been wandering though the halls, lost and confused as ever. The scents of her closest "friends" are muddled by their, and everyone else's, habitation of Las Noches, not to mention the snot coming out of her nostrils doesn't aid in her ability to separate the scents. After all, for nearly a hundred years, they have been coming and going, feasting and fighting amongst each other, growing closer as comrades or as friends, while she has slept away for nearly a century. Her emotions are tempestuous, and she begins to seethe with rage, unable to find Abraam, Enrico, or Elliseo. That is, until Abraam's familiar scent seems to inch closer to her, which causes her to quickly change her demeanor, becoming eager at laying eyes on him for the first time in a long time. That is, until it is not him that she gazes on, but Galia.
"S'cuse me, Madame, Welcome back to us."
Madame?! This is even more perplexing to her than being called a tater tot. She was anything but. In fact, she was unpredictable, uncontrollable, rude, impatient, inconsiderate, and selfish. Madam was never a word she'd heard being used to address her. Her tear filled eyes squint and although she no longer weeps, it's obvious on her face that she had been for quite a minute. Had they perhaps gone outside to go play? Without her??? And why was Abraam's scent so distinct on Galia? Her eyes narrow, the confusion on her face quickly turning into suspicion as she glides closer to the man on the wall
"¿¡Que haz hecho con mi Lagartija?!"
"What have you done with my Lizard?!"
She pauses momentarily, the gears in her brain slowly turning.
"... Welcome back to us... back to us... back t-"
Back. Back. BACK! Perhaps back in the world of the living! They hunt there all the time, and perhaps he was hungry or looking for something to feed her when she woke from her nap! And now that she is awake, she can go find them! Ignorant to the fact she has been in a coma, La Bruja doesn't wait to get any responses, instead the witch wipes the snot and tears from her face, and hisses at Galia, still sniffling.
"¡Olvidalo! ¡Enseñame donde esta!"
"Forget it! Show me where he is!"
Quickly, she storms off, bursting through doorways faster than they can open. Some might even think it sonido, but to the whirlwind of a woman, this is a leisurely stroll. With a matter of seconds, she's outside. She wiggles her nose and inhales deeply, the snot still in her nose bubbling inside as she shifts it from her nose, through her nasopharynx, and into her mouth. She repositions the goop, inhaling further, building the air within her lungs, then she launches it like a speeding bullet, through the air, with enough power behind it to pierce through the toughest adjuchas flesh. With her newly cleared sinuses she sniffs the outside air, this time, every different scent and their direction becomes clear to her.

A new scent she does not recognize in the slightest faintly is registered by her scent receptors. This intrigues her curiosity. She sniffs again, this time more focused in the direction of the faint new scent of blood and death. She raises her hands to her ears, cupping them cut off the interfering sounds from behind. Far, far in the distance, she can hear.. feel the wind disturbed by the source of the new scent. She licks her lips, her excitement beginning to build.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM
The crash landing off in the distance tells him exactly where's the newest visitor is located and she wastes absolutely no time. A powerful burst of reiatsu immediately launches her off the ground, ignoring everything else, even forgetting that she was in search of 3 different people. As if she only has the attention span to focus on a single thing, her tunnel vision is now set on the source of this. Reiryoku swirls within her as the crow maintains her trajectory upwards, building her reiryoku, ensuring it is evenly distributed throughout her entire body.
Without forewarn, those around Las Noches can feel her sudden burst of reiatsu, and those that turn to view the woman now are able to see the the crow flying upwards, with no . She continues forward, speeding through the wind, her image blurring and disappearing as she begins the usage of sonido, causing several booms in the sky above the Castle, the force behind them, enough to affect and disperse the sands far below on the ground. A mere warm up, she pauses far above where anyone can even see her, nothing but a twinkle in the sky now.

“ThAt TASTY liTTLe SHIT cOst mE mY HuNTING GRoUND...”

There. She adjusts her eyes, spotting an enormous crater off in the distance, then runs her tongue over her lips once more. Quite possibly the only one currently able to hear the newest trespasser in Hueco Mundo, Elliora begins to eagerly hop in place. Her excitement uncontainable, and with the distance between herself and this monster not even an obstacle to her, she stretches, taking a another whiff, getting more information in her own strange way.

“...sO, WHeRe THe FUCK Am I?”

Strong, powerful, and deadly. An adjuchas? Maybe something stronger? Not exactly an arrancar... but something in between. Her face contorts to a twisted smile, her sharp pointy teeth protruding past her lips as for once, she manages to remember something. The expression on her face is pure bliss, giddiness plastered on. She begins giggling, then laughing, until it escalates further, into full blown cackles. Crazed, manic laughter resonating through the skies, loud and boisterous to draw the attention of her newest friend.
¡VEN ACA! YO JUGARE CONTIGO!"
"COME HERE! I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!"

She draws her blade from behind her, tossing it in the air to spin several times, then catching it in her hand once again. The winds shift, launching her towards the nucleus of the crater, combining it with sonido, and an aggressive release of reiatsu, she disappears from the vision of those looking upwards, leaving only the trail of her dissipating reiatsu manifestations. Elliora's mind races, wondering what kind of creature this is, how strong is it? The idea that it would not want to play never crosses her mind, instead, her mind continues it's convoluted thought pattern, did it come here because it wants to offer itself to them? Well, if that was the case, she couldn't possibly pass up such an opportunity. But it's sheer power... perhaps... it is here to become stronger? Stronger? More powerful...
She jabs her hand underneath her ribs, and slithers her hand past her lungs, the squishing sounds as she maneuvers around her own organs in search of something. Blood spurts out as she constantly tears open blood vessels with each shift of her arm, preventing her abdomen to close shut. The squelching continues for a fraction of a second as she clutches the small object beside her heart. She jerks her fist out of her midsection, it healing shut immediately after her hand is drawn from her flesh.

"¡¡¡JAJAJAJAJAJA!!! ¡COMETE ESTO!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EAT THIS!"
The miniscule arrancar's fist becomes the focal point of the falling meteorite, causing her hand to burn; then regenerate. Her eyes widen, flashes of the flames from that day cloud her thoughts briefly, but like always, her thoughts shift like the winds, immediately returning to the task at hand, of shoving this strange, face-shifting cursed gem into this monster's mouth. No consultation with any espada, nor the god king, she alone makes this decision.
CRACK!!!
Bone against bone. The impact causes a second explosion in the same exact location, drastically expanding the crater the two monsters found themselves in by four miles. Meteorito Devastador (壊滅的な流星 [Rom. Kaimetsu-tekina ryūsei] Lit. "Devastating Meteorite") strikes the adjuchas mask with the force and momentum accumulated from the weight of over eight hundred pounds, and her own prowess in sonido, she's determined to force this creature to the next level of evolution by any means necessary. The bones in her right arm crack, fracturing all the way up to her shoulder, causing her to grunt in pain. She recovers quickly and flies back, while her arm heals itself, she watches to see the effects of the Cristal Sangriento (血の結晶 [Rom. Chi no kesshō] Lit. "Bloody Crystal") on this oversized monster. It's cursed power felt immediately with a mere graze against it's flesh. Power surges from within, causing an explosion of energy, and searing pain inside the current host. Each one of it's cells is overcharged, surging with additional power. The woman becomes a secondary problem to the hollow, now it must survive.

 

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Listen Here!

For a hundred years, Enrico has remained rather inactive. He was aware of the plans that Max set into motion, but yet he was woefully unchallenged by anyone within the time that had passed. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have much of an objective as he did an ideal thrust onto him. He was not opposed to Max's plans by any means, but he certainly was not one to actively seek out a fight. Unless he had the chance to go to the world of the living and succeed unlike his former peers, he wouldn't move. In fact, he had gone back to his old habit of crushing skulls and devouring souls in an elegant fashion. His right hand was currently pressed to his face as his left held a familiar glass with a white, whispy substance within it. Bringing it up to his golden gaze, he spun the glass ever so slightly. The contents of it threatened to spill, but he was just careful enough to prevent that from happening. Enrico was quick to anger, but unlike many other Arrancar, he was not one to do much other than enjoy himself. If there was no enjoyment, he simply couldn't call himself a King. A King does not pursue people, they pursue him. He is one that must be challenged, he must not challenge. His philosophy only grew stronger since time had gone on.
Pressing the contents on the glass to his lips, he slowly let the liquid-like substance pour down his throat. For years he had preserved this specimen so that he could age it properly and allow for it to taste unique and particularly flavorful when he decided to indulge in it. From what he can tell, it seems as if he was spot on with the process he had allowed for the soul to undergo. Perhaps Izeel would want to know about what he had discovered. Alas, he had no intentions of sharing his hobbies with others, especially not for research purposes. After all, what was there that he already did not know? Why become more human with such silly activities? These were questions that ran through his mind as he sat back further in his throne-like chair, still as bored as ever. Interestingly enough, he hadn't heard Elliora's words nor noticed that she was looking for him and the others. He did, however, notice her spiritual energy and was quite focused on it. From what he could tell, she seemed very distressed, but he thought of it as a passing emotion that she would soon allow to fade. He entertained the idea of visiting her when she was a bit more "stable," if such a thing were even possible. She was unlike any other he had known. Her beauty was absolutely frightening to many because she was just like a thorned rose—pretty to look at, but extremely dangerous. The two had never clashed, in fact, they got along so very well. Such would be the case when one actively kills over a hundred wives to pursue one woman—the one meant to be his Queen.

Ominous Premonition
In a sudden shift of events, his Pesquisa picks up the presence of something rather large. It is clearly something that will gain the attention of many within Hueco Mundo; himself included. Without hesitation, Elliora immediately begins to pursue the being that has crash-landed far from where he currently sits. Throwing the glass to the side for one of his followers to pick up, Enrico decides that he, too, will investigate this presence. If anything, it means that he gets to see his Queen in action. She's excited, and it excites him despite his distaste for battle. A faint glitch-like sound can be heard as Enrico departs, leaving not a trace of his spiritual energy behind as he manifests one hundred feet away from the hunter and its prey. In his eyes, she is more than enough to handle this new presence. Whether or not it wants to fight and is an enemy remains up in the air, but he doesn't really care so long as she has fun. Putting his hands in his pockets, he watches with the utmost intrigue. Perhaps the being will provide a good show for him. Maybe he'll even do some damage to Elliora—within what Enrico deems acceptable, at the very least. For now, he will simply observe and not even think about stepping in.

 

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He was taken back by surprise, written upon his face when, as they were in the middle of the hall and… she started crying. The sniffling and tearing confused the large man, and made him look around to see if any of her three stooges was looking for a fight to blame him for her tearing… but none of them had come to her when she awoke… he was the only one there with her.
"¿¡Que haz hecho con mi Lagartija?!"
"What have you done with my Lizard?!"
He opened his mouth slightly to inform her of Abraam's whereabouts outside the castle, but wouldn't really know where exactly since he hadn't seen the arrancar for several hours. He was probably trying to find a new hiding spot to try and attack Galia again… either that or just forgot about it for today. He stopped however , following her next sentence.
"¡Olvidalo! ¡Enseñame donde esta!"
"Forget it! Show me where he is!"
He gave a light nod but she stormed off before he could, and for good reason, he too heard the large boom. Something big had landed in Hueco Mundo. She was faster than him however and was off toward it already. Galia stopped looking for others and decided maybe it was best to keep an eye on her for a bit considering her stooges weren't around, and he melded into the floor of the castle to plop down to the sands below, before following her trail, albeit a bit slower.
He casually swam through the sands to the same destination, picking up smaller hollow dawdlers along the way the other two simply sped past. He would spike them, then drag them under the sand for some good food. Mmm. Fun. He stopped once he approached the battlefields in which Elliora created. He wished to bear witness to her strength and power once more. To be honest, fancy feathers and beautiful looks did nothing for Galia. It was her power that made him highly curious, but he wasn't going to be all googly eyed like her stooges. No… that is just too embarrassing. Enrico talks a lot about being a king and what not, but he gets all weird around her?! What kind of king does that?
When he finally arrived, She'd already engaged and raised her reiatsu against whatever it was; by the time Galia would reach her the fight would already begin, and she'd hurt herself fighting the Vasto Lorde. Galia wouldn't engage. Instead he'd lurk in the sands and watch the battle silently for now. Spikes would erupt from the sands, creating a ring around the Vasto, Elliora, and Enrico seeing as he was there, as if to create a makeshift arena. They would not be so easily broken as before; Galia made sure of that. Why did he make the arena? I mean… why not? Made it a bit harder for the vasto lorde to escape her power, if he could; and… Galia climbed out of the sands to the spike wall where he could get a better look at the battle. Their reiatsu clashed like an impending storm, but releasing a bit of his to create the spike walls around them helped him cope with the sudden spiritual pressure. Still, he kept himself hidden within the spikes to hide his presence from the new threat, should it target him thinking he is the weakest link. Only one being is choosing to battle the beast, and that is Elliora. The other two, are apparently spectating the walled off crater.

 

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Listen While you Read
Since the whole debacle happened in Naruki City and Max little outrage about them failing to retrieve the Soul King's blood, Izeel moved on to the next thing the moment it finished. Yes, his mission failed and met an unfortunate demise while being lumped as a coward along with Galia, when he chose to remain to try to stop the shinigami’s escape bewildered him. He had plenty of chances to escape but stayed to the very end even when all the shinigami including the Captain decided to show up. Whatever strange inner workings Max thought went on was in the past because now Izeel had another objective he needed to accomplish that was much more important. At the moment, his body fully regenerated but still needed to recover some of the spiritual energy he lost. He munched on hollow specimens like they were potato chips while deep in his research. A wide maniac grin swept across his face just imagining all the fun experiments he could conduct on the Soul King's blood in their hands, but before any of that, he needed to complete two projects to appease Max with a band-aid for the time being. He considered these things nothing more than signs and wonders even though they proved beneficial. Not able to contain his excitement he thought just a little peek at the blood under the telescope wouldn't hurt when he suddenly started to experience the sensation of being watched.
At first, he tried ignoring the prying eyes to continue with his research before the so-called peeping Tom soon caused a mess out in his lab, but it piqued his curiosity on why she just charged directly in here. She looked around the room like she was expecting something to happen when it finally sprung on him that she might have been expecting some form of security. Unfortunately, because of becoming an Arrancar recently than the other four days before the raid on the Soul King blood, he didn’t get such luxuries to fix up the laboratory to his liking yet. He recalled the events of what happened to the former Espada this lab belonged to so he decided to tread carefully and be watchful. Elliora did entice his interest to keep her amused to see what brought her here with dangers of a mood swing aside.

"Oye, oye. ¿Sabes que Max dijo que lo pusieran en mi laboratorio?"
"Hey, hey. You know Max said to put it in my laboratory?"

” Yes that is exactly where we are at now. You gave me free rein over your laboratory since you don’t know how to use any of this equipment.”
An eye twitch became visible followed by a sigh currently still dealing with the mess she caused from her abrupt appearance. From analyzing her body language and facial expression it wasn’t difficult for him to figure out that she was trying to figure out who he was; the two of them being exact opposites of a spectrum. Where Izeel retained flawless memory she barely could remember something that happened just a few moments ago. So it was beyond him how she could remember where the blood got sent to and wondered if she made sticky notes. What was her curiosity in the Soul King’s blood? He asked himself. The right thing to do is prevent her from doing something careless, but his intrigue on what his new specimen would do with it was too much to overlook.

” How are you feeling? What does it taste like? Experiencing any advert effects? Spare no details. Come on, at least give me some information?”
He watched as she grabbed the vial that held the content of the blood he was currently running some experiments on just gulped without any concerns or worries of what may happen. He shifted in his chair to give her his full undivided attention as his curiosity ran high. He rolled his chair after her when she started to walk toward the exit and let out a laugh when she chugged some chemicals. He detected a strange anomaly in her reiatsu patterns then a second after watched how she combusted into flames crying out in agonizing pain. If anybody else were here their reaction might have been to try anything to save Elliora from such a fate she was enduring and not just stand there observing her like an experiment. However, she happened to be suffering from the one Arrancar whose first thought was to start scanning her for information. What he needed was a blood sample to see what was truly happening to her and what kind of reaction the Soul King’s blood caused on her body as one of his surgical hollows tried to do what they were programmed to do and save Elliora with their medical equipment. The results were different from what he calculated watching with a curious expression as it tried to douse the flames. When that failed its programming defaulted to attempt a medical procedure which only resulted in it burning to a crisp upon contact.

Placing his finger on the ground he used both indice radar and Pesquisa on Elliora to gather more conclusive information on her condition. He desired blood and tissue samples from her the most, and almost on cue the universe provided. The boils forming from the intense heat soon burst in a splatter of blood he was happy to collect. It was clear if it wasn't for Elliora's high-speed healing her life would have already expired. Out of Hueco Mundo three of the Arrancar to his knowledge all were to forgo their Hierro for high-speed regeneration; Izeel, Alfa/Mudo, and the Espada suffering in front of him. This was truly a gift in itself indeed with them being on the exact spectrum once again having Elliora experience unrivaled fear and pain while Izeel experienced euphoric bliss and excitement.
” Come on please tell me what you are experiencing? How divine is the pain you are undergoing?!”
As he spoke to her, small maniac cackles slipped through him before he finally deduced all her senses are being fried at the moment. While she thrashed about destroying things in the laboratory, he wondered if her mind reverted to basic survival instincts. The moment she left the building taking flight into the air or so she tried before violently crashing down into the sands of Las Noches, Izeel followed directly behind in pursuit not wanting to miss a single moment of this beautiful conclusion. He didn’t want to deal with being punished for another person's blunders all over again plus the loss of Elliora would be a loss toward the Arrancar forces they couldn’t afford to lose nor imagine of replacing. He hastily pursued her to the site where she crashed to find a badly mangled body, and even more mystifying about all of this was the fact she still happened to be alive. The moment the flames finally died he checked her current condition while pulling out a syringe with a long needle. Discovering her comatose state presented the perfect opportunity for Izeel to take advantage of such a rare one and lifetime chance.
The benefits of being first on the scene as he twirled the syringe with the widest sadistic smile on his face and stabbed it directly into her spinal cord. Normally the procedure he is performing is painful but seeing how time was limited he didn’t have the luxury and she was completely conscious he extracted a sample of her bone marrow. Whatever miracle allowed for her to survive the ingestion of the Soul King's blood, he knew the best shot was finding it in this sample. Seconds after extracting the marrow he opened up a small portal placing the sample inside of his pocket dimension where he kept his experiments didn't want others to know about.
Munch
Crunch
He didn’t hesitate on his next actions only acting purely on instinct at this point doing partial transformation then surgically severing off both of her hands in quick succession. For Izeel this was nothing personal plus the fact she grew the lost appendages back as munched on her fingers like french fries, and savagely devoured the hands next. He could feel the power from them already surging through his body like an extreme adrenaline rush. Fighting his natural urge to experiment and dissect her on the spot, he regained his composure while still riding out the high.

” Did you know that chimeras hum while they eat? An interesting habit I can’t break. Thanks for the hand, by the way, it's finger-licking good wouldn’t you say? I guess it's time to take you back now huh?”
Hehehe…Hahahaha...Ghahahaha!
His maddening laughter broke the silence of Hueco Mundo desert lands with a very ominous aura radiating from him as his hysterical laughter echoed in the vast night sky. He lifted Elliora's comatose body off the ground after pocketing her index finger for something later in-store. The moment they arrived back at the safety of Las Noches to her quarters to finish recovery. Being the only one with medical knowledge in Hueco Mundo he put it on himself to nurse her back to health. The truth of the matter was, he happened to be moments away from attempting the very thing she did before she showed up. He contacted the adjucha who aided him in Naruki City after doing what was promised to them putting a halt to their regression back into a Menos Grande. He convinced them if they wished to evolve into Arrancar then it was in their best interest to gather souls for Elliora to recover. Izeel could have easily just tinkered with the device while she was unresponsive to learn its inner workings himself, but he found it more entertaining to see how long he could manipulate them for his amusement. He would keep up this manipulation as long Elliora remained comatose, but even though Izeel had a twisted mind he’d make sure their labor was equally rewarded. Traveling back to his lab he saw that his hollow cleaned up the lab in his absence then began to send a new program into one of them with the orders to take care of Elliora, and help nurse her back to health. Now that his high on excitement had finally died down, he began to rotate the bolt in his head to refocus his mind while he could feel internally his body was still breaking down and absorbing the energy from Elliora.

Izeel spent the next couple of days fully recovering his reiryoku and adjusting to the power boost. Before he started his latest projects for Max and the rest of the Espada, he paid a little visit to his friends Alfa and Mudo. What he needed to discuss required privacy so he took them into his pocket dimension to discuss the offering of Alfa arm for the means of science and if he was lucky to get one from both of them. Alfa offering one of his made him eager to obtain it so did the honors by slicing it off with surgical precision before he had a chance to change his mind or do it himself. However, Mudo did not share the same amount of enthusiasm to hand over one of her arms which caused him to pull out the finger he kept offering them nice little trade. He took the liberties to cut her arm off that was extended to grab the finger from, before handing it over. Now he had almost all the missing pieces he needed before pulling out a syringe similar to what he used on Elliora. Alfa found himself dropping to his knees as Izeel painfully extracted bone marrow directly from him while he was conscious and nothing to numb the pain during the procedure. Yes, he could have used his technique to numb the area with his reiatsu or provided him with certain drugs so he felt nothing, but where was the fun in that? Once he finally extracted enough of Alfa's bone marrow he laughed in a crazed manner leaving them there to heal themselves as he rushed back towards the confines of his laboratory to start his experiments.
” Ok I am done with you both feel free to go chase after something or whatever you do, I have lots of work to do.”
The Machinations of a Mad Man
As Izeel went to work in his laboratory starting on the first projects on his list, time became rudimentary to him. Alfa and Mudo knew this was when he was at his worst stuck in a trance where everything was nothing more than experiments to him, or something to be dissected. A computer screen appeared in front of him displaying all the fully processed information on Elliora he gathered then deleted it all afterward. The only thing he kept digital and physical records was information that held little importance to him or had no value in the hands of others. He let out a long drawn-out sigh wishing he could run more experiments on her but, he had his fun, her recovery was now the priority. He set up equipment in her room to monitor her coma from his laboratory and continue his research. He closed the screen before a holographic image of the Caja Nagacion replaced the screen and dissected it to its core design. He spent multiple weeks tweaking and re-configuring this device to improve it to what Max desired; a Caja Negacion that was strong enough to use on his Espada when throwing one of his tantrums. He even added a special mechanism on this batch that allowed him to set a time limit on how long he wished for them to be trapped (Max of 10 hours) or until they were able to break free themselves. How he improved nothing short of Arrancar’s Resurreccion would allow them to break free, although needs to be tested without enough information on all of their releases.
The next thing on his agenda involved the creation of spiritual limiters for the Espada, and the Fraccion if Max so chose to apply it on them too. He paused knowing this project would take a little more thought and, started to study numerous substances that could seal away spiritual power. He decided to investigate residual memories in the former location where the previous Las Noches ruins remained. Izeel watched the memories play out following the footsteps of the two known for their work; Sōsuke Aizen and Szayelaporro Granz. They were known as the greatest minds in the scientific field during their time and, recovering any of their old research would be beneficial to the growth of Arrancar. He retraced back through multiple memories recovering any lost research of Szayelaporro and diving further back into the memories to the point in time where he started their construction. It is one thing to read the research but an entirely different thrill to observe the creation of their beauties firsthand. Getting to observe the pink-haired Arrancar up close and personal in the long run helps Izeel replicate them much more efficiently. Contrarily, when it came to experiencing the memories revolving around what Aizen did within Hueco Mundo, Izeel spent several months before he got lucky coming across what he believed to be a holy grail. He managed to uncover Aizen's research he conducted on hollows to figure out how to make them break the boundaries to become Arrancar and the ways he altered hollows giving them unique properties. With nothing promising about any mentions of the Hogyoku besides brief mentioning of where he experimented outside of Soul Society, it at least gave him a trail to follow. With the advancement in his research and development about hollows, he used this newfound knowledge to finish the project he got sidetracked on concerning the spiritual limiters on the Arrancar. Knowing more about the anatomy of Arrancar, he created a special ink when tattoo on the person acted in the sense of block that mentally prevented them from accessing their full power, and only when removed by force could they harness their true potential.
Over another span of months, Izeel used that time to go over some of his former projects to improve upon them, tinkering out any errors he may have overlooked. During intermissions of his work, he went to check on any signs of change of Elliora state and make sure she is getting enough souls to sustain her power levels still in the process of recuperating. In the privacy of his pocket dimension, he managed to concoct a special mutagen from the gathered bone marrow of Alfa and Elliora. Secretly, Izeel injected himself with this mutagen to continually subject himself to small increments of the Soul King’s blood before entering into his Resureccion forcing his body to adapt to the changes. He continued with this medical procedure for the remainder of the 100 years inside his pocket dimension without fail until his body fully adapted. Within the labs of the mad scientist, the machinery ran daily with multiple experiments and projects underway. Multiple artificial hollows programmed with a specific task along with needed upgrades installed kept his labs running productively even in his absence.
He gazed at the hooleers incubating in their containers growing at such a significant rate. It was only a matter of time before he could create a small army of them if it didn’t take a large amount of Gillian to form a single one, but this is where his plans in the Naruki City invasion happened to pay off in his favor. This led Izeel to make a reishi supplement for hollows and demi-hollows to eat that gave them all the nutrients they needed which normally would have taken years or longer to obtain. Hollows who fed off this supplement proved to be more nourishing than any other hollows who became part of the food chain to give birth to another's evolution.
” I am finally at a point where my more simple experiments can be self conducting without my immediate attention. Open up a visual to Project SIQ, I am curious to see how the Fractales test subjects are doing. Run the usual protocol.”

A display screen popped up showing a small horde of strange-looking hollows with one significant thing that stood out about them; they all lacked hollow holes. These Fractoles all had monstrous form, especially their face: black reishi flames pour forth from atop their heads, their teeth become fang-like, and identical hollow masks with round gleaming yellow eyes. Pressing a button three metallic doors began to open up with a swarm of hollows dashing out to fight for survival against these abominations. Quickly this became one-sided as they were violently torn apart the Fractales in a matter of minutes. The second door opening appeared much larger than the others, testing how they held up against Gillian class hollows. The Fractales at first seemed outmatched as the Menos Grande fired out its cero, but those not killed from the blast soon found themselves gathering up into a single group charging a combined cero strong enough to stun and crack its cracks mask in retaliation. They all swarmed the Gillian like ants scaling up to his face before digging their claws into the cracks of its mask ripping pieces of it off until nothing remained brutally killing their target. Izeel started to crank the bolt in his head deep in thought before ending the protocol for the time being.
” It appears that the Fractales hive mind is fully functional now. However, it seems their aptitude to use cero at the potency of Arrancar still needs some work. The hollowfication virus is still complete, but the effect on humans proves to be successful. The effects the virus has on Fullbringers are fruitful, but on Quincy and Shinigami still inconclusive without proper test subjects. My analysis of the hollowfication virus is still incomplete. Continue to monitor the quarantine zone until further notice.”
Placing his Project SIQ on hold, for now, he had something more pressing he desired to pursue. Something Izeel learned about after surveying so many residual memories concerning Sosuke Aizen is that he loved to gloat and belittle people. At some point in different locations, Aizen revealed different puzzle pieces about the secrets of the Hogyoku to his enemies right before defeating them, and it was up to Izeel to figure out how all these intricate pieces fit together. From the notes about his hollow research, one of the first clues briefly mentioned is the place he conducted his early-stage experiments in Naruki City before moving to the next stage experimenting on people in the Seireitei. He was determined and dedicated to learning how to create his very own Hogyoku, refusing to accept two shinigami were able to do this but Arrancar, as intelligent as him, couldn't. This was one shame Izeel didn’t have any plans of facing, and his quest to do the unthinkable soon became a borderline obsession if not already one. The first destination Izeel visited was Naruki City where he spent multiple hours searching through the entire city for that one single memory where the event had taken place. Arriving on the scene a small portal opened up originating from his belly button with a snake-like insect slithering out and coiling its body around him.

A scientist left freely to his own devices was a terrifying thing, and Izeel planned to demonstrate why that was. He cranked the bolt eagerly with his fully matured Radiestesia Bichos coiled around his neck capable of making this scavenger hunt for memories not so tedious and time-consuming. He smiled at it in a slightly creepy way scratching under its chin before giving it the mental command to start the unraveling of the many mysteries of Aizen one memory at a time. His eyes soon glossed over skimming through all the useless memories seeking the one he truly wanted. This process was like watching a movie in rewind first experiencing the most recent incidents before finally the prelude that led to previously seen events conclusions. To Izeel disappointment what he sought wasn't here so began to call back memories of when Aizen first fused with it. Remembering right before he went to confront the shinigami in Karakura Town he mentioned something in Las Noches about how to awaken its Hogyoku full power temporarily. He thought to himself he needed to return where Aizen entered the battlefield after his first time fusing with the Hogyoku.
With a swipe of his hand, he opened up Garganta that led him to where the battle had taken place in Karakura Town. From there Izeel entered the residual memory from exactly when Aizen made his appearance, already having viewed this before when he was still hollow. However, this time around instead of focusing on the battle altogether, the only thing he paid 100% attention to was Aizen oversharing about the changes he was undergoing and analyzing every transformation he went through at that current time. Through his extensive examination, the first mention of the Hogyoku initial chrysalis phase happened when he started to get pushed to its limit by the shinigami. After that, he just stood there letting them try their attacks on him to no avail ultimately leading to their defeat and the transformation completing. The one thing that intrigues Izeel greatly is almost on all accounts Aizen treats the Hogyoku like its sentient where they can mutually understand one another, and during the final confrontation, it seems to express the emotion and understanding not from the owner's heart but of its own accord. Through this revelation, he originally viewed the Hogyoku as a powerful object capable of turning people's deepest heart desires into reality by tearing away boundaries and drawing out their unrealized potential. It is something deeper than just a mere object because the Hogyoku in Izeel is an entity capable of learning by reading the hearts of others, and have a will of its own. How can I create such a life like this? That was the true mystery in this complex puzzle he needed to resolve to understand the Hogyoku sentience. Unless he got his hands on a Hogyoku or breached Soul Society to seek out the residual memories of its birth, this mystery would be very challenging to solve.

Despite such an outcome though, Izeel didn’t lose his drive to continue pursuing the creation of this but all the unanswered questions instead caused unquenchable hunger for knowledge for the answers. How long he had been away chasing after memories slipped his mind for the entire time until his fated arrival back into Hueco Mundo. Now back in his lab, Izeel called forth all of his skills and everything he had at his disposal to take the real first step into this creation. Spending years and years researching various substances that would be strong enough to contain a power such as the Hogyoku he kept running into failed experiment after a failed experiment. Suddenly the realization hit him, thinking how he could be so stupid to forget. He had the perfect catalyst already in a large vault of blood. He did learn a thing or two on how to use it as a catalyst for other substances which he could mix and synthesize together. The empty was designed with the purpose of disassembling into individual shards and when brought together easily just reform back into a whole as a check and balance solution to prevent any one person repeating Aizen follies. He couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that the shards came from watching all the previous vessels shatter from failed attempts to contain massive amounts of energy inside of them. Nevertheless, by drawing out each substance's beneficial properties then converting it to a crystallized form, he managed to create a nigh-indestructible vessel. Being a man of science thinking of the bigger picture he implemented a contingency into the creation of the vessel by adding his DNA into it. This precaution allowed him to be able to track jewels and their shards if there ever happened to be a dire outcome where a holder of such shards allowed it to be taken by enemies hands.

By the time Izeel left out of his laboratory with the jewel in hand, his eyes were bloodshot with a wide maddening smile. He took one big inhale of a cigarette before exhaling purple-colored fume into the air and rubbed the back of his head. His eyes darted around oblivious a full 100 years went by since he initially started his experiment trials. Wasn't until he brought up the A.I. computer to inform him on anything of importance that had taken place, and thankful he thought ahead assigning artificial hollow to care for Elliora. Curious, if she has woken up from her deep slumber after all this time he pulled up her vitals screen to review over it shocked to discover she was no longer hand anything read at all. This conclusion only led to the results in his head either one of the many Arrancar swooning over her did something to her body in his absence, or she finally regained consciousness. In any case, he still needed to run a follow-up examination on her as he headed toward her room, his A.I. alarmed him of a sudden detected unknown anomaly that just entered into Hueco Mundo.
"Did those foul togabito finally decide to show their heads again?"

 

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“…An acquaintance of your fraccion. He has spent some time… coercing me to become a part of your faction; more specifically, as your fraccion.”
He raises a brow to this response and looks over to Yandiel who had also greeted him upon his arrival. This was a very interesting situation, one that Max has not been in for quite some time. He places a hand to his own chin and rubs it for a few moments continuing to listen to the deer Hollow.
“Since you have graced these grounds with your presence, then what services would you have for me in your army, and if given the opportunity, one of those who work so closely to you as Yandiel here? Are we free to kill and act as we desire? What could this God-King do with another pawn in his army?”
Maximiliano begins to chuckle, laughing even at the boldness of this Hollow. One would think that a mere Hollow would be on hands and knees begging for this opportunity instead of asking how it would benefit them. The words of this Deer sound like he is more concerned about his freedom more than anything else, to continue to live as Hollow’s do. Max loves those who go against the grain, who subvert the normalities of how things should work and throw normality for a loop entirely. It is why beings such as Marcos and Elliora live unbothered by the God King; their chaotic and odd nature are a breath of fresh air and reminds him what it is like to be a Hollow. The existence of such people keep Max humble and remind him of what he is at the end of the day.
”Amigo, I rule through freedom. Yandiel here is allowed to walk and roam as he pleases just as I do. I need not sit atop a throne, I need not hide away in Las Noches, we are the strongest pack in all of Hueco Mundo and we can go and do as we please. All that I ask is that when I call for your attention that you heed that call. Things are going to get interesting very soon, however as-”
Max stops speaking, looking over his shoulder behind him, he stares silently for close to a minute and a half before turning back to the Hollow and continuing what he was saying.
”Sorry something arrived but my stronger Arrancar are already dealing with it. As I was saying things are going to be getting interesting soon, amigo, but you are of no use to me as you are right now. Our enemies will decimate an Adjuchas like yourself, for that reason you must embrace our strongest trait, our most deadly power as Hollow’s! Evolución!!”
The hand is faster than the eye and before the Deer knew it his face was in the grasp of the God King. The forest began to quake, rumbling with the ever increasing Reiatsu of Maximiliano. The sound of cracking is heard from the vice grip he has on the head of the Hollow, is this the God King purging weakness from the forest? Does he intend to crush Santana’s head to mere pulp because he was nothing but an Adjuchas asking reasonable questions? The color of his Reiatsu is seen, royal purple, and it flows towards the hand that grips the Hollow’s head.
”Remember this! The strong bow to no one and the weak bow to the strong!”
So that's what it was about, the deer made the mistake of bowing to Max and in turn that showed his weakness. Had the deer taken the queues from Yandiel, who did not bow, he may have avoided whatever fate that was about to be bestowed upon him.
CRRRRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
The sickening sound echoes in the forest, making all the lesser beings recoil and cringe from the sound alone. Max raises his hand, remnants of a mask falling from his bloodied palm a vicious grin etched upon his face as he stares down at the deer who slowly collapses back to the ground when suddenly…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
An explosion of Reiatsu erupts in front of Max, it is not his own, nor is it an attack of his. No, the cause of this is due to Hollow Evolution taking place before him, the birth of a new entity that will join his ranks and more importantly join Yandiel and Grimaldi to act as his hand, the Hand of God.
”Rise, Amigo, and tell me your name.” The God King opens a Garganta that leads back to Las Noches directly. ”Yandiel, understand they are becoming my Fraccion based on your suggestion. Should they fail to perform up to my standards he and you will both suffer the consequences. Now, let us return home, a new situation is developing that I would like to observe.”
Max is the first to step through the Garganta, allowing Yandiel to help Santana become accustomed to his new form and guide him through Las Noches. Little did Max know that once he stepped through to the other side he would sense a presence that he had not felt for over one hundred years. He grins from ear to ear as if it was an old friend who had returned from a long trip.
”Ah! He has returned! This day is getting better and better!”