[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Successful in his strike Max was confident in how this battle would go, regardless of how much this being could heal he would strike him again and again until it would yield to his superior strength. Maximiliano WAS confident in how this battle would go, but within an instant that confidence in the battle was sheared away.
A Defeated King

Within an instant he is nearly captured, nearly ensnared within a tomb of muscle that had instantly revived itself and formed around him. In this instant the God King felt something he had never felt before, never in his life has he ever felt the sensation of…
FEAR
Over a thousand years this man has lived and never once has he known fear, he had no reason to. He was stronger than anyone he ever encountered, even after becoming an Arrancar there was none more powerful than him. However, in this instance he is not the dominant one he is the one fighting an uphill battle, a hill he has never had to climb a single time in his life. Fear is a powerful driving force for all creatures, fear can turn the mightiest of men into crumbling cowards who will cower or run away. Fear can paralyze and make one incapable of moving or acting. However, when it is forienge and unknown to the person, fear can trigger a different response. When fear collides with pride it becomes volatile, audacious even. It brings about insurmountable rage and anger.
Instantaneous healing or at least highly accelerated healing, it nearly seems like something more akin to creation rather than simple healing. A scary prospect for anyone to face, a foe that cannot be cut down no matter how much they struggle against them. In battle the term instant can spell disaster for anyone no matter how strong they are, even for Max. The God king has outpaced Helliodoro once before with the use of his spirals and if his speed is to be used as a baseline for this healing, then they shall out pace even this. Kassius is not the only one in this fight with near instantaneous abilities. Even if these bone like tendrils reached Max’s flesh they would have faltered against his Hierro. What he lacks in regeneration he makes up for many times with his Hierro that is nigh indestructible, it was one of the many things that aided him in his earlier collision with Kassius. Sadly, that collision may have made his opponent even stronger, however, Maximiliano will not be relying on his Hierro to save him in this instance.
The spirals that were formed had plucked away parts of Max’s own Reiatsu, they were never pulling in anything, the notion of them filling with Kassius’s Reiatsu to a stalemate does not happen simply because that was not how they were operating. The spirals spin with the Destructive Reiatsu of Max, churning them, taking the beasts Reiatsu off course and away from them, just as a whirlpool diverts the current of water around it. These spirals were specially prepared for Kassius’ muscle fibers, something Max anticipated coming into play, although not so soon.
Freedom Through Rage
The moment these fibers made contact with the Spirals that orbited and followed Max to this point they would contract rapidly, consuming Kassius. Contracción de Hélice (Lit. Helix Contraction) is used causing everything within ten meters of Kassius to suddenly be pulled inward towards said spirals. This contraction takes place at multiple points to ensure the God King’s safety. Once Max is freed from the clutches of Kassius, the imploding spirals consume one another and like a black hole, save for Maximiliano, nothing is safe in its immediate area, including Kassius as he is pulled into the spiral becoming nothing more than a ball of meat and muscle fibers. This is not a feat of brute strength, by pulling Kassius in his own flow of strength works against him. Such a collapse is empowered as Max actively manipulates the strength of the spiral, collapsing Kassius into the size of a baseball. The monster is no doubt still alive, however, all spirals are under the domain of their God, Maximiliano, and with Kassius enclosed within multiple layers of said spirals he too is under that same domain.
The collapse was sudden, leaving no room for fussing or fighting from the goliath as by the time this finishes the pale Arrancar’s feet touch the sands once more with him turning to approach the orb, picking it up although not directly. The orb levitates to his hand and floats above his palm. Struggling as he may, Kassius will find no freedom from this prison of infinity constantly swirling, ever constricting, ever destroying. Just as light cannot escape a black hole neither will this monster escape the grasp of Maximiliano. Stress, the affinity of the God King, mental and physical stress are taxing and pushes individuals and objects to their limits then breaks them. This container of infinity is doing more than holding Kassius in a ball; it is slowly spinning and stretching him until he too begins to spiral with his prison. It is in that moment that he can no longer escape the power of his new God.
The Final Piece

The size that Kassius was collapsed to was done on purpose to avoid crushing something, a vital object that made Maximiliano curious about the beast in the first place. Bit by bit Kassius unravels away from the object in question, with Max reaching in to retrieve the object that drew his attention, a small, red, rock. This was not recklessly done, meticulous use of his power allowed him to extract and “clean” it of any remnants left behind by the abomination. He gazes at it, allowing it to eclipse the moon in the sky for a brief moment before encasing it in layers of spiraling Reiatsu so he can consume it safely. Unlike the others who burst into flames and exploded, the power of the stone will slowly be released over time, bit by bit, little by little. Naturally he feels the heat well up inside of him but his precautions keep any adverse effects from harming him. The stressful properties of his spiral will keep the majority of its energies at bay allowing for a cleaner melding process.
Elliora hid this gem away from her God King and she justly paid the price for such a deed. Max looks towards the one he thought to be his rival, slowly recovering from the horrific injury given to him by the monster. He will recover soon enough and will be ready for another fight, he too, like the monster, is of a dull mind only knowing violence and conflict. The God King looks around, the sensation of knowing he is being watched by someone. The dunes have many eyes on this bout but there are some peering from Las Noches as well.
”Izeel, create something to contain this monstrosity. We will have need of him again soon enough.”
He turns and begins to walk towards Las Noches with Kassius literally in hand. With the monstrosity's shape now twisted into a spiral he is at the mercy of Maximiliano, but if this thing can evolve then such a tactic may not work a second time. More counter-measures will have to be created to reel in this abomination when the need arises.

 

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For everything, or rather every being, every creature there is a purpose. Insects contribute to the nature of the world, while also serving as sustenance for those that prey on them. Their predators in turn go on to flourish and further thrive within the world, giving back to it before they too are consumed by one higher, stronger than themselves.
The Shinigami too have purpose, guardians of balance they ensure the stability of the physical and spiritual planes. Then exist the Quincy, beings who upset the balance, yet even their actions are not without cause, not without purpose. While the shinigami who wage battle cleanse the threat, the Quincy instead destroy it, each working towards alleviating the issue in their own respective ways...the issues of the Hollows. One then begins to wonder what purpose, what higher call do those heartless creatures, corrupted souls who feast on other souls for more power have? What is their higher call? To the shinigami perhaps, their purpose is the continuation of the cycle of life and death, depraved creatures merely lost along the path, and thus their blades exist to rectify that error, to return them. For Quincy, they might perhaps say the Hollow serve no purpose at all, justifying their extermination of the souls.
The Hollows would perhaps inform others that their role, their purpose was to hunt and consume. They were predators, devourers of the weaker beings to add to their strength. Others existed so they could exist, others lived so they may be consumed to make them stronger. So they hunt, and kill, all to justify their strength...to validate their existence. This is the way it has been for centuries...as it was even today.
The Arrancar Izeel busies himself with the prize they have wrested from the hands of the Shinigami while Yandriel happens across another Hollow who he strives to recruit. The twins happen upon an unfamiliar soul to them, a soul by the name of Grimaldi who is soon drawn to another strong being. Elliora awakens from her coma like slumber, only to be greeted by Galia. A hundred years, just saying it seems like such a long time, but for these beings it is but a drop of rain in the infinite expanse of the ocean. Their time spent has been...uneventful, unproductive, inconsequential.
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzz
Incessant snoring fills the massive halls of Las Noches, its sound weakening as it reaches out towards the deserts of Hueco Mundo.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM
The space within the skies of Hueco Mundo are torn, its wound is a black abyss that spews out a foreign object that becomes a meteorite in its descent. When it collides with the desert sands, concurrently creating a massive crater within the ground and clouding the skies with dust and sand. Any living creature within the area of impact is instantly decimated, its life snuffed out before it could realize its impending demise, perhaps those were the more fortunate of the beings in this world. The meteorite is revealed to be a hollow, a Vasto Lorde at that, one who has not been within the world of its kind for centuries for reasons unknown to its kin. It surveys its new territory, its new hunting ground. Its arrival does not go unnoticed by the would be conquerors and leaders of the world of Hollows, the Arrancar who call themselves Espada.
Elliora, the fastest amongst her peers, is the first to arrive towards this new being. Elated at the prospect of a new toy. Reaching into the depths of her body beneath her ribs she retrieves an item that was housed inside her, continuing to fly faster, through the air. When she does collide with the strange hollow a sickening crack is produced accompanied by a shockwave of great proportion. Unable to withstand the force of her own “attack” the bones in her arm snap like twigs, the item in her hand now gone, embedded inside this new being.
The current Cero moves back to enjoy the fireworks, an orchestrator of chaos. Perhaps she believed that she could bring this new being into the fold beneath her like she had done so with many others to claim themselves to be strong, claim the title Espada, or believed themselves to be of such a level. All that soon befalls Hueco Mundo, is wrought by her hand.
zzzzzzzzZZZZZZ
The loud and obnoxious snoring persists, racking the ears of any unfortunate enough to hear it.
The Godking indulges the audience of Yandiel’s find, a hollow not yet evolved into Arrancar. This wouldn’t do,this being’s new god would have to give it a hand if they were to serve him properly..and so he does. Alfa and Mudo introduce themselves, uncertain about how trustworthy their fellow Arrancar was.

There is an explosions, hundreds..no, thousands...no MILLIONS times more powerful than the impact of the Vasto’s descent. Ironic, that as this creature undergoes its apocalyptic evolution the hollow now known as Santanna achieves its own. The Godking’s worshippers continue to indulge their lord while a familiar presence forces its way up the steps of Las Noches, trespassing within its halls once more to come before the being it had battled a century ago. While the energy from afar is powerful enough to be detected by nearly any creature inhabiting the world of Hueco Mundo, it is Izeel’s alarms blarings that gives the scientist cause for alarm. Machinery of varying types begin calculating and assessing the power output and the damage potential all as the shockwave tears through the sands to rip through the ground and Las Noches as well should it collide, the ever expanding blast following swiftly in its wake.
The scientist attempts to spare their home from decimation, yet perhaps it is his time tinkering and thinking that has put the man out of practice. He is a step or two, or several to slow to be of any significant assistance. Thankfully Maximilliano ever vigilant of his castle and kingdom senses the threat, knows there is little time for tinkering and preparation, not with something of this magnitude. His reiatsu acts as a call, enshrouding the hovering castle in a beacon of yellow, separating it from the rest of Hueco Mundo, sparing them from destruction. As this happens, or rather as the sands are being baked and ravaged by this volatile power, Elliora finds herself trapped in a cycle of evaporation and restoration, her healing keeping her tethered in the cycling torment. Enrico, a false monarch, King of nothing finds himself facing off against the blast head on. In his ignorance he makes no preparations of defense, shows no fear or care for the power before him. Constantly taking things from others he believes to rightfully belong to him, this time his inaction causes him to truly take something that was his — his own life. The false king is swallowed whole by the catastrophic power and truly returns to his kingdom of nothingness as the nothing he has always been.
Abraam like the fallen false king had been playing the role of spectator. A man who once called himself espada, Abraam is indeed strong...when surrounded by those weaker than himself. He realizes that what is happening is beyond the scope of his ability, and moves to escape through the black scar in the air, though not before he is subjected to punishment for both his curiosity and his weakness. His eyes and ears are decimated by the flare of the blast and the cry of the vagido. Luckily the lizard had not foolishly abandoned the one thing that gave him hope to continue on, his regeneration. Galia, yet another spectator, another tool of Elliora like the other two does as he always does...and flees. Turning tail and diving into the sands, pushing against all odds fear and adrenaline, his fight or flight pushes him into his resurreccion as he propels himself through the sands, and down into the Forest of Menos, worse for wear..but alive.
When everything settles, and the glow covering the sands and skies red as if Hueco Mundo had been wounded and was bleeding finally recedes, revealing the sand turned glass, destruction all around...and a new Arrancar. Elated that her tinkering had worked, Elliora foolishly flies in to greet the newly evolved powerhouse...and is made quick work of. Abraam, now brave enough to re-emerge, witnesses the seemingly last moments of his beloved Queen. He has lost his rank, lost his Queen, it would seem that his is a season of loss. He moves to find himself.
The Godking and his comrade arrive on scene, the latter chasing after the man in hopes for another battle. When he arrives another creature draws the ignorant arrancar’s notice. Again, the fire in him burns, seeking to challenge this being, to conquer it. Ironic, that Helliodoro would find himself seeking to be more a conqueror than Galia. Like a bull he charges headfirst towards his fellow evolved Vasto, faster he moves, imperceptible to nearly every other being launching himself into the mouth of the one called Kassius. Yet another short lived battle, if it could even be called such. It seems it was left to the Godking himself to quell this rabid monster.
ZZZZZZZzzzzz- huh? Wha?
Again with that noise, like a rusted saw going back and forth against the sturdiest of trees. It is only during the battle between Kassius and Max that the snoring finally comes to an end.

Within one of the many rooms, through one of the many halls lies Marcos who now sits up, weary eyed. He seems out of sorts, having just woken up, a faint look of confusion shown in his eyes. He smacks his lips together before scratching at his sides, then the back of his head. What was he doing again? Perhaps he, like Elliora, had spent this century resting, drifting through the realm of dreams. No..that wasn’t it. He focuses a bit more, a difficult task given his chaotic mind.

The sight of Max’s fist caving in the face of another, a man who dared to challenge the authority of the newly established Godking, dared to proclaim he would sit upon the throne of Las Noches. That’s it, it starts coming back to him slowly, and in pieces. He had been going around to the different camps and groups of Arrancar, finding himself in the company of beings with ego but lacking the power to support it, the power to sit at the top, to claim the title of espada let alone Godking. He had made promises, given false support, information that was useless to the fools that drunk it up like water in an oasis, mana from heaven. They believed they knew the scope of Max’s power, and believed they had the help of one in the godking’s inner court. Was quite the sight, Max plowing through them, breaking their leaders, culling the herd. Marcos was...DELIGHTED! He never would have expected so many would be so trusting. Honestly he was sure that over half didn’t believe him, and had nearly come to terms with the fact that nothing exciting would come of it. He was thankfully wrong in that regard. How many times had he allowed himself to be beaten on? How many times had he feigned defeat? It was all well worth it in the end, filling his dreams with pleasant ones. As he reminisces the sounds and waves from their conflict once more breaks the Primera’s focus.

His eye twitches as his spiritual pressure begins to crackle and spike, bleeding off his form. Another version of himself, nearly a fluorescent pink silhouette can be seen moving its hands frantically as if trying to calm him down, to settle its bubbling aggravation.
It fails.

Just as the climax is reached, Kassius caged in the form of a disformed ball of writhing flesh and meat, blood and bone, just as Max has settled things down another tragedy seems to befall him. A glowing pink hand grips the top of Las Noches, pushing down causing the entirety of the castle to lean towards the right, shifting everyone and everything inside not grounded in that direction. Another hand, equally massive, grips the other, pushing down bringing Las Noches back to a level position, and then the rest of the body rises.
”WHAAAAAAAAAA
It bellows out, its voice similar to a Vagido in nature, yet...not quite. The winds howl and pick up with its outcry, its anger blatant in its howl. Its body flickers and distorts, holding no true defined form, clearly composed of spiritual power, sharpened and hardened into spiritual pressure.
AAAat’s with all the ruckus?!”
The howl bleeds into words, carried by a familiar voice. The pink monstrosity begins to break apart into wisps, as if torn and shredded apart before evaporating into nothing. From Las Noches Marcos approaches as Max makes his way towards the castle. The primera’s arms swing, if he had visible nostrils they would certainly be flaring. He moves with the intent of giving the Godking a good piece of his mind. As he draws closer he sees that Max is in possession of something, squirming and writhing about, contained by the stress inducing spirals. The squishy sounds it makes as it moves and wrestles against its prison are disturbingly sickening, the sight of the thing..stomach churning. What a find! Staring from Max to the flesh ball, then from the ball back to Max...and then back at the mass of flesh Marcos cannot help but to lean in and point at it curiously.

”Uh, Maxy? The fuck is that?”

 

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” Stand still uh what’s your name naked one?... Hmm if my calculations are correct which they always are then this should do the trick.”
Santana stops in his tracks and observes in silence, his brows furrowing as Izeel tapped away at several things, finding disgust as he watches his eyes are focused on both him and the others. A grimace forms on his pale face and he turns his head to look at anything but him. Yet it was when his attention was off the mad scientist that he felt his body getting invaded by a set of hands and his face immediately flushed red.
“Disgusting! Get your hands off me!”
Raising his foot, he slammed it against the front of Izeel’s minion and sent him flying elsewhere, hair disheveled after being touched so unceremoniously. A warning would have been nice. Yet despite being kicked away, Santana watched as threads began to spew from the thing, and he got closer, watching as it made him a new set of clothes, only stopping and Santana used that time to give it his input. After it finished, Santana shamelessly shed the poor lab coat from his body and ebgan dressing himself in the new garment, tying the black wrap around his waist that held up his loose white pants. Fitted for him, he pulled the black gloves to cover the holes in his hands, flexing his hands as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Rather than wear a shirt, Santana particularly liked the freedom, foregoing a top and instead just settling with a poncho-type wrap that stopped just at the cusp of his waistband.
Yet in his admiration of his new attire, something unsettles the already breaking palace of Las Noches and everything begins leaning towards the right, but Santana is light on his fight and immediately stabilizes himself when the palace once more becomes righted. Flushed in a fluorescent pink aura, the former deer adjuchas tilts his head in the direction of the origination of the bellowing voice as it exclaims, demanding answers for all of the happenings. Santana is just as curious, after all, he was brought in the middle of chaos. Having given up his quiet life in the Forest, his life now consisted of bedlam and mayhem.
The aura that once surrounded them dissipates in shreds as this entity makes face and begins heading towards the God-King with something in hand. Santana eventually finds his place back near Yandiel, curiosity plaguing his expression, yet he asks for nothing, nor questions anything. He was simply given an order: stay out of the way.

 

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The air has long since seen this much spiritual energy filling its form, at least to this magnitude. Hueco Mundo has always been a warzone, a place to prove one's power against all others, but a battle of this size was much rarer. There was a necessity of the God King taking a stand in this clash, one that other arrancar failed to resolve. A being that would likely cause rippling changes to the already fragile structure of Max's rule. And although that threat may be temporarily subdued by his efforts, there was no telling what would transpire beyond the current day. If their allegiance is secured even in the slightest, they'd make an asset to future conflicts.
Yandiel's attention to the swirling emissions outside the fortress would come to an end as Izeel opened a gateway that propelled an individual into his path. Without even taking a moment to glance in the origin direction, he raised his arm and caught the figure. Halting the force with an open palm before grasping onto the tattered and bloodstained attire of theirs. His optics flicked towards his outreaching limb, aware of who now was within his grip. Returning his attention to the scientist, his voice pierced the man's mind. His eyes an empty slate and lacking any indication of his opinion on this likely intentional portal placement.
"Even the Cero Espada could not handle that monster. Though it barely seemed like she tried."
The mantis arrancar had a follow up to what he had just said but halted his words by the awakening of yet another flow of spiritual presence, one that warped the very space itself. The shift did not destabilize Yandiel, though it did pique curiosity within himself. It was obviously one of the other Espada, but one he was not familiar with. For the majority of his tenure as a Fracción, he spent no time around any of the others within the God King's ranks, primarily due to him operating outside of the confines of Las Noches.
His grasp loosened on the female, lowering her to the ground before him, prior to taking a step backwards. There was a moment of temptation to fling her towards the scientist, but felt it would be unwarranted in regards to potentially furthering the Espada's injuries. He looked for a moment at the newborn arrancar's relocation to his proximity, then to the body that was now on the floor.
"You are going to have your hands full trying to restore her. But you should have all the time to dedicate to it now that Max has returned. You may want to cease the games. Someone may take your head for them."
His telepathic projection housed an upbeat tone despite ending in a passive aggressive message, it complimented with a smile on his face. It was not necessarily a remark of his own intent, but a friendly recommendation given not only the nature of their kind, but the inevitable addition of the monster from before. It was unlikely that provocation would lead to Yandiel making a compulsive action, but slight verbal jabs were on the table. It did not matter what the man's response was, nor did he expect it to be anything spectacular. All that mattered now was what was going to occur in relation to the recent events. As much as the changes could be unfavorable, there was some part of Yandiel that found this so very exciting.

 

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With Kassius in hand Max continued his stride towards his palace, he walked as a means to clear his mind as there were many things on it. On his walk he contemplated how he was going to refill his ranks, the Espada having now dwindled down to just Marcos and Emilia. In his travels across Hueco Mundo he had yet to find any suitable Arrancar to make Espada, let alone Hollows suitable enough to transform. Santana was only transformed upon request of his Fraccion, if not for that the deer would have been killed like the rest. He grits his teeth upon coming to the thought of turning his Fraccion into Espada, Grimaldi and Yandiel are capable enough but he needs more than that, he wants more of what Kassius presented to him, an neigh-unyielding force.
The Whimsical Cat Appears!
Max is not left alone with his thoughts for too much longer as someone begins to approach him, who in their right mind would approach the God King so brazenly? A contender thinking that Maximiliano was weakened from his bout with Kassius, hoping to swoop in for an easy kill? No, nothing of the like, just another Arrancar whose mind is also frayed with madness. Marcos is one of the last two Espada, furthermore, he is the only Espada left from Vioncent’s reign. Having held the position of Primera for this long must mean he is powerful. At one time the antics of this Arrancar could arouse laughter within the God-King but with time Max had grown so weary with the state of the Espada that he no longer found anything amusing aside for the death of others.
Still maintaining his manners despite this Max stops walking to see what it is that Marcos wants with him. Ironically enough, the cat is curious. Looking from the ball of flesh in his hand then back to him multiple times before finally asking the question that is on his mind.

”Uh, Maxy? The fuck is that?”

Max looks at the ball of meat then back to Marcos, narrowing his eyes. With all the diverse personalities in Las Noches along with their whimsical impulses Max had to learn how to speak to each of them to keep them out of his way or out of his plans. Right now he has to avoid Marcos’ meddling which could result in the monster in his palm being set free again. He looks to the ball then to Marcos before setting his sights back on Las Noches with a smile as he begins walking once more past Marcos.
”Come, amigo, Izeel will know what it is, he may even have one waiting for you.”
Rising Tension
A lie, however, Max is using this as a distraction, an attempt to stay the curiosity of the Cheshire Cat or at least divert his attention away from himself. Maximiliano is one of the few Arrancar who are always thinking ahead, sights set on the future. As he has reigned over Hueco Mundo he has not lost sight of his goals, one of which being to destroy the Quincy completely. That particular plan will be put in motion soon. He reaches the first step of Las Noches and when his foot lands upon it his Reiatsu is released, alerting all in the Palace of his return. The Reiatsu of this man is no joke to begin with, a sensation of never ending spiraling destruction enough to cause anxiety and stress. But this time there is a hint of malice laced within it. All within the walls of Las Noches wouldn’t feel like their God has returned to greet them, no, it would feel as if he is coming to kill them.
One step at a time he ascends, one step at a time he climbs towards his heavens. What will await the Arrancar within once he crosses through those doors? Should they prepare for battle? Should they run and hide? Or should they do nothing at all? A multitude of decisions are laid out before them and they should address the situation properly considering their lives may be at risk.