Are we forsaken, Lord? [Semi-Social, Jyuria, Caesar, NDE]

[Caesar]

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Hours Earlier

"For an Angel to become a Monster is to see everything you stand for burn and crumble before you. For death in the Vandenreich the soul is to be taken to the promised land. To the place where our Lord Rests. And on the day foretold the gates of Heaven will open and the souls will return to begin anew. To bring forth the true paradise promised by Him. But if a soul becomes that of a monster. I ask again Lord. Are we forsaken?" Caesar stood among the desecreated and bloodied bodies of five privates. Their white uniforms soaked in blood. On the walls was Caesars name, both his sternritter name and the name that is shared amongs the higher levels of sternritters. This is not the first incident that something like this has occured, in fact it happened in different locations. Once in the middle of the forest in Japan, another by a temple in India. This incident was in a warehouse in Germany. Squads of Privates have been killed by the same hollow with each incident Caesars name was left behind in some way or form. This time it was in the form of blood on the wall. "Lord Caesar. There appears to be no hollows within several hundred miles." a Vandenreich Captain kneeled before Caesar. Her hair neatly tucked underneath her cap. Kneeling before her were three lieutenants and thirty Privates.

A portal to the homeworld opened up besides Caesar and he knelft before each body. Making making note of their faces and beckoned for 1o of the privates and one of the lieutenants to stand by Caesar. "Make sure these men are buried with the others. They have returned to the Promised Land and are with Him." "Yes my lord." with that the bodies were wrapped in a black cloth and all individually carried into the portal. When it closed Caesar turned and beckoned the Captain to rise and with her the remaining Vandenreich Quincies stood as well. "What is it, Lord?" "Child. Take your men and continue searching in places with heavy Hollow contact if there is an incident make sure you are quick to respond. Do I make myself clear." Caesars voice echoed into their ears, his tone calm and flat yet his word pierced. The fact that some hollow knew about his Sternritter name let alone his existance meant that there was something off or special about this one.

"And what do you plan to do Lord?" a lieutenant asked. Caesar would calmly walked to him and place his hand onto his shoulder. Staring unemotionally into his eyes. "Wissens. 1:8. 'His touch opened the eyes of mankind, and they too were given the power of light. These were the first of the Quincy, the True Man. The God, known as The Emperor or Der Kaiser and many other names, performed many miracles throughout all of his Eternal Service to the world. He helped the Blind to See as he did, he made the Lame to Walk, and he made the Weak to grow Strong.' I am his Messanger of Peace. His messanger of War. The bringer of death to those that defy our Lord. For the deaths of our own kind I will slaughter hundreds if not thousands of the filth."

Now: In an open field in Germany. 23:00.

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Caesar stood on a grand field. With green rolling for miles, he was surrounded in pitch darkness save for the moonlight. He did not need intense light to be able to fight well His cloak flowing with the wind as he gazed at the emptiness. The ground before him was soaked black with the blood of the hollows that he slaughtered. Hours earlier he crushed a handful of hollow bait and waited to weed out the hollow that have been killing some of the Vandenreich Privates. He stood there with his first level released as he tried to gauge if there were more to come. After a few hours of killing them the numbers began to dwindle down. Soon the desperate and the stupid will show up and he will make sure they wil be slaughtered all the same.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

The power of the man did not fall on deaf ears. Were she..... younger in her evolution... she may very well have simply thrown herself into the jaws of the waiting monster. But was that what she was going to do? No.... No it wasn't. Even with the almost inescapable smell of a meal on the wind, she did not simply go to him. She waited... and she searched. Until those hungry eyes spotted something worth more... attention. She saw a small group of Privates. She watched as a little trio of them watched their esteemed Supervisor taking down hollows. Showing the true might of the Vandereich.

But Jyuria... she could only feel the dead emptiness inside of her... and the slow, sickening twist that was the sensation of.... guilt. She had heard about the....interesting little hollow that had been killing quincy. He had been a little stronger than she had figured. She had found him not far from there, eyeing Caeser with this strange, twisted little smile. Caeser and these privates. Of course.... when she had arrived, there had been four of them. One of them had wandered off, seeking to survey the area, in hopes of killing the hollow that Caeser was seeking. A lovely feather in his cap if he did say so himself. But... the cadet, for all his bravery, did not stand up to the twisted hollow.

The hollow had been hiding. It had reached out, claws outstretched before it had simply ripped through the poor lad's body. He was dying. Before he had a chance to summon his bow. And the hollow simply laughed. That veil slowly evaporating around it. Little did it know that Jyuria had been taking the time to observe. Taking the time to watch over the quincy that she had hunted for a while now. That now... she didn't even know if she wanted to kill. It felt... so...meaningless. But this... this did not. With a sudden crackle Jyuria had closed in on the target.

The hollow had only barely managed to turn around when those bandages sped forward and suddenly slammed him into the ground. Knocked out of his stealth, his spiritual pressure could suddenly be felt for miles as those bandages sank into flesh, wrapping around parts of the beast's body as it howled out loudly. In the distance the other Privates heard the noise, and were cowed, unsure if they should go toward it. But Jyuria wasn't. Those calm eyes simply stared down as she lightly clicked her teeth. Her real teeth. "You've made a poor choice in cuisine my friend." She whispered softly, shifting her head to dodge as the hollow suddenly slashed, a little surprised when he sliced through her bandages, forcing her to leap back.

"AS IF! I know why you're here, come to sTEAL MY MEAL?! I won't have ANY OF IT!" He roared out, mouth opening as suddenly the roaring energy of a cero built up in his mouth, his eyes so very wide. "I will kill you, and then Caesar... AND THEN! EVERYONE OF THEM!" He hissed. Only he had shredded the bandages. But only the ones connecting the two of them. The ones Jyuria had legt on his body were still alive. And suddenly those hundreds of tiny mouths opened up, and suddenly bit down. The hollow screamed once and Jyuria was suddenly behind him, using her bandages, and the little runes that they placed on skin, to move rapidly as those massive wings of hers shifted, and sliced downward, those wings that she used, the ones made of bandages, cut cleanly down the hollow's spine, drawing blood as it twisted about.

There was a brief moment where that cero trembled, just as it was about to fire, ready to burn through Jyuria's arm. Before her own clawed hand reached in and slammed into the underside of the hollow's chin, closing it's mouth and causing the energy to simply dissapate. With a firm, WRENCHING twist she simply dug her claws in, latching onto the hollow's lower jaw before she suddenly ripped it's lower jaw off, a loud crackling wrench sounding before she knocked the hollow to the ground and sank her bandages through it's skull, ending the beast-like thing even as a few little burns and breaks in her own flehs began to bleed a little. The dissapated cero having still done some damage as it's energ was expended outward. Those bandages began sinking into it's body, slowly eating it from the inside out as Jyuia turned... and her eyes fell on the recruit, watching her with wide eyes.

Her gaze softened... and she calmly stepped just a bit closer, kneeling down and staring the recruit in the eyes. Watching as they slowly began to lose a bit of focus. The Private's eyes were fixated on her wings, a soft little chuckle escaping from him as he shook his head. "W-well.....look at that.... an angel come.....t-to drag me to paradise." He chuckled, slowly shaking his head as he lifted his hand, summoning his bow, ready to defend himself, even in his dying throes. But in the next instant, Jyuria's hand shattered the reishi that comprised the bow.

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"You no longer have to face the evil in the dark."

Those eyes blinked. Confusion on the young man's face, along with fear and lack of understanding, as the hand holding his own was not crushing down, but simply....gripping firmly. He suddenly felt a lot more afraid. This was different. What was happening? "Get....get away.... get AWAY FROM ME!" He rasped out, coughing up blood as he struggled against the urge to try and run away. He was far too proud in the vandereich to run though. And that.... that Jyuria could tell...

"Do you remember? .... How... how did it go..." Her eyes closed, slowly turning to the side as a smile finally found it's way behind that mask. "And Our God Said 'To Those who have seen the true Light of my Words shall they be welcomed into the Fold as Children under me. To those who accept my Truth. Let them be a part of Our Holy Army. And we shall make the world right underneath a unified and perfect man.'" She recited, and then noticed that the man's eyes no longer feared. They were nothing but confused. She couldn't help but hold his hand a little tighter. Even though her belly ached for sustainance... she didn't simply want to erase them.... but she knew a way around both of those problems...

"You are on your way to death... young bow... but you are not ready for the promised land... are you? I cannot let the darkness take you... I cannot trust... that without His Majesty... you will find paradise.. I just don't know if those.... fill-ins... will suffice... And until I am certain...." She slowly let her bandages slither in, slowly wrapping around the man's body, wrapping him up, keeping him together. "We lack our unified and perfect man. Until we find one... I will safeguard your soul. In the absence of the emperor... let me be your Empress..." She murmured. And despite all of his fear, the man simply nodded.

In those very next moments, her bandages painlessly snapped his neck. And dug in. But she was not consuming him. Not entirely. Those bandages dug in, sinking into soft flesh, twisting in and out of his body. And for just a moment, there was the light of his essence. The core of the man's soul. A light which she cradled in her hand, and pulled into her mouth, and swallowed hole. And, for only a moment she paused, before that light was regurgitated with a mix of her own. And once that little sphere sank back into the quincy's body, it was done. A massive hole gaped into his chest, and that slime gushed from his nose and nostrils. A pure white slime, that soon formed into a mask. A mask that twisted and shaped into his new visage. And with those bandages sinking, melting into his flesh, he quincy was remade. This quincy... became a hollow.

"Stand..." She commanded. And the Private stood. At attention. He had no choice. By the will of his Empress, aka Jyuria. He had no choice. It didn't matter that Caeser had released the hollow bait. Nothing was greater than His Majesty's cause. He saluted, firmly clasping his claws over his heart. All the while, Jyuria gingerly lifted the shredded cloak that had fell from the hollow's body. Having grown so rapidly, most of it was destroyed. All except the cloak. Which she fastened around the hollow's shoulders, making sure that the Vandereich symbol still shone. "For his Majesty..." She stated calmly, and the newborn hollow firmly saluted once more, standing at attention and echoing.
"For his Majesty! ....thank you..." The hollwo rasped, as... sowly.. he began regaining some awareness of what he now was.

Jyuria simply stared... watching the man who had been dying just moments before. And slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder. There was no way that at this distance.... with the spiritual pressure that had been thrown around, that Caeser WOULDNT know what had happened, and come to investigate. And by all likeliness, was probably right there, watching them. He would see the angel of an adjuchas. And he might recognize that flowing green hair. That peculiar hairstyle. And of course... just barely, he would probably notice an object. At one time it was probably useful. But she had no ability to use it now. All she could do was carry it. The cross of "Tveda" the Transcriptor. Standing over the body of the hollow that had been killing so many privates. And with the 'Saved' Private at attention beside her, wearing the rags that had once been his uniform. In Jyuria's attempt to keep him from damnation. Without his Majesty there was no promise of paradise. That promise was gone. The sun of the Vanderiech was gone. So she had made sure... she had taken it into her OWN hands... to safeguard as many of the vandereich as she could. Lest their souls be lost under the false replacements.

"I'm sorry... that you have to see me like this......sir."

1 Class 3 Hollow Eaten