Post by Zou ۞ on Dec 15, 2016 16:17:29 GMT -5
In the bowels of Las Noches there sat a series of corridors and floors which comprised the rooms of the Espada. The more power and influence an Espada possessed the greater number of floors, halls, and rooms they commanded. Once, over a hundred floors had belonged to an iconic Arrancar known as the Segunda Espada. He who represented Despair. In these halls there lurked Fraccion, monsters and whatever each individual Espada commanded. The darkest and most dangerous place in Las Noches was not the throne room of Sonken Kouhai the King. It had once been the floors of the Espada which were most dangerous. One wrong step could incur the wrath of any of these fine Arrancar and some were more wrathful than others. Despite this the modern era did not see the Espada floors as the most powerful or fearsome places to be in Las Noches. The most dangerous place could not be these. It was a building not even contained within the dome, but next to it.
In recent months what had been erected was a tall, black spiral tower with a pointed tip. It stood even taller than Las Noches and came with a shadow that loomed over any to observe it. The color was absolute darkness. No features but smooth black surface could be made out and not even a door could be found. No one could enter without the Host's permission. And none could leave. The owner of this tower spent hours meditating in his own secluded chamber as he pondered the nature of the greatest power in the universe: The Infinite Darkness. This was the home of the Envainar who represented Hope... and taking it away from others. The former Segunda Espada, he who had represented Despair when he had been one of Kouhai's swords. Now he was far more than a sword and he represented far more than the King of Las Noches. This was the masked man that had attacked and decimated Soul Society only days prior. This was Kuroi Naito's home.
And in the impenetrable black tower there was a large room for experimentation. Lain across the inscrutable marble table was the body of a Shinigami that had been taken by Kuroi during the invasion. It still lived. Its heart was ever beating. But it was not the Shinigami that the Envainar wanted. Endless hours of torture had revealed the creature's name to be Grodd and that without the Hollow the creature was mute. Days pushing Grodd to the brink of death had manifested the inner Hollow again and again for continued experimentation. The body had been cut, burned, dipped in many different liquids and chemicals. Its soul had been tampered with and even the animus, the core of the soul that was responsible for reanimation in the soul cycle, had not been untouched. Both Grodd and his Hollow had been subjected to unimaginable pain. Their benefactor did not believe in reducing pain. Agony was what made them Hollows.
Who was in control of the body? Grodd? The Hollow? The pain was so great that sometimes they would feel as if they were one entity being tortured and not two separate ones being played with. They would be in and out of consciousness dozens of times. It wouldn't be until a week after his kidnapping that Grodd's eyes opened... and it was the Hollow who reigned supreme as the consciousness. Days of experiments had yielded fruitful results. He was in control and Grodd was nowhere to be found. His presence must surely be inside but the Hollow would not be able to sense its former Host. Instead there was some sort of Hollow next to him. It looked like a skeletal white and black frog, but there were sickly blue tentacles coming out of its back. They were thin and small but had suction cups on them. Some were attached to Grodd's body and others held objects such as scalpels and tools of science the Hollow had never seen before.
This was one of Kuroi's scientists. It must be an Adjuchas. When Grodd's eyes opened and the Hollow was awake at last, the pain was over for a moment. The Adjuchas leaned in and spoke to the Hollow that now had a subjugated Host. "How do you feel, little one...? Do tell Anzaga. Do tell. Anzaga is most thirsty for information about you right now..." Elsewhere, Kuroi himself, wearing black robes with a hood drawn up and a black helmet that doubled as a mask to cover his face was sitting cross legged with his Zanpakuto sheathed in his lap. He was meditating on the nature of the Infinite Darkness and its power, housed in a huge circular auditorium with himself at the center. It was when the door opened that his focus was broken. The Silhouette in the door suggested a Vasto Lorde. "Master... Master, the experiment has succeeded and he is awake now!" From behind his mask, the masked man named Kuroi smiled.
In recent months what had been erected was a tall, black spiral tower with a pointed tip. It stood even taller than Las Noches and came with a shadow that loomed over any to observe it. The color was absolute darkness. No features but smooth black surface could be made out and not even a door could be found. No one could enter without the Host's permission. And none could leave. The owner of this tower spent hours meditating in his own secluded chamber as he pondered the nature of the greatest power in the universe: The Infinite Darkness. This was the home of the Envainar who represented Hope... and taking it away from others. The former Segunda Espada, he who had represented Despair when he had been one of Kouhai's swords. Now he was far more than a sword and he represented far more than the King of Las Noches. This was the masked man that had attacked and decimated Soul Society only days prior. This was Kuroi Naito's home.
And in the impenetrable black tower there was a large room for experimentation. Lain across the inscrutable marble table was the body of a Shinigami that had been taken by Kuroi during the invasion. It still lived. Its heart was ever beating. But it was not the Shinigami that the Envainar wanted. Endless hours of torture had revealed the creature's name to be Grodd and that without the Hollow the creature was mute. Days pushing Grodd to the brink of death had manifested the inner Hollow again and again for continued experimentation. The body had been cut, burned, dipped in many different liquids and chemicals. Its soul had been tampered with and even the animus, the core of the soul that was responsible for reanimation in the soul cycle, had not been untouched. Both Grodd and his Hollow had been subjected to unimaginable pain. Their benefactor did not believe in reducing pain. Agony was what made them Hollows.
Who was in control of the body? Grodd? The Hollow? The pain was so great that sometimes they would feel as if they were one entity being tortured and not two separate ones being played with. They would be in and out of consciousness dozens of times. It wouldn't be until a week after his kidnapping that Grodd's eyes opened... and it was the Hollow who reigned supreme as the consciousness. Days of experiments had yielded fruitful results. He was in control and Grodd was nowhere to be found. His presence must surely be inside but the Hollow would not be able to sense its former Host. Instead there was some sort of Hollow next to him. It looked like a skeletal white and black frog, but there were sickly blue tentacles coming out of its back. They were thin and small but had suction cups on them. Some were attached to Grodd's body and others held objects such as scalpels and tools of science the Hollow had never seen before.
This was one of Kuroi's scientists. It must be an Adjuchas. When Grodd's eyes opened and the Hollow was awake at last, the pain was over for a moment. The Adjuchas leaned in and spoke to the Hollow that now had a subjugated Host. "How do you feel, little one...? Do tell Anzaga. Do tell. Anzaga is most thirsty for information about you right now..." Elsewhere, Kuroi himself, wearing black robes with a hood drawn up and a black helmet that doubled as a mask to cover his face was sitting cross legged with his Zanpakuto sheathed in his lap. He was meditating on the nature of the Infinite Darkness and its power, housed in a huge circular auditorium with himself at the center. It was when the door opened that his focus was broken. The Silhouette in the door suggested a Vasto Lorde. "Master... Master, the experiment has succeeded and he is awake now!" From behind his mask, the masked man named Kuroi smiled.