Post by Kento Waffles on May 21, 2015 21:16:33 GMT -5
When Zeich awoke, he was in some barren wasteland, and enormous iron pillars on each of his limbs were pinning him on his back, with his limbs splayed out in starfish position. Also beneath him was some kind of circle drawn in what was presumably blood, filled with all those stereotypical markings and such. Whoever spoke to him then was out of view, but if Zeich looked around, he'd also see that he was surrounded by layers and layers of barrier Kido. Someone had spared no reiatsu or expense to bind him. "We needed you to exhaust your physical stamina before we began. Now that you're burned out, we're gonna send you on your way to fight your Hollow, and we'll deal with what happens to your body in the meantime."
What was going to happen in the meantime? Something was going to happen to Zeich's body... And the Vizards were going to take care of it. How ominous. When Zeich looked around again, suddenly, he'd see Calleum Morgana standing over him. Calleum lowered to a crouch, and spoke to Zeich very quietly, in a somber voice. "You'll be okay," Calleum said. "But we are going to put a detonation on your reiatsu so your Hollow doesn't take you over if you can't win. You have a time limit. If you can't win within it, you will die. However, I believe in you. You'll make it." Calleum then put his hand over Zeich's face, and next thing... Zeich was losing consciousness.
His vision was blurring... His hearing was dulling... And soon he was swallowed by darkness. But this wasn't just loss of consciousness. It was a continuation of consciousness into the great beyond. Into the dark world which suddenly began to glow bright white. And in that bright white, the sky above turned black. And brown grass started to form beneath Zeich. With it, a dark red moon appeared in the sky, and dead trees started to rise. And soon... He was in a nightmarish looking place which once had been his inner world, now corrupted by worry and by his Hollow. By an enemy that he didn't want to face.
When Zeich's consciousness returned, he was standing instead of on his back. He was alone, and there was no wind. No sound. There was nothing. He might have expected this inner world of his, but... It was even more different now. For one, in the sky, the moon had a black crescent on the bottom, as if it possessed a twisted grin, and the red light emitting from it made it appear to have a bleeding smile. Something... Something... Something was off. The sky looked cracked, like cheap glass. The trees were blackened, but in one was a swing set, swinging back and forth, never stopping, creaking, rusty, empty... And was that a little girl's laughter in the distance?
Creepy music
But then... Look up, and someone was facing Zeich. He looked a lot like Zeich, though with white skin and black eyes. He even wore a white version of Zeich's outfit. But, he was different than normal... Zeich had met him before, but the Shadow today had sharper teeth than ordinary. And his furry bits looked like they were shedding. And on half of his face, black tattoos of fire burned. But, worst of all, was the black reiatsu flowing out from the Shadow's hair. It was not the same appearance as normal. And there again was that little girl's laughter in the background... Again... That creepy sound.
Actually, the Shadow was a lot more muscular than before, too. He was bigger and more muscular than Zeich. How had that happened? Was he not supposed to be a mirror? And yet... He wasn't a mirror. He had taken on his own ugly, twisted form. And then... Oh god. That nauseating reiatsu. Zeich would know it when he felt it. He had felt it before... And at the time, he hadn't realized that it had been put inside of him by a technique which corrupted the souls of others... Which implanted that dark reiatsu inside of Zeich, where it had been festering this whole time. And no wonder his Hollow had grown so powerful so quickly and so easily. No wonder the Shadow had become so aggressive.
"Hey there, Host..." the Shadow said in a voice now more sinister than before, from lips cracked and bloody. "I haven't physically seen you in a while. How have you been? Oh, I know that part..." He drew his Zanpakuto, which had become slightly longer than Zeich's. Yes, that black, sinister reiatsu did not belong only to the Shadow. For the darkness of a corrupt, twisted soul had been put inside of Zeich by the Primera... Adalo De-Mona. And now, Zeich's Hollow had become a mirror not only of Zeich, but of Adalo. That sinister reiatsu? It wasn't just for show. It had made the Shadow stronger.
And then, there was a flash of lightning in the cloudless sky, and when the flash disappeared, they were in a burning village. In that burning village, there were several large streams of blood flowing like rivers, and rotting corpses everywhere, with horrified looks on their faces. If Zeich looked down, he would see that there was blood on his hands. This was... The place he had massacred when he had encountered Adalo. When the Shadow had consumed him. Zeich was facing it all once again. And the Shadow smirked, and exclaimed in mock astonishment, "Oh! Wow. These are the people that you slaughtered... Aren't they?"
"Do you know why you rejected Haiiro, Zeich? It's because you know he isn't the real source of your power. You know he isn't your real Zanpakuto spirit. You've thought of me as a mere shadow in your soul, but I am more than that... I am the true representation of your soul and who you are... The true representation of your desires. I'm not just a shadow. I am the real Haiiro. And you, Zeich? You..." There was a cackle, and then another flash of lightning. When that flash ended, Zeich would be seeing double. Sometimes his Hollow's face. Sometimes Adalo's. "You... Are... ME...." Cue the maniacal laughter.
What was going to happen in the meantime? Something was going to happen to Zeich's body... And the Vizards were going to take care of it. How ominous. When Zeich looked around again, suddenly, he'd see Calleum Morgana standing over him. Calleum lowered to a crouch, and spoke to Zeich very quietly, in a somber voice. "You'll be okay," Calleum said. "But we are going to put a detonation on your reiatsu so your Hollow doesn't take you over if you can't win. You have a time limit. If you can't win within it, you will die. However, I believe in you. You'll make it." Calleum then put his hand over Zeich's face, and next thing... Zeich was losing consciousness.
His vision was blurring... His hearing was dulling... And soon he was swallowed by darkness. But this wasn't just loss of consciousness. It was a continuation of consciousness into the great beyond. Into the dark world which suddenly began to glow bright white. And in that bright white, the sky above turned black. And brown grass started to form beneath Zeich. With it, a dark red moon appeared in the sky, and dead trees started to rise. And soon... He was in a nightmarish looking place which once had been his inner world, now corrupted by worry and by his Hollow. By an enemy that he didn't want to face.
When Zeich's consciousness returned, he was standing instead of on his back. He was alone, and there was no wind. No sound. There was nothing. He might have expected this inner world of his, but... It was even more different now. For one, in the sky, the moon had a black crescent on the bottom, as if it possessed a twisted grin, and the red light emitting from it made it appear to have a bleeding smile. Something... Something... Something was off. The sky looked cracked, like cheap glass. The trees were blackened, but in one was a swing set, swinging back and forth, never stopping, creaking, rusty, empty... And was that a little girl's laughter in the distance?
Creepy music
But then... Look up, and someone was facing Zeich. He looked a lot like Zeich, though with white skin and black eyes. He even wore a white version of Zeich's outfit. But, he was different than normal... Zeich had met him before, but the Shadow today had sharper teeth than ordinary. And his furry bits looked like they were shedding. And on half of his face, black tattoos of fire burned. But, worst of all, was the black reiatsu flowing out from the Shadow's hair. It was not the same appearance as normal. And there again was that little girl's laughter in the background... Again... That creepy sound.
Actually, the Shadow was a lot more muscular than before, too. He was bigger and more muscular than Zeich. How had that happened? Was he not supposed to be a mirror? And yet... He wasn't a mirror. He had taken on his own ugly, twisted form. And then... Oh god. That nauseating reiatsu. Zeich would know it when he felt it. He had felt it before... And at the time, he hadn't realized that it had been put inside of him by a technique which corrupted the souls of others... Which implanted that dark reiatsu inside of Zeich, where it had been festering this whole time. And no wonder his Hollow had grown so powerful so quickly and so easily. No wonder the Shadow had become so aggressive.
"Hey there, Host..." the Shadow said in a voice now more sinister than before, from lips cracked and bloody. "I haven't physically seen you in a while. How have you been? Oh, I know that part..." He drew his Zanpakuto, which had become slightly longer than Zeich's. Yes, that black, sinister reiatsu did not belong only to the Shadow. For the darkness of a corrupt, twisted soul had been put inside of Zeich by the Primera... Adalo De-Mona. And now, Zeich's Hollow had become a mirror not only of Zeich, but of Adalo. That sinister reiatsu? It wasn't just for show. It had made the Shadow stronger.
And then, there was a flash of lightning in the cloudless sky, and when the flash disappeared, they were in a burning village. In that burning village, there were several large streams of blood flowing like rivers, and rotting corpses everywhere, with horrified looks on their faces. If Zeich looked down, he would see that there was blood on his hands. This was... The place he had massacred when he had encountered Adalo. When the Shadow had consumed him. Zeich was facing it all once again. And the Shadow smirked, and exclaimed in mock astonishment, "Oh! Wow. These are the people that you slaughtered... Aren't they?"
"Do you know why you rejected Haiiro, Zeich? It's because you know he isn't the real source of your power. You know he isn't your real Zanpakuto spirit. You've thought of me as a mere shadow in your soul, but I am more than that... I am the true representation of your soul and who you are... The true representation of your desires. I'm not just a shadow. I am the real Haiiro. And you, Zeich? You..." There was a cackle, and then another flash of lightning. When that flash ended, Zeich would be seeing double. Sometimes his Hollow's face. Sometimes Adalo's. "You... Are... ME...." Cue the maniacal laughter.