Thats no Hollow... [Albin, PVP, DP]

[Astaroth]

Going for CTP

Astaroth Roared as he Clawed his way out of the ground around the Abandoned Warehouse.. The Akki he had always gotten to break him out was Heshabani. Always Heshabani.. Her Bile able to weaken the barrier between Hell and the land of the living.. However she was not always kind in the place that she decided to send him.. In fact often choosing places that would take his days or weeks to crawl out of.. This time it had only taken him the course of three days to dig a hole large enough for him to crawl out of the Cold earth, which he had to crawl through several meters of before he was at the surface.

The Words that Echoed through his being as he clawed his way through the soft earth were simply I... Am.. Astaroth.. I am UNENDING! Once he was on the surface of the earth in the human world he took a look around at the abandoned warehouse and and the area around himself before laughing softly and putting his hand through a nearby wall, the motion was not fast by any means but the moment his fist his the wall a hole appeared in it that was rather sizeable. The noise attracted a nearby Hollow who could feel the spiritual energy from his body, as low as it was it was still enough to warrant the creatures attention.

When it lept Astaroth moved his hand out and grabbed the creature by the mask before it could latch its jaws on his body. He dragged the Writhing creature closer so that Astaroth could speak softly into its face from behind his own horrifying mask "Pitiful little creature.. Should have thought before you lept.. What you thought to be a meal is instead your death.." Astaroth chuckled deeply and sadistically as he exerted pressure from his hand slowly increasing it as the Hollow began to panic in his grasp. Astaroths grip began to slowly form cracks in the surface of the mask as Astaroth was now using half of his immense strength to crush the life out of this Pitiful creature with a sick semblance of what could only be called Glee.

The Cracking could be heard for a wide area now as Astaroth was putting more and more force behind it. The Hollow was soon lifeless in Astaroths hand and before he broke the mask completely Astaroth pulled back his own mask and opened up his Skull like Face and mouth and Took a whole bite out of the hollows mask, Discarding it as it was dissolving into pure energy as Astaroth roared out incoherently a few smaller hollows fled into the night away from his immense bulk and show of raw power. He moved slowly, A determined walk towards the rest of civilization.. Towards the direction the smaller hollows were now running in search of easier prey to feast upon, and astaroth was going to be Joining them in this feast.

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Astaroths motions were slow and Bulky, one could only equate his massive form and the Stony texture and appearance of his body to a statue come to life, as he walked the weight of his body being well over 1 tonne at Two thousand eight hundred twelve pounds when his foot finally fell to the ground it made a resounding boom that shook out for a good distance and made wildlife flee from anywhere nearby him. Astaroth created an area of at least a few hundred feet around him where both hollows and animals fled while he was walking towards Karakura town. However this also meant that he was causing quite the spiritual stir, and Astaroth was slow as a statue come to life as well as looking like one.

Astaroth was not going to make it to Karakura town proper before the sun had risen that much would be sure, but that didnt seem to faze the Hason in the slightest. His movements were Determined and whenever something was in his way, like an older parked car forgotten about or abandoned he did not move around it, he grabbed the vehicle and threw it aside like someone might shift a chair in their way. He was Strength incarnate and he was on his way to devour humans, hollows and any spirits that dared fall into his grasp. The Feeling of Death in his path was almost palpable as the Demon grin on his mask just made the overwhelming presence of sadistic evil even more palpable.

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{Music!}

With a soft sigh, Albin looked down toward his Soul Pager. Little blips that existed as hollows, humans, and pluses alike were either fleeing or just outright disappearing from the map. Just what the hell was causing something like this? Wishing that the stock-standard Soul Pagers gave a bit of a better indication of just what things were, Albin knew that it was going to be his job to investigate. It was his turn on area clearing within Squad 13, so he was out in Karakura making sure that the general vicinity of the town was safe for arrival. Naturally, though, it seemed that someone else had something else in mind for how Karakura should look.

Slowly making his way over to the scene, Albin began to follow the moving dot with keen precision. It wasn't anything all that fast - a little slower than he himself seemed to be - but it simply kept marching on in a straight line; something very, very odd given the densely populated area that Karakura was. Did that mean that it was simply slamming through everything in its path? No, that couldn't've been right. The raw force needed to be able to do something like that had to have been astronomical; could something that a Captain wasn't sent to deal with be capable of such feats?

Eventually making his way upon the scene, Albin took a good look at what exactly he'd been sent to deal with, instilling an almost primal fear into the man. At a glance, he knew immediately that this was no hollow. That much was certain; hollow didn't look like... like that. Even lesser hollows weren't nearly that humanoid. Tall, maybe, but not that close to a person. He knew first-hand that he was going to need to be careful around someone like that, standing easily double Albin's own height. The Shinigami couldn't help but shudder as he did what he could to figure out just how he was going to deal with this thing.

"Hey!" he shouted, likely against his better judgement, "hellion! I know as well as you do that your being here isn't sanctioned by anyone other than yourself! On behalf of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, I'm here to send you back to hell!" Drawing one of his blades, Albin assumed a fighting stance, gripping the sword with both hands and peering down on the Hason on the ground before him. From his perch atop a convenience store, Albin did what he could to carefully analyze his movements to the best of his ability. Getting caught off guard by something like that wasn't going to be very pleasant.

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{Albin's Stats & Skills}
Type:Fighter, Version 2

Strength: 220 [297]
Speed: 150 [112]
Spiritual Pressure: 220 [297] -> 111 [150]
Reiatsu Strength: 50 [37] -> 159 [119]
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

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Weapons - Hardlight Weapons: 1
Strength of Will: 1
Damage Recovery: 1
Pain Tolerance:1
Hakuda: 1
Weapons - Katanas: 1

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{Reiatsu Costs}
Reiatsu Pool: 1,500/1,500
-300+ for transferring points from SpPr to RS.

[Astaroth]

Astaroth Looked directly at the Shinigami who had their sword drawn.. Their voice was a garbled mess behind the Crunch of metal that was the SUV that he was currently tearing in half because it was in his way. Astaroth just let out a soft smirk and took half of the SUV and The Stony arm 'flexed' as Astaroth Chucked that half of the Vehicle into the air and sent it hurtling towards the Shinigami as he Let out a Dark and malicious Laugh. "I am Astaroth! Death of all Ambition! I Go where I wish when I wish little shinigami!" He stepped through the space he had created with the throwing of the SUV and clapped his hands with a powerful Thudding sound of Stone crashing into stone.

"I am Mors dura, The Hard death.. Come and Try what you will Shinigami.. You will find that killing me.. Is not so easily done! Come and hit me! Strike me down if you can!" Astaroths arms were open wide now, inviting Albin to come and do whatever he would with his body, if he was even capable of dodging the shredded bits of vehicle that were thrown his way, which wouldn't be too difficult but would still be frightening. Astaroth was IMPOSING at 12 feet in height and There was no flesh it was all Stone? No.. As he moved it was easily seen that each.. grain moved and shifted around as he moved.. grinding against itself and creating this horrible scratching and grinding that must be maddening to listen to coming from your own body.

The next thing that was evident would be the Footprints that led up to where Astaroth now stood.. There were Footprints in the concrete behind him.. Divots in the road shaped like bare feet to where he now stood and if looking at where he now stood.. His feet were sunk into the asphalt of the road now. At least an inch or so of his feet were buried in the asphalt. He Looked straight at the shinigami and the mask on his face already had a rictus grin across it but there was this sense of an even more malicious and greedy grin behind it that spoke of the vile intention held within this beings body.

There was a Radiating Aura off this Creature that was like smoke and ash in clouds that seemed to billow up from his footsteps even that filled the air with the smell of a Smoldering campfire, it paired the soul and seemed to instill a foreboding presence of impending death in this creatures wake. He was so still now that he had become a statue of death and despair, like a pyroclastic horror made flesh. He was standing now with his arms outstretched his fists closed as if he was holding onto the very air and was about to Rip the very sky down atop the Shinigami if he even dared rush towards him.

Stats
Strength - (50) Points - 175
Speed - (50) Points - 25
Spiritual Pressure - (50) Points - 25
Reiatsu Strength - (50) Points - 25
Dark Aura - (100) Points
Light Aura - (0) Points
Instinct - (50) Points - 50
Senses - (100) Points - 50
Energy sensory - (0) Points
Healing Expertise - (0) Points

Skills (10/16 SKP)
[Pain Tolerance] {1} - Free
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Cold Tolerance] {2}
[Lack of Fear] {2}
[Poison Resist] {2}
[Martial Arts (Grappling)] {2}

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Watching the hellion tear deep into a vehicle with his bare hands, Albin immediately steeled himself. Gripping his blade ever tighter, and preparing himself to strike back at the damned Hason, Albin watched as the being of pure malice began to launch the car in his direction. Thankfully it was only half of the vehicle, and with nobody actually inside, so the Shinigami didn't exactly feel bad for the maneuver about to make itself present. With the turning of his wrists, allowing his weapon to point directly upwards, Albin slashed his blade vertically, looking to cleave straight through the car. Assuming the Hason was able to lift the vehicle through his own feats of strength, Albin should've been able to accomplish this maneuver with relative ease through the assistance of a sword.

As both halves of the SUV found themselves flying beyond the Shinigami and back onto the pavement behind him, he refocused his attention on Astaroth as he heard him speak. "I am Astaroth! Death of all Ambition! I Go where I wish when I wish little Shinigami! I am Mors dura, The Hard death.. Come and Try what you will Shinigami.. You will find that killing me.. Is not so easily done! Come and hit me! Strike me down if you can!" With a soft sigh, Albin nodded. "Fair enough, can't say I'm going to have to disagree with your wishes, there... Astaroth was it? Regardless, I'm still going to have to cut you down where you stand."

Bolting from their perch atop the convenience store, Albin immediately found himself in Astaroth's personal space through the use of Shunpo, in a crouched position directly in front of the Hason. Gripping his blade tightly, the Shinigami used their weapon to cleave through Astaroth's knees with a horizontal strike this time around. As he made, and subsequently finished off the first strike, Albin decided to speak up, nothing but venom in his words. "Say 'Hi' to Brutus for me, asshole!" Albin from there went to a standing position, reversing his grip on his weapon and looked to cleave from their current position into the Hason's chest, striking diagonally upward through the same fluid motion right after the initial strike.

Assuming nothing found itself out of the ordinary, Albin took a step back in order to quickly catch his breath. Fighting at his top speed grew ever exhausting, especially considering his less-than-human-average movement speed. He'd need to work on that at some point; tiring as quickly as he found himself doing on numerous circumstances simply wasn't acceptable for a Shinigami that couldn't reasonably back that power up. If this fight didn't go well, he was going to need to dedicate quite a bit of time to his training when he got back home from Soul Society.

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{Reiatsu Costs}
Reiatsu Pool: 1,450/1,500
-50 for Shunpo

[Astaroth]

The Slice through the Car did not shock Astaroth is the slightest.. More so it made him Roar with a Sadistic and hellishly masochistic glee. He urged Albin forward silently as the car was being sliced open Astaroths hands opened and when the shinigami had Disappeared from sight using flash step Astaroths hands were already coming down in a weighty clapping motion. The Movement was slow but Albin when not using that horrid flash step was just about as slow as himself. The crushing hands did not stop when he felt the Sharp blade slice through his knees.. Which did not buckle, but did not seem to remain attached.

He Let out this sneering snarl of glee as Albins blade came up through his chest and simply laughed as his hands came to clasp around Albins head, lifting the boy up and grinning wildly under his mask as he tossed the boy into the air a few feet and went to Grab Albin by the ankle before swinging him around like a rag doll, Slamming his body into the Asphalt Several times.. However, even though it hurt and would be horrifyingly painful there was something that felt soft about it, if you could call it that. as if the creature had lost something in the moments between the car tearing and now.

Astaroths body had shrunk not in height but there was a sizeable pile of ash and bone dust surrounding him now even as he pounded Albin into the ground horribly. He discarded the boy by throwing him a few feet off almost back to the spot where he had drawn his sword originally as Astaroth brushed some more Ash and bone dust off of his body. "I'm built differently Boy.. I have no heart, No vital spot for which to aim.. I can only be killed by Relentless assault! Now come and give it to me! Your sword cuts deep..But I wonder if it cuts deep to becuase you are strong.. or becuase your hate burns its edge into the world?"

"Is that it boy? Do you fuel your life with hate like me?! DO IT BOY! KILL ME AND PROVE IT TO YOURSELF! You dont want to feel righteous by killing me.. you want to feel your blade take a life so you can feel strong! Strong enough to save the people you failed before?" Astaroth laughs even as when he takes a step forward the legs under the knee dont come with him which cuts his height by at least a whole Three feet. He laughs sadistically at Albin as he taps the spot he had just been stabbed through.. there is no wound there. "You shinigami are no better than we Hason. You just have excuses. we Hason embrace our hate and malice! Do it boy and kill me! Let your hate rule you.. Stop being useless and Do something that will impress people!"

Astaroth grabs onto the nearby street light post and hurls himself forwards Towards Albin, it is a slow throw but the imagery would be like a stone gorrila just launched itself at you from a street light and was ready to rip your arms off and beat you to death with them. Astaroth was obviously not what he claimed, except for being hard to kill. He has missing legs and had supposedly been stabbed through where his heart should have been.. And he was stilling coming for albin like none of that mattered.. He was clearly suicidal but that meant almost nothing to a hellion who would just arrive back in hell with no lasting or lingering injuries.. But anything that happened to Albin today would linger.. And that made Astaroths soul burn with white hot pleasure.

If Albin stayed still which was unlikely, he would find Astaroths twin stony fists coming to crash into either side of the poor boys skull seeking to pop it like a grape, even at his reduced strength while the head wouldn't be destroyed the impact of those fists coming together like that would knock him for a significant loop. If that attack was successful he would grab Albin by the shoulders and drag the poor soul into a series of repeated and violent headbuts.. the only one who could ever win in a headbutt contest would of course be the guy made of essentially stone..

New Strength after Applied Damage
175-58 = 117

Kill box Threshold 43

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As he charged the demon before him, Albin had made a quick note of the fact that Astaroth wasn't doing much during his time of attack. Upon further inspection of his first strike, and making quick note of it from the second, Albin had seen that his attacks did... almost nothing to the man. As though his sword seemed to pass directly through his chest. With a look of abject horror across his entire face, Albin did what he could to keep his composure from the fact that literally nothing seemed like it was going to work against whatever the hell that this demon seemed to be.

Realizing quite quickly that the Hason was gripping onto his head, Albin would've normally reacted. but given the situation not seconds before and the fact that Astaroth was already taking action against him, there was very little the boy had time to actually do, all things considered. Before they had even a second to react, he was hoisted up into the air, and felt his leg gripped shortly thereafter. From there he was hammered into the ground once, twice, three times... by the time he was finished being smashed into the pavement, Albin had lost count, and felt himself thoroughly concussed, despite retaining relatively normal amounts of injuries. Nothing was broken, thankfully, but he was still hurting.

After having been tossed feet away, Albin slammed his Zanpakuto into the dirt, allowing his weapon to help break his momentum. Looking back up at Astaroth as he recentered himself, Albin listened to him speak. "Your sword cuts deep... But I wonder if it cuts deep to because you are strong... or because your hate burns its edge into the world?" Albin felt himself stop for a moment. Gripping his sword ever tighter, he shouted back to Astaroth. "You think you know anything about me? I doubt you have any clue who I am! don't be spouting useless shit like that!"

"Is that it boy? Do you fuel your life with hate like me?! DO IT BOY! KILL ME AND PROVE IT TO YOURSELF! You don't want to feel righteous by killing me.. you want to feel your blade take a life so you can feel strong! Strong enough to save the people you failed before?" Albin simply stood, hearing Astaroth's words fall on his ears. He words seemed to dig up past memories; memories of Camila. His inability to do anything about that situation, and the price he'd begun to pay over that whole situation. "SHUT UP!" He shouted, breaking into a mad dash toward the Hason, "DON'T YOU DARE START PREACHING TO ME ABOUT MY OWN LIFE!"

As he continued running, and tears began to streak down his cheeks, Albin steeled himself through Astaroth's remaining words, drowning out everything he could with his own pained shouting. He wasn't going to let someone else - a Hellion, nonetheless - dictate how his live was going or the decisions he'd made thus far. He'd known he made mistakes in the past, and that there was no correcting those now. He'd known that deeply, and just the thought of those mistakes continued to haunt him. Sure, he was letting his anger get the best of him, but he wasn't going to let this Hason one-up him.

As he neared the Hason's location, Albin made use of a sort of surprise maneuver; instead of going in for an attack directly, he pulled both hands down by his hips, first. Grabbing tightly with his right hand, the Shinigami drew his second, sheathed blade, and went for a crossing pattern directly across the Hason's chest with both swords, making note of a distinct "X" pattern that he'd created from his twin slashes. "I'LL TEAR YOU TO FUCKING PIECES!" He shouted through grit teeth, fighting back a stream of tears.

[Astaroth]

Astaroth was struck across the chest as Albin cut him deep with the cross slash of his twin blades and yet STILL the hulking monstrosity was seemingly unphased.. The Huge beast careening through the air to land on Albin, His still nearly two thousand pound bulk crashing into Albins body heavily before Astaroth grabbed onto Albins head and began to squeeze his skull between his hands Violently but the strength required to pop his head like a grape was no longer there, but it did not mean that this was not going to provide Albin with a mind splitting headache for weeks.

As he was crushing the shinigami's head with his hands he lacked the legs required to actually pin his arms to his side so he was leaving himself wide open to assault from any side that albin was going to wish to throw an attack from. This was what Astaroth wanted however he was not going to win this fight.. He didnt WANT to win this fight. All he wanted now was to break this shinigamis will, his ambition was what Astaroth was targetting not his life. "Listen to this.. And listen good.. When you are in the hospital recovering form this and stuffing your face full of the worst foods you can find just to drown out the sour taste of my ash in your mouth..

I want you to remember, that When you send me Back to Hell. Im going to go find out whoever this.. Camilla is that holds a place in your heart.. a place filled with rage and hatred.. and im going to show her what you cant give her anymore.. " The Hason moved his hips suggestively while atop Albin which only proceeded to grind the shinigami DEEPER into the pavement below him. Astaroth threw his head back and began to laugh as he also began to throw Albins head back harshly into the pavement below himself over and over again as Astaroth howled and cackled like a man insane.

"I'm going to find her and make sure she never leaves Hell again! My personal toy to do with as I please.. all becuase you cant keep your dirty emotions in check while fighting! I can see your darkest spaces Shinigami.. I see how much hate you hold around that name.. And one called Wycliff.. Maybe ill make her call me that while I beat her down after you send me back to hell.. Becuase you cant keep your own impulses in check!" He stops Slamming Albins head back into the ground and holds his arms up and outstretched now.. Inviting Albins next strike to him.

New Strength after Applied Damage
117-29 = 88

Kill box Threshold 43

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As the Shinigami found his skull being gripped exceedingly tightly, Albin quickly began to flail about in a mad panic. He couldn't say that he'd ever been in a situation like this before; even Camila hadn't from the time that he'd spent with her. It seemed that this Hason had a rather... unorthodox way of fighting. Something that Albin would grow to respect in time, but not something that he could bring himself to want to tolerate at the current moment. This... thing, was growing to be a bit of a pain in the ass. Well. A bit was an understatement.

"Listen to this.. And listen good.. When you are in the hospital recovering form this and stuffing your face full of the worst foods you can find just to drown out the sour taste of my ash in your mouth.." Just this man's words alone shook up Albin as he continued to speak. It wasn't even specifically the words that he'd been saying (though, they did go on to paint a mental image that thoroughly disgusted the young Shinigami), it was just the cocky attitude that he seemed to give off. One that seemed to show that he was somehow "high and mighty" over Albin.

That was what slowly drove the Shinigami to relative insanity. It was the same attitude that Camila had grown into in time. One that screamed "you're not even worth the dirt beneath my feet". An attitude that Albin felt almost scarred by from his time with the girl. Sure, he'd considered her to be almost family; like that of a sister, but that didn't mean shit when push came to shove, and her attitude was brought into question. That had to have been the single most frustrating, most utterly agitating thing about the girl. She didn't know when to stop talking down to others, despite disliking it so much.

It seemed that, in that vein, Astaroth somehow picked up on the girl's existence. Albin didn't know how; perhaps he was able to read minds? Or perhaps it was even something simpler, like a sixth sense of sorts. He didn't care how, though; he simply stood (well, more was held in place) and listened as Astaroth went on to speak his words about the girl. "I want you to remember, that When you send me Back to Hell. I'm going to go find out whoever this.. Camilla is that holds a place in your heart.. a place filled with rage and hatred.. and I'm going to show her what you cant give her anymore.. "

He couldn't quite put a finger as to why, but his words, coupled with the actions that Astaroth followed up with deeply infuriated Albin. He felt as though blood vessels in his head were beginning to rupture; like he was being pushed over the edge. He was doing everything he could to hold himself back, but it didn't seem like it was going to be enough. As his head was ground into the concrete, Albin grit his teeth, and let out a hoarse shout. Likely not enough to stop Astaroth from changing his course of actions, granted who he was, but enough to leave a noteworthy impression on the man's ears.

"I'm going to find her and make sure she never leaves Hell again! My personal toy to do with as I please.. all because you cant keep your dirty emotions in check while fighting! I can see your darkest spaces Shinigami.. I see how much hate you hold around that name.. And one called Wycliff.. Maybe ill make her call me that while I beat her down after you send me back to hell.. Because you cant keep your own impulses in check!" As Astaroth let go of him, Albin took a few deep breaths, while holding on tightly to his blades with as much force as he could possibly muster. He'd truthfully never found himself in an angrier position in his life.

Press onward; keep fighting, lest you seek to fall here.

That same, soft voice echoed through his mind, like it had when last he'd been backed into a corner. He couldn't quite explain why; he had no idea what this voice even was. That said, it seemed to be persistent in its appearances. She'd last spoken right before his defeat at the hands of that damned Quincy. She'd been the voice that continued to cheer him on, and keep pressing forward. Though, the mystery of the fact still remained; who was she, and was she alone this time? Albin remembered that there was a second-

You're angry, yeah? Then take that anger and KEEP FUCKING FIGHTING!

There she was. That second voice appeared as well, still just as aggressive as he remembered. If these two were voices in his head that were going to keep making an appearance, he was at the very least glad to hear that one of them reminded him of Camila, with how aggressive she was. A small smirk rose to Albin's face as he forced himself to lean upward, looking at Astaroth. Spitting out a small bit of blood, taking note of the fact that his jaw was pretty busted at this point, Albin decided to speak to the Hason, that seemed to be inviting conflict.

"Let's get a few things clear," he said, staring deep into the Hason's eyes with pure hatred, "Camila? She's not a lover; More so a sister to me. And, for that matter, not someone you're ever going to get to see!" With a shout behind his last few words, Albin took one of his blades, and raked it through Astaroth's chest with as much force as he could muster. Quickly thereafter, he went for another strike with the second blade, while speaking up again.

"WHEN NEXT YOU LEAVE HELL, JACKASS, I'LL BE THERE TO SEND YOU RIGHT FUCKING BACK!" As he continued to shout once more, Albin went absolutely wild. Now that the novelty of the fact that his attacks were going to continue to hammer through the Hason wore off, nothing stopped the Shinigami from swinging as often, and as hard as he possibly could against the man. He seemed to be inviting him to do so, so Albin was going to hold no reservations about his strikes.

By the time he'd finish his assault, he'd lost count of how many times he looked to strike. Hell, it didn't even matter if his strikes did much of anything; from what he'd seem before, they weren't going to, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try regardless. Especially given the fact that he'd been pushed to the brink of what he felt that he could handle emotionally. Should he take the time to look back on this situation, Albin knew for a fact that this encounter with Astaroth was going to leave a lasting, scarring impression on his psyche.

[Astaroth]

Astaroth was struck Over and over again, deeper and deeper The blades of the shinigami tore through his body and were wrenching his soul out of the Ash prison and to the surface as Astaroth just stood there, arms outstretched and open wide as he relished the pain that was coming through the strikes deeper and deeper. He Roared out his pleasured delight as the Ash prison finally let itself free and fell to the floor at Albins feet and the Spectral form of Astraoth vapored up from it. The spectral form of Astaroth grabbed hold of one of Albins blades and the Visage grinned to him.

"Give it to me then.. the sensation of death.. The thing I desperately crave.." The sound of those words were damning. The fact that Albin was not only giving in to his own hate was not yet enough of a victory for Astaroth, no this victory would be stolen from Albins hands yet again in the Fact that this outcome was what Astaroth desired.. He wanted to be slain, again and again.. Endlessly until he found the thing that could kill him finally, utterly and completely. He dragged himself forward onto the blade and let out a soft, satisfied sigh as the blade began to pierce his nearly translucent form.

The Blade was visible even as it pierced through the milky form of the Spectral body of Astaroth. He grabbed the blade with his other hand and pulled harder as he moaned a pained but pleasured sound as he sunk the blade even further into his form. He Smirked, which turned into a grin which turned into a howling cackle as his body began to dissolve "Please do see me once I come back out of hell again little shinigami.. I'll bring you one of your precious sisters fingers.. Maybe a tooth.. or maybe her still living head!" He laughed madly more and more.

His body dissolved for a few long moments before the ash began to bubble and boil before the ground opened up and swallowed the ash pulling it down deeper into the earth than could be seen or felt by any creature. The dissolved Spectral form was also soon Dragged down by spectral chains that tied it to the ash below as Astaroths laughs turned into panicked screams and howls of pain begging to be released and set free.. Before the world closed up and the hell creature was erased from this plane.

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Firing attack after attack, blow after blow against this seemingly undying monster of ash, Albin found himself dragged from his own rage-fueled stupor as it seemed that Astaroth had something else he was looking to say from the attacks that had come; "Give it to me then.. the sensation of death.. The thing I desperately crave.." Slowing down his attacks as he quickly took note of the Hason's actions; it seemed that Astaroth was doing something he... didn't exactly expect. As his attacks started to slow, exhaustion from his little maneuver quickly taking hold over his body, Astaroth seemed to force Albin's blade through him.

Watching in horror as the Hason ran himself through, Albin couldn't quite process what had just happened. It seemed that... he was trying to send himself back into hell. But, why? Was this some sort of final display of superiority over the Shinigami? He couldn't quite tell, but something didn't sit right with him over this whole thing. Was he really just after another death, like he'd said? Or was there some kind of other meaning that he wasn't exactly able to pick up on? He couldn't quite tell, and that thought utterly horrified him.

"Please do see me once I come back out of hell again little shinigami.. I'll bring you one of your precious sisters fingers.. Maybe a tooth.. or maybe her still living head!" Hearing those words as Astaroth's body found itself dissolving, Albin couldn't hold back the tears that seemed to follow; he was back to shouting. "Leave her out of this!" He bellowed, "she's got absolutely nothing to do with this! I swear to god, if you do anything to harm her I'll kill you as many times as I need to in order to wipe you from this world permanently!"

Slashing through the ashen monster's form once more with his other blade, Albin threw his arm further along with the motion of the attack and found himself falling to the ground, unable to control his momentum. Dropping his blades to his sides as Astaroth started to find himself dragged back down into the underworld, Albin took quick, sharp breaths; seemed it was all he was capable of doing for the time being. Lord only knew the hell he was going to have to face once he made his way back into Seireitei; Ludwig wasn't going to be happy about any of the destruction that found itself present. He'd have to get there when that came up, though; for now, Albin found himself slipping in and out of consciousness from the sheer exhaustion of this fight alone, a soft but pained smile finding itself present across his face. Hopefully when he woke he'd be able to figure out just what those voices were.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Astaroth: 24 paragraphs = 240 TP

Albin: 29 paragraphs + Victory = 390 TP