Getting Filled [JT]

[Holika]

As Holika arrived in the sands of Hueco Mundo, she fell to her knees momentarily. She was still trying to get used to the fact that her eyesight was permanently gone, even inside of her Kitai Gigai. Her hands plummeted against the sand and she felt around a bit aimlessly as she struggled to understand her surroundings. On the orders of her Lord, she emerged to this realm in search of possibly regaining her power. She thought to herself, 'Perhaps he will grant my sight to return.' Her fingers slid through the particles of sand, washing them over with the arid feeling only the desert could bring while slowly trying to regain composure. She was sitting on her knees in it, clad in a black dress and looking like a human with long red, flowing hair and accessorized with a wide brim black sunhat.

When Holika rose to her feet she slowly began extending out to the surrounding area with her mind, trying to get a general shape of the area from the feel of the spiritual energies that surrounded her. It was an honestly desolate image that she had conjured, the sand being a blank void of small diminished particles but she could feel the multitude of creatures beneath her feet and around her. Some swam through the sand like worms or snakes burrowing. Others were even deeper, down in a forest like structure and towered over even more that were smaller yet more powerful. It truly astounded Holika just how many of these hollows were just writhing around inside of the desert. Holika's head kept twisting and turning about, her hips turning with her as she did. She couldn't help but continue to try and look with her eyes, but still only saw the constant black that she found after her Lord's decisive punishment.

She awaited her Lord as she stood in the sand, trying to imagine what the landscape might be like around her. She still remembered the night sky of the human world and, after thinking for a while, remembered it matched the world of Hueco Mundo from her time as a hollow before going to Hell. She remembered how the sand was white and contrasted against the night sky, meeting along the edge of her sight, touching as if two armies that were polarized and clashed yet remained frozen at the clash and never mingled, the wind she could currently hear being the battle cry of both armies. The wind was savage as with any desert and howled, the armies yearning for the blood of the other. Holika thought on this pattern of thought and wondered why she had so much violence in her imagination and then chuckled as she remembered where she regularly lived and worked. Hell was a volatile place, and this world was just a canvas for her to spread that painting.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

In the dead of night, under a sky veiled by a thick curtain of ominous clouds, a man who could only be likened to that of a god traveled easily to the world known as Hueco Mundo using nothing more than a simple wish. Having such immense power yielded particularly tempting perks, so it was only natural that Satan would be able to perform this type of task so easily. His darkened aura was only highlighted by that of his bright red hair, complemented perfectly beneath is black horns. As he surveyed the lands, Satan came to the conclusion that he would have to look for his Hellion underling - a task he wasn't too keen on doing.

Hueco Mundo was always a treat to visit. This land, barren and desolate, stretched endlessly like an ocean of despair, its sands the color of crushed bones and ash. The wind howled mournfully, carrying with it the whispers of lost souls and the echoes of forgotten battles, a symphony of sorrow that resonated with the very core of this infernal realm. Satan moved with purpose, his stygian form a stark contrast against the ghostly landscape. His crimson eyes, burning with a fiery intensity, scanned the horizon for any sign of Holika. This Hellion, though blind, possessed a keen sense of duty and an unparalleled ability to navigate the treacherous expanses of this world.

Satan loathed her for that.

The last visit they'd had together ended perfectly. She had been publicly humiliated as other servants of Hell watched and cowered away, fearful of receiving the same kind of punishment he'd given her. Fortunately for them, such an act was reserved specifically for Holika to make a point of her failure. Now she requested time to train. Had she no sense of pride? Was this truly all she was capable of, groveling at her Lord's feet until he ultimately forgave her? Impossible. Satan was not a forgiving god. He was a talented torturer and thrived on the idea that his actions could induce nightmares within even the bravest of warriors. Holika was no different.

Upon finding the Akki struggling to make sense of the desert around her and clearly suffering from her blindness, Satan approached, his presence unmistakable. Sporting his typical preferred attire, a black dress shirt covered his torso but had only been buttoned half way up. Black trousers were paired with the shirt, only separated by that of a brown leather belt that Satan had stolen from one of his many trips to the World of the Living. He preferred walking barefoot, so he lacked any shoes, but was brilliantly adorned with various gold and black accessories in the forms of bracelets, hooped and studded earrings, and necklaces. Each one had a somewhat different design, though still managed to be masculine.

"Come back for more punishment, I see!" The horned man stopped only feet away from Holika. "You must have found someone trustworthy to dress and style you today because a blind rat like you could never pull something like this off by yourself."

She was oddly put together quite nicely for a blind demon. Perhaps she'd gotten used to her injury and made adjustments to her everyday life to accommodate her newly-acquired disability. Satan couldn't help but smirk with pleasure at the thought of her struggling through such a change because of something he had done to her. This was gloriously delicious. As he closed the distance between the two of them with just a few strides, Satan slapped Holika on the back in an attempt to throw her balance off. She was as pathetic as when they last met, the memory of her crawling away in shame after he'd made a mess of her still fresh in his mind.

"So why, in all the Nine Circles of Hell, did you call me here with you today? Don't waste my time, Akki. I'm not known for being patient."

[Holika]

With His arrival, Holika could instantly tell the direction and feeling of Lord Satan's energy, his form exuding his power upon the realm around him with his very presence. She could taste the cinnamon on her tongue and smell the burnt crisp of the scent around him as he approached her. She, admittedly, became very tense as he approached her and felt his hand slap against her back. But Holika felt a strength in her know, an assuredness that felt physically stronger since her sight had been taken and stood firm in the sand. She too was barefoot like her Lord, feeling the particles of the sand between her Gigai's toes and she thought to herself, 'Is it treasonous to simply remain standing? No. He would want me to show strength, even to Him I suppose...' And so Holika turned to her Lord and faced him, her damaged eyes looking through the space he stood on as she saw his energy with her mind.

Holika turned her head quickly after that, seeing the core of her beloved Lord and how twisted and mangled yet divine His light was. She then responded, "I had a few attendees cover my Gigai... I instructed them that it was a punishment and had them do it with their noses. It was actually quite fun to watch, my Lord." Holika giggled a bit, as if she were on a date and simply speaking with her beloved, but she did not dare raise her head again. Both out of fear of what she would see with her mind and out of respect for her Liege. Holika then delved into the crux of the matter, the reason she meant to bring her Lord to such a place.

"Amongst the rabble there has been word of an art. A way to gain futher power and even... well you did take my eye sight shortly ago. And although I have found new strength in my current standing I have found myself still lacking. Do you know of this power my Lord? I was told the key could be found in this desert but not what it is."

As Holika spoke, she tried to remain as still as possible, trying not to possibly enrage her Lord but to instead show how she was trying to be better. If she could be better, she could be of more service to her Lord and perhaps right the wrongs of her past failures. But she needed the answers that she thought only He could give. And so, here she was trying her best not to look as if a beggar on the street but instead someone who whole heartedly loved her Lord and looked to them for guidance.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

"Won't even bow to your Master. You know no manners."

Satan, with his imposing and darkly majestic presence, gazed down upon the Akki woman with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Had she been capable of sight, she would have seen that the look on his face perfectly reflected the depths of his ancient and malevolent wisdom. Holika was clearly at odds within her soul, of which Satan owned and tormented with exceptional depravity. This pleased him more than she would ever realize. Though, even he had to admit that he was surprised at her tenacity. The resilience she showed and the fact that she was so willing to meet him out here, just as the two of them, was not something he would have ever expected from someone after doing what he had.

Satan’s lips curled into a knowing smile, aware of the turmoil he incited within her. He reveled in the control he held - the delicate balance of fear and fascination that kept her tethered to him. She was nothing more than a servant to a Lord. Yet, despite this, she made a genuine attempt to clean herself up. Her eyes couldn't be helped, and he was undeniably satisfied with the punishment he had delivered onto her, but Holika stood before him, dressed to impress, claiming that she forced some servants of her own to assist her. That, alone, was entertaining in its own right. How he wished he could have been present for such a degrading display.

"Hmm... I may know a thing or two about it," Satan replied to her question, his fangs glistening within his smirk. "You seem confident that you deserve such a power. How can you trust that I wouldn't just take it for myself? You did lead me here, after all. Or are you wanting to just sacrifice yourself like the idiot lamb that you are?"

Though Holika couldn't see, that didn't stop her Lord from staring at her with an unyielding gaze. Like anyone else who was powerless against him, she would be drawn to his power and the dark allure that surrounds him, yet tremble at the thought of his wrath. He could feel it radiating from her, though. He could feel the drive and passion she felt when it came to her growth. That made him release an evil and crazed sound from the depths of his being as he laughed at the effort she was putting in to herself. She belonged to Hell! She had no purpose other than to serve Satan as nothing more than his doormat. And yet...

In this moment, he was both her tormentor and her dark muse, a figure of ultimate authority and forbidden desire. The air between them crackled with an electric tension, a silent acknowledgment of the twisted bond they shared after he had ruined her body. Satan’s presence was overwhelming, a constant reminder of the perilous path she followed. He wanted to watch her struggle and sit in the front row of it all. Nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling his Hellish purpose and making her miserable. She may work for him, but she was still a Sinner. He was simply doing his job. He was doing someone he was Created to do.

"Sick... Wicked sick! I guess I have some time to kill. For your sake, I hope you don't disappoint me, Akki."

[Holika]

As Holika stood before her Lord, hearing the words spilling forth from him like an unyielding river forging through a forest and threatening to spill over like a flood, she turned her head sharply as she heard a sound. Beneath the particles of sand, a chittering hollow had begun to dig it's way up through the sand and the sound she had heard was that of the sand pushed aside in large swaths by the hollow. It was tiny, even insignificant, before the two of them yet it had something burning in it's soul that caught Holika's intention. It had an unyielding spark of defiance within it as it eyed Lord Satan and began darting toward Him. Holika, moving swiftly to the sound, lifted an arm and summoned one of her blades and waved it in a flourish before trying to pin point where the Hollow was exactly.

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The Hollow looked at Holika, slightly perplexed by what she was doing and chittered as he maneuvered to stop and go left. It then watched as Holika seemed to turn her head about in confusion. The Hollow chittered again and saw her head turn in its direction and yell, Holika running forward and flashing her blade in the direction of the Hollow. She was just short with her reach causing the Hollow to fall silent and still. It recognized it then that Holika had no ability to see but was working on sight alone and possibly the mix of energy sensory. The hollow backed up slowly and moved across to the right, not turning its attention from Holika while moving silently. As Holika remained confused and turning her head about, the Hollow braced its legs and leapt at her.

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As Holika swung her blade and found nothing, having followed a chittering of the hollow from before, she grunted in frustration and clenched her jaw while gripping the handle of her blade tightly. 'This was a hollow,' Holika thought to herself, scorning the very idea. 'A simple fucking creature... I need to find it. I need to win!' Holika roared out and loosed a flare of power from within her, causing her to unknowingly frighten the Hollow as it leapt, causing it to chitter directly to her left. Holika's eyes widened in shock and she turned, quickly slicing into the hollow and wounding the creature.

As Holika wounded the Hollow, it fell to the ground, a large gash in its abdomen that began leaking blood into the sand beneath it. It chittered in pain, it's mask clicking against itself with a lack of speech and anger that could be sensed within its soul. Holika knelt over it and then turned her attention to her Lord. "This kill is for you, Lord Satan. The creature dared to face you even when it lacked the strength to best a blind woman. There is some honor in that, and so I give it to you." Holika lifted her blade and prepared to strike the hollow once more, to end its existence in tribute of her Lord. That was when she felt the creature's energy saying something to her, sharing something through what only a soul can share. Its hunger.

Holika knew this desperate hunger once or twice. Once when she was human, right before her death and the second when she was a hollow as well. She felt it, a memory digging its hooks deep into her body and dragging her back there. The desperation she had felt then was too similar to her now since her sight was taken. Holika dropped her blade, letting it sink into the sand next to the Hollow and she listened quietly, the breeze carrying small flecks of sand to collide with her and try to break her thoughts. But it was for naught as Holika leaned in, smelling at the air and a hunger she felt in the past took her. Holika's left arm ripped into the hollow's abdomen, pulling out a chunk of its flesh. She brought it close to her lips, but stopped just short. The smell was putrid and the thought was perverse. But something sang in her mind that this was her nature, to feed.

Holika then turned to her Lord again, fistful of hollow flesh and though she could not see Him she could still feel his presence and it shook her mind. She felt a foolishness and embarrassment burning inside of her at her current display. She was doing something depraved and low right in front of Lord Satan, which wasn't something too unlike her fresh embarassment, but she thought perhaps she shouldn't continue her line of action. 'It might be too far to come back from. Too much and too low for a Legatus.... a Legion Lord... to do." And Holika began to lower her arm slowly as she knelt in the sand before her kill and her Lord, two sides of her currently clashing within her mind. Both her past and present fighting over her soul.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Something stirred beneath the ground where the Hellion and Satan stood. It was enough to catch Satan's eye, causing him to glance down and smirk as the small Hollow even attempted to threaten him. It seemed he was surrounded by pathetic creatures these days. He lifted his leg with the intention of slamming it down into the sand and compacting it so tightly that the Hollow would explode under the pressure, but Holika beat him to the punch. She drew her blade and swung, though the sharp edge met with absolutely nothing but free air and disappointment. Crossing his arms, Satan watched as she continued to hunt for the insignificant Hollow while he judged her.

Since losing her eyesight, he imagined life had become quite challenging for the Hellion. It didn't matter much to him, though. That was fine. His goal in life was to torture the denizens of Hell, after all. It didn't matter if they worked for him or not. He was going to make sure they understood that there was no escaping the eternal damnation even if she was under the false impression that there was such an option. Though what surprised him the most was her resilience, and as she allowed a burst of power to flow out along with her scream, Satan was interested to see that she managed to land a hit. Dedicating the kill to her master, Holika raised her blade and Satan watched with anticipation.

Only for it to never come.

She stabbed her blade into the sand next to the Hollow and instead stared at it as if she had eyes to aid her. Raising a brow, Satan's smirk started to fall into a frown as he felt the sense of entertainment quickly leave his body. But before he could say anything to her, she stabbed her fingers through the Hollow's body and ripped a piece of it out, holding it close to her mouth as if she hungered for a taste. That feeling of adrenaline began to bubble to the surface once again as Satan wondered what she was possibly about to do, but Holika instead let her arm down as the rest of her body also fell to the sand.

"This won't do," Satan said, closing the distance between them with two simple strides. "Since you like getting shit shoved in your mouth so much, why don't I help you?"

A wicked grin grew upon Satan's lips as he grabbed Holika's hand along with the piece of Hollow flesh within it. Sparing no time at all, he lifted her hand with force and shoved the piece of meat inside her mouth, forcing it down her throat without any regard for if it choked her or not. In his mind, she was already dead. What could happen if things went wrong? It's not like she could die again, anyway. All that could be heard between the two of them was Satan's guttural laughter and any struggle Holika could have had in the process as he ripped more pieces of the Hollow off its body for her to eat.

"Why starve yourself, Akki? Don't you like eating trash?"

[Holika]

Holika was still staring blankly in the direction of her hand, not seeing it but feeling all of the wet flesh in her palm. The way it molded between her fingers as she gripped it sent sensations down her spine as she let the smells fill her nostrils as well. 'If only I had some fire....' she began thinking to herself as she heard the footsteps of her Lord approaching. She began to turn her head upright and envisioned His magnificence through His spiritual energy, letting it fill her mind and incite her memories. This was one down side she realized, of what He had done to her. She would never gaze upon His visage again and part of her started to break.

That was until He grabbed her hand and shoved it into her mouth, forcing the meat into her mouth and sliding down her throat. This seemed to be a theme between her and her Lord, a recurring one now. Holika began to gasp and cough before her Lord grabbed more chunks and forced them in, her lack of eye sight keeping her from keeping up with what he was doing and causing her to begin to choak on it. She desperately grasped at the air around her, trying to find His wrists as He continued laughing and shoving the hollow down her throat. Holika could feel her throat convulsing as she tried swallowing all that He gave her, coughing between each thrust of His hand into her mouth. At open point she swore she could feel His fingers touching her uvula. When He finally ran out of pieces of flesh to shove into her mouth, Holika fell backwards into the sand with exhaustion, gaining breath for the first time in what felt like an hour.

Then, as Holika lay in the sand she felt something odd. She would say it was something like smoke wisping inside of her stomach, but she was too full for that to be true. And she could begin to hear whispers inside of her mind, taunting her as they seemed to move closer and farther from her. She turned her head to the right and whispered, "Who's there...?" A laugh began growing inside of her mind, first like a chuckle and growing. It grew to such a point that Holika began grabbing the sides of her head and screaming in frustration as her own thoughts were drowned out of her skull. Then it finally introduced itself.

'Ah, so your name is Holika. I was wondering who had killed me. My name is Cater. And now I'm taking a loook... wow. Inside this body there's so much power... And you're wasting it. There's so much we could do. And so little space to do it in...' Holika could hear the chittering of the creature in her head, feel the way it wormed through her soul and began corrupting her. Outside of her mind, in the world around her, Holika face was slack jawed as a current of white liquid began spouting forth. It looked almost like a fountain, gushing out of her orifices on her face. Between her eyes and through her nostrils the liquid flowed as well and began converging over her face as her hands reached up and began clawing at her own flesh.

'Stop, stop, stop! You need that face dammit, or atleast I do! Let me take some control an- GACK! That was your eye damn you! If you just let me take some creative control, I could just.... There.' As Holika was busy clawing at her face she felt something claim her. If Satan was still watching, he would see a mask solidify out of the liquid over Holika's face and as it did, the blood would stop flowing from where she had begun to claw at herself and a strange calmness would come over her as her hands and arms fell limp to her sides. Inside Holika's head, she could feel the energy around her, as if it was humming around her. She could just about tell the distance from her body where the power was originating.

With her sense of spiritual energy stacked with it, Holika could just about get a shape of things in her head. She stood up from her kneeling position and turned towards her lord, her plain white hollow mask hiding her face from Him as she seemed to be staring at him with the black holes for eyes. The Mask loomed upwards, two long points ascending about a foot over where her forehead would be and curling slightly towards each other. There was no mouth marking, a blank expression left but for the eye holes that were empty and void of light. Holika then took a step forward and raised a blade toward her Lord. "I think this is it..." 'Fight him. Show HIM!' "Yes."

Holika dashed forward, her feet feeling much more sure in herself than before as she lashed out with her sword. If her Lord made no move, He would feel the sting of her blade in His chest, slicing directly into His pectoral region about two centimeters deep. Holika was still hesitant in how far away He might have been but she could very nearly correctly estimate it. She did also still feel hesitant due to how He had treated her recently and His grasp over her psyche. But she could hear the Hollow inside breaking at this, tearing at the wall her Lord had constructed over her confidence and it chittered happily as she made her move against Satan. 'Very good, Holika. We'll make a true Hollow of you yet.'

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Knelt down on one leg next to Holika, Satan rested his forearm on his left knee since it remained upright. He watched her struggle to breath and grinned like a monster at her pain and discomfort, but tilted his head and raised a brow when she started talking to herself. So it started already. One benefit of being omniscient was that he already knew everything Holika was trying to do. He knew exactly why she brought him here. He knew she was looking for more power somehow but didn't want to give her all the answers. In truth, he was just as curious as she was about it.

Satan's eyes narrowed as he observed the Akki experience what he could only assume was some internal battle between herself and whatever was awakening within her. And outside of her. Some outrageous white liquid began pouring from her face. The man next to her would have been disgusted had he not been so intrigued by what was happening. He'd never actually witnessed a transformation like this, after all. This was his first time being up close and personal to such a thing. Holika made it as entertaining as possible, too, since she was clearly struggling against whatever was happening to her.

As a mask formed, Satan ceased his kneel by her and stood once again, sensing something had taken control. It wasn't just Holika in there. He had created something in this Akki that even he wasn't completely aware of, but he wasn't about to lose out on the opportunity to study it. Once the struggle had ended, Holika stood and raised her sword towards Satan, causing him to smirk and scoff at her. He made no effort to move as she dashed forward, her blade sinking into his skin. He felt her hesitation and it made him click his tongue with disappointment. After grabbing the blade, he pulled it out of his chest as the edge sliced into his palm.

"You really think this is enough to beat me? I am an ultimate deity, unlike the posers we have in positions of authority in other worlds." As the blade left the wound, the hole it had left closed quickly. "Still... This is sick! You've become much more ballsy, Holika!"

Sword still in hand, Satan would shove it and its wielder to the side with force so great that it should sent her back several dozen feet if she didn't find a way to escape. He knew she wouldn't be able to defeat him no matter how hard she tried, but perhaps that meant he was the perfect opponent for her to really go all out. Wiping his hand on his shirt, Satan walked towards Holika and laughed under his breath. All of this was going to be new to her, but she wasn't the only one learning from this experience. Satan was going to be watching her closely to see exactly what it was this new mask could provide for her.

"Is that all you have, Akki? Why not try to be a bit more serious in front of your Lord?" She'd hear his almost mocking tone. He was undeniably trying to rile her up.

[Holika]

Holika felt the weight of her Lord, shoving her back by a couple dozen feet. The strength behind him felt more whimsical than serious, but even Holika noted that she should have been pushed harder and farther. However her footing was much more sure than before as she could more carefully observe her surroundings, even if it was only in her mind. The way the ground felt against her bare feet was reflected in the map in her mind conjured by the sense of the electrical signals bouncing off the ground and back to her. Holika was something more now, something more fulfilled. However, this wasn’t without a consequence. She could feel something scratching at the walls of her mind, burrowing deep within her psyche and breaking things as it shoved around to find space for itself.

’You’re being no fun. Here... let’s just step it up one notch, ok?! Prove to your lord that he isn’t just in charge of you, but that he should fear your inevitable ascension!’

'How dare-!? AHG!’'

Outwardly, Holika gripped at the mask that had grown over her face, dropping her right sword with the motion but it was too late to stop. Flares burned within her, her final form surfacing in an explosion of purple Hellfire that would send winds flying towards Her Lord. As Holika’s mind was invaded she felt her powers surge to the surface and her body transform as her wings of bright metal shimmered into existence. Her powers were being forced into use by the Hollow that was crawling around inside her, although it had not gained control over her body’s motor functions. But Holika knew that to look weak, even during this struggle, before Her Lord would be too much to bear. And so, she used it, leaning down slightly to pick up her blade before flexing her wings.

Holika flew forward, using the beat of her wings to launch herself in a surge of speed at Satan. The Morningstar would see Holika move at such speed and her swords melt in a transformation into two long black chains with sharpened edges. As she got within ten feet of Her Lord, Holika would give a chitter and spin mid air by turning her wings and catching the air. As she did her piroiette in the air, Holika extended both arms and moved to slam her chains into Satan’s body at both the neck and mid torso, the length of the chain being 30 feet each and threatened to wrap around Satan at both points of contact if they could not slice through him. The chains were still glowing red with a purple tinge of Hellfire like heat to them as they threatened to carve into Satan.

’Isn’t it fun to just let go, let loose?! Come on, follow that natural instinct...’

Although Holika regreted it slightly inside, she did admit to herself it was nice letting loose even if she could not entirely enjoy the view of it. She was still in the dark and had no way of reading what Satan was thinking from his facial cues or how he might be defending against her attack. She was still blind and she couldn’t read all of the information from her new senses coming in. She wouldn’t be able to counter if he countered against her current attack, and she knew it. But if she did manage to defeat Her Lord here... 'No. My Lord wouldn’t fall to this. This is just to test these limitations. One being that this creature can now infect me and force my powers into activation. I need to get control over this, not relinquish it.' Still, inside Holika it was like a faucet had been turned on with possibilities flowing out that she couldn’t help but visualize. And become distracted by.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

She was sloppy, but improving. Even Satan had to admit that. Without making a single move, he watched as she danced within the air and swung her chains out, each bit of excitement coming from her as palpable as ever. He was intrigued. With every movement she made, she seemed more graceful than the last. Though obnoxiously prideful, even Satan had a sense of what it meant to be proud of his underlings just as any leader would be. Holika was going to grow to be a menace in her own right, and if this was going to help get her there, then there may be hope for Hell. As it was, he was lacking numbers. That needed to be fixed.

The chains, glowing their brilliant purple hue from the Hellfire flames, wrapped effortlessly around Satan. A smile still etched upon his face, he didn't even consider moving a centimeter. The chains wrapped around him several times over before becoming so tight that any normal opponent would find themselves gasping for air, but not him. Not a god. Satan barked a laugh at Holika as he spread his arms out, forcing the grip the chains had around his torso to loosen. He didn't dare move the ones around his neck just yet, but instead grabbed a hold of them and yanked them towards his body, Holika in tow if she didn't let go.

"Trying to fight me with my own flames, I see! A decent attempt, but not good enough!"

His immense strength, assuming she was still holding on to the chains, would bring her close to him within a mere second as he readied his right fist. The moment she was within a foot, he'd swing his right arm as hard as he could and slam his fist straight into her chest. Holika, if she couldn't dodge, would find herself flung several hundred feet until she was finally forced to stop due to a large rock surrounded by several trees. Satan pursued her with haste, and would continue to pursue her even if she managed to avoid his attack. He was originally okay with standing by and basically being a practice dummy, but he realized that wouldn't teach her how to fight powerful opponents.

"If you're as strong as you think you are, then you have to fight whatever growing influence is running around your brain. I didn't shove that Hollow down your throat for no reason, Holika. Didn't you come here to get stronger?"

Something began to well up inside Satan's chest as he looked at the Akki woman. Was he actually having fun? How long had it been since he last had the chance to fight anyone like this with no strings attached? Eons, perhaps. Ever since he was banished to Hell and forced to rule over it, there had been times where some strong people had come and gone, and then Kitai managed to escape. Satan's eyes narrowed, his breathing harder and faster than it was before. He felt more laughs threaten to escape his lips but he held them tightly within. He didn't have any desire to release his inner maniac just yet.

[Holika]

Holika flinched for a moment as she felt the pull of her chain becoming taut between her and Lord Satan. She heard the clink as her chains clanged together with the powerful tension exerted on them from Lord Satan’s grip. It was a wonder how they held together, even with their reputation of being indestructible links of Hell Steel. Holika could feel the weight of being held by the chains and decided to try and lift herself and her Lord into the air by using her wings to uplift herself, the wings beating hard. However, as she took off she found the strength of Satan’s hold was far superior to flight and wing strength.

As Satan pulled hard, Holika felt the wind against her obsidian cheeks, being yanked downward and closer to Satan’s position. She could smell the burnt cinnamon scent that she had grown accustomed to threatening to overtake her senses when she heard her chittering inside her own mind again. She tried to ignore it, but it burrowed deep in her mind and kept her distracted as she sailed down and into Satan’s attack. She felt the stoppage power behind Satan’s fist as it collided with her chest, her burning aura and obsidian skin failing to even cause hesitation in Satan’s actions. Then she heard cracking and crumbling as she collided with the power of Hell.

Holika’s body chipped and cracked at the chest, splitting deeply within as she was hurtled backwards through the air. The night sky of Hueco Mundo was disrupted by the sight of Holika’s burning purple flamed body soaring through it before finally colliding with the ground several times. She even appeared to be a stone skipping across a water’s surface as she landed against the ground each time before finally tumbling over and slamming into a withered and dead looking tree splitting the trunk in half and causing both halves to fall over in a crater. The dust then immersed her body, though Holika still could not see it due to the lack of eyes in her skull behind the mask she wore. It was at this moment, Holika realised that she had let go of her chains as she had been flung across the sand and had been left around her Lord’s body.

”Why am I so weak...? I still couldn’t harm him.” And then she heard the taunts, a fire growing inside of her with each word tossed on it like kindling. But there was something more behind the words. Could it be... faith? Did Satan actually believe in Holika?

Holika’s head snapped up and she seemed to be staring at Satan, though she was looking with her mind more at his spiritual energy. And the aura left by her Hellfire on her chains. Holika’s arms lifted and, controlling her chains, extended her control from afar. The chains grew longer as they suddenly snapped around Satan’s body, gripping and pulling at his neck, arms, and legs. They moved to constrict any and all movement with speed and precision, gripping at him in contorting ways in order to make it as uncomfortable as possible and gather his attention towards the black chains. She needed him to see her strength, but she needed the opportunity to show him more.

The hollow within began to pipe up with his chittering but internally, Holika could finally see it and turned her Hellish gaze upon it, calming it or rather intimidating it into submission. It was not Lord in here. This was Holika’s Palace, and she would defend her throne. Out in the world of Hueco Mundo, Holika took flight, lifting off the ground with a single wing beat and soaring directly at her Lord. She could feel the mask beginning to crack and wane, the power leaving her. This was it, all or nothing in this moment. She had to give it her all.

As Holika got within five feet of Satan, soaring at her max speed possible, she lifted her right hand back over her shoulder and prepared it, scorching her own fist in a purple Hellfire and pouring her power into it. All of her strength, spiritual and physical, gathered into her fist as she began screaming with rage. She earned the faith of her Lord, and now that she had that faith she would not give it up willingly. She swung her fist, not aiming like a cliche at Satan’s face for she could not see it. But aimed to slam it in the same place that she had just been hit, in the chest, the core of Satan’s power and soul. It was amazingly bright to her mind and the biggest target she could ever want. If it connected, the Hellfire Punch would likely not actually harm Satan but he would certainly feel it. And the strength of her resolve to not be tossed aside. She would keep all she took and she would greedily hold it until the end.

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{Stats and Skills}Str: 200
Speed: 200
Rs: (500x3)= 1500
Sppr: (400x3)= 1200
Senses: (100-50%)= 50
Instinct: 350
ES: (350x3) 1050
HE: 0
Dark Aura: 95%
Light Aura: 5%
Reiatsu Pool: 11700/12000

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{Techniques Used}Technique Name: [Bladed Chains] (Mastered)

Class: [3]

Technique Type: [General Sinner Technique]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects:
1: The chains of Hell torment the denizens endlessly, so why not share the misery? Learning this ability influences the blades, giving them the ability to cut through anything as easily as a normal spiritual blade can, regardless of the chains not changing in appearance, still as rounded as ever. The offensive stat for the chains is based off either the highest Spiritual stat, or the user's Strength stat, whichever is higher. Chains are unable to cut their owner. This is a passive ability, and is unable to be turned off.

2: Through some heavy handed use of reiatsu, the user can extend and manipulate the chains to do as they please. For strength users, the chains will extend upto thirty feet, and will move at either a speed equal to their speed stat, or at a speed of 600. For spiritual users, the size scales off of their highest spiritual stat. For every 50 they have in their higher stat, the chains can extend another foot, and can move at either 600, or the user's speed. Cost is 100 reiatsu every post.]

How to use technique: [Pay the cost for chains. Cutting power is permanently active]

Technique Drawbacks: [Cost.]

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]

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Technique Name: Hell-Fire Punch (Mastered)

Class: 6

Technique Type: Hell Technique

Usable By: Any Race of Hell

Technique Element: Fire

Technique Description and Effects:
The user's arm is engulfed in flames burning wildly. This attack causes a small explosion upon impact with the target. If the target were to move, the energy from the attack would travel from the user's arm and out for about ten yards before exploding. Not only is the force of the explosion pretty powerful, but it will also cause major burns to the target.

How to use technique:
Concentrate energy into cursed arm, and willing the fire to ignite and consume the limb. Reitsu Cost: 200

Technique Drawbacks:
This technique not only damages the target, but the force of the explosion would also cause slight damage to the user making repeated use of this technique unwise. For every 100 points in strength, the users body can take 3 explosions without severely injuring himself. Requires 1 point in any martial art/street fighting.

Made By: Jak Halcom

Reserved?: No