Post by Miranda Frost on Jul 17, 2022 0:00:27 GMT -5
All the preparations have been made. The human body held approximately 1.3 gallons of blood flowing within it and his personal tub could hold about 30 gallons. Already he had drained 27 of his servants. It was a shame he had to dispose of fine specimen and assistants, but he'd get over it. He always did after all. They certainly didnt protest, or maybe they couldnt. Serraph gripped the last servant and bent him over the tub's edge, face nearly submerging in the thick soup of crimson life force. He held his dagger and pressed it to the man's neck and slid it effortlessly across his neck. "Coccineum Ascendit!/ The Scarlet Blood rises up!", his labored voice spoke, providing a new element to the ritual.
He'd gargle and for the first time since his conditioning panic and try to resist, but it was to late. the moment the bleeding servant moved his hand he'd hold it down with the heal of his shoe, letting the thick fluid to join the others. Like the others, the Sexta held down the man until he bled dry before kicking the body away. He could feel exhaustion began to kick in. His time was running out. If he didn't complete this, his body would be immobile for a time as his sleep will likely take him out of action for a good amount of time.
Serraph would take a page from his old Queen's book. Her powers utilized blood manipulation for combat and sustainment, but there was to be learned for how it worked. In his chest beat two hearts, his own and Seris, his old Master. Though only one heart beat at a time before he utilized his hollow powers, blood from both flowed through his veins. He'd slice his palm with the dagger and hold it out over the tub of scarlet glory, letting its reiatsu enrich and activate mess he made. Serraph had figured out how her powers worked, how she was able to live for so long despite being consumed by a Quincy infliction. She'd take over the bodies of those who would consume her using this very spell, albit a bit differently. He had to make do with the fact that he didnt have particular access to her ability to manipulate it freely.
Fortunately, there were work arounds. He needed only her blood and enough blood of various origins and enrichments to submerge himself. This would fortify the borders of her soul and awaken it, allowing her to take over. When his own soul had rested a sufficient amount, he had prepared a reverse of the spell to allow him to take control when her own soul would begin to exhaust itself. In a bottle setting down on the table was a bottle of his very own ink, captured from his released state and contained within the wine bottle. She need only drink it and wait, allowing the souls to orbit each other into place not unlike a gyrocompass.
He'd slip from the remainder of his clothes and step into the warm soup of gore and blood, letting himself slowly sink within it. already he could feel it attack at his flesh, piercing and flowing within it. It was almost as if it were dissolving him. This wasn't the case. If anything his physical form was already changing. He'd lean back and rest his head against the end of the tub and allow his eyes to close, sinking deep into its warm embrace.
Oh how good it was to finally stretch her *physical* limbs. It had been too long. Being practically imprisoned in another body was excrutiating, for sure, but Seris had learned patience. The countles millinia she had endured this world and the many cycles similar to this she had went through tought her to bide her time. All things considered, this time wasn't that bad. Serraph kept himself busy constantly. Through his eyes she read so many books and scrolls. His ears were graced with so many types of music. Feeling the satisfaction of creating his dream warmed her heart. When he had doubts she'd reinforce his soul, give him a bit of her confidence. Compared to her, he was still a child and children needed to be nurtured.
Speaking of young, she couldn't help but admire her form in the mirror as she waited for one of Serraph's many servants to bring her the clothes they'd be preparing for her. Gaining Serraph's body must have meant his youth as well. This was a suprise to the old Queen, but a welcome one! Serraph didnt know what her dimensions would be, so they had to take measurments. Fortunately, Serraph had stolen a few good taylors to make her a new suit. She grinned and sipped upon a glass of blood-wine, her hands testing how smooth the flesh on her cheeks were. How good it was to not look like a hulking monstrocity. She did note that various characteristics changed between her and Serraph. Their hollow hole had moved to just below her bust and her fragment had changed to be a small fragmented portion of her old crown.
The servant knocked and returned, gaze averted from her exposed form as he set down the suit she desired on the table and left her. Seris grinned and slipped into the custom-fitted uniform, a white suit with a dark read undershirt and tie. Seris figured that if she were to run Serraph's library in his stead, she'd need to look the part. She'd finish it all off with her old spiky crown that Serraph had retrieved from her enclave and slotted it into her mask fragment, her head nudging to the side to see if it'd fall off. "Excellent!"
She decided to take a walk, explore Los Noches for herself. She saw much of the city through Serraph's eyes but there was something different about doing these things yourself. She quite enjoyed the sharp tapping of her shoes along the polished tilework. Torches lined the passageway, burning a dimlight that cast over her form. She'd sift her hands through her pale hair, flicking out specks of blood that remained. She attempted to shower her new form clean. After all, though she enjoyed the smell of freshly spilt blood, many others found it particularly gross and offputting. She couldn't afford to put off potential comrades here, for Serraph's sake.
She'd stop and grasp the cane that hung from her belt, her palm toying with this pronounced pommel. She felt a couple of signatures nearby and approach them. She had felt them recently through Serraph. The closer she'd get, the more she'd realize that they were the newer appointed Primera Espada. She'd grin curiously, her cane tapping along the smooth flooring as she approached, rounding a corner and standing before the pair. "I don't think we've been aquainted. I am the Sexta Espada, Seris, Lord Librarian of Los Noches.", she'd introduce herself politely, giving a respectful bow before rising and grasping her cane by the neck. "I hear you were victorious against the Left Hand, and withought releasing, no less. Word has travled quite quickly over Los Noches. I'd say you've made a good first impression of yourselves."
He'd gargle and for the first time since his conditioning panic and try to resist, but it was to late. the moment the bleeding servant moved his hand he'd hold it down with the heal of his shoe, letting the thick fluid to join the others. Like the others, the Sexta held down the man until he bled dry before kicking the body away. He could feel exhaustion began to kick in. His time was running out. If he didn't complete this, his body would be immobile for a time as his sleep will likely take him out of action for a good amount of time.
Serraph would take a page from his old Queen's book. Her powers utilized blood manipulation for combat and sustainment, but there was to be learned for how it worked. In his chest beat two hearts, his own and Seris, his old Master. Though only one heart beat at a time before he utilized his hollow powers, blood from both flowed through his veins. He'd slice his palm with the dagger and hold it out over the tub of scarlet glory, letting its reiatsu enrich and activate mess he made. Serraph had figured out how her powers worked, how she was able to live for so long despite being consumed by a Quincy infliction. She'd take over the bodies of those who would consume her using this very spell, albit a bit differently. He had to make do with the fact that he didnt have particular access to her ability to manipulate it freely.
Fortunately, there were work arounds. He needed only her blood and enough blood of various origins and enrichments to submerge himself. This would fortify the borders of her soul and awaken it, allowing her to take over. When his own soul had rested a sufficient amount, he had prepared a reverse of the spell to allow him to take control when her own soul would begin to exhaust itself. In a bottle setting down on the table was a bottle of his very own ink, captured from his released state and contained within the wine bottle. She need only drink it and wait, allowing the souls to orbit each other into place not unlike a gyrocompass.
He'd slip from the remainder of his clothes and step into the warm soup of gore and blood, letting himself slowly sink within it. already he could feel it attack at his flesh, piercing and flowing within it. It was almost as if it were dissolving him. This wasn't the case. If anything his physical form was already changing. He'd lean back and rest his head against the end of the tub and allow his eyes to close, sinking deep into its warm embrace.
Oh how good it was to finally stretch her *physical* limbs. It had been too long. Being practically imprisoned in another body was excrutiating, for sure, but Seris had learned patience. The countles millinia she had endured this world and the many cycles similar to this she had went through tought her to bide her time. All things considered, this time wasn't that bad. Serraph kept himself busy constantly. Through his eyes she read so many books and scrolls. His ears were graced with so many types of music. Feeling the satisfaction of creating his dream warmed her heart. When he had doubts she'd reinforce his soul, give him a bit of her confidence. Compared to her, he was still a child and children needed to be nurtured.
Speaking of young, she couldn't help but admire her form in the mirror as she waited for one of Serraph's many servants to bring her the clothes they'd be preparing for her. Gaining Serraph's body must have meant his youth as well. This was a suprise to the old Queen, but a welcome one! Serraph didnt know what her dimensions would be, so they had to take measurments. Fortunately, Serraph had stolen a few good taylors to make her a new suit. She grinned and sipped upon a glass of blood-wine, her hands testing how smooth the flesh on her cheeks were. How good it was to not look like a hulking monstrocity. She did note that various characteristics changed between her and Serraph. Their hollow hole had moved to just below her bust and her fragment had changed to be a small fragmented portion of her old crown.
The servant knocked and returned, gaze averted from her exposed form as he set down the suit she desired on the table and left her. Seris grinned and slipped into the custom-fitted uniform, a white suit with a dark read undershirt and tie. Seris figured that if she were to run Serraph's library in his stead, she'd need to look the part. She'd finish it all off with her old spiky crown that Serraph had retrieved from her enclave and slotted it into her mask fragment, her head nudging to the side to see if it'd fall off. "Excellent!"
She decided to take a walk, explore Los Noches for herself. She saw much of the city through Serraph's eyes but there was something different about doing these things yourself. She quite enjoyed the sharp tapping of her shoes along the polished tilework. Torches lined the passageway, burning a dimlight that cast over her form. She'd sift her hands through her pale hair, flicking out specks of blood that remained. She attempted to shower her new form clean. After all, though she enjoyed the smell of freshly spilt blood, many others found it particularly gross and offputting. She couldn't afford to put off potential comrades here, for Serraph's sake.
She'd stop and grasp the cane that hung from her belt, her palm toying with this pronounced pommel. She felt a couple of signatures nearby and approach them. She had felt them recently through Serraph. The closer she'd get, the more she'd realize that they were the newer appointed Primera Espada. She'd grin curiously, her cane tapping along the smooth flooring as she approached, rounding a corner and standing before the pair. "I don't think we've been aquainted. I am the Sexta Espada, Seris, Lord Librarian of Los Noches.", she'd introduce herself politely, giving a respectful bow before rising and grasping her cane by the neck. "I hear you were victorious against the Left Hand, and withought releasing, no less. Word has travled quite quickly over Los Noches. I'd say you've made a good first impression of yourselves."
___/___Reatsu
