God Save My Soul (JT)

[Angel]

As she ran towards the beasts that were called Hollows, Angel had felt a loss of conviction, of spirit in her as she accepted that she was willing to die rather than be here in such a cruel environment such as this. The Hollow were going to kill her, and for some reasons he felt peace in that. She would be done with the horrors that was the life she was living at this moment and she would move on with no regrets. She would no longer fuel the strength and hunger of a Hollow. She was never meant to belong in such a world like this. She had tried her best, but in a dark horrible place like this, she was willing to die fighting.

The red beams of the Hollow had filled her line of sight, and a slight curve upward of Angel’s lips could be seen as she kept on sprinting to her death. She would die and leave Santa Ajora her mortal enemy with nothing. ‘I no longer have the heart to stay here and sacrifice my worth to my enemy. I am prepared to die for I no longer have the will to prolong my existence and make her ever stronger off of my suffering.’ The Hollow had fired off a horde of Bala and Cero, however it seemed as if destiny was preventing herself from being killed. There was a force that demanded her existence to continue as Santa had caused all of the blasts to kill the Hollow around and or to divert the blasts.

A shockwave of energy had sent Angel flying backwards, landing on her back into the thick and viscous slime of the Hollow she so detested. Why was she in such a position? Why had she been put here in this world of loneliness that she called a black abyss? ‘How cruel life is...I am forced to be here where life is but an expendable thing.' Life in this world was nothing and now Angel laid on her back as the Gillian Santa approached her in her cruel aura. The darkness she saw was only intensified as the flesh made a barrier around her. Angel had been covered in blood as her eyes seemed distant and blank as she soon found herself in the abyss of Santa’s “protection.” It was dark, but even she could still see the cruel image of the Hollow in front of her.

‘Yes...please end my existence. My heart is barren and I wish nothing more than to be struck down by your cruelty.' She took a deep breath as a hand had gripped her face, and then a muffled breath out as Angel dropped her Zanpakutou onto the ground. She was limp, and she did not resist any further. The Hollow had hissed and called Angel a pet...a trophy and another title of degradation for the Shinigami. She felt as if she could not breath within the palm of the Hollow that carried her. The young Angel had replied to the Hollow’s answer with silence until Angel raised her right hand upward with a shaky palm before dropping it down at her side with no seeming sign of response.

It was at this moment though, that she had raised her right palm to the mask of the deer yet again, before there was a slight buildup of energy within her finger tips. “Byakurai. Byakurai. Byakurai. Byakurai!” She would try to launch bolt after bolt to exterminate the woman Hollow who was in front of her with her lightning. She didn’t care if she died by Santa and was eaten anymore. She wanted to be home, but she wouldn’t dare give Santa the satisfaction of killing the denizens of the Rukongai. Angel was naive in her outlook of the world, but in this world, the dark depression that swallowed everything made sense. She would die if she went back home, and she would die if she were to stay here. So, she had decided she would rather die now. Such weak Kido might barely seem a threat to Santa, but regardless...bolt after bolt of aggression was sent out to the mask.

The sound of a loud cry of despair would be heard from the young girl as she would fire everything she had at the enemy. She would fire until her fingertips were burned and she was drained of the vital Reiatsu. She would fire and force herself to untl she was able to receive the kindness that was death. She had felt utter hatred and disgust for the woman named Santa Ajora. Or rather, she felt hatred for the Hollow in front of her that robbed her of her happiness and stole her away from the place she called home. "AAAAAGH!" She sounded like the tormented cry of a Hollow as she felt the slime drip on her. Her negative emotions dominated her...

[Santa Ajora]

Such Impudence(Music)

Ajora was absolutely disgusted with the woman's incessant ridiculousness, and when they seemed to be so hell-bent on dying. It was disgusting. Where was the fun?! What was the point of all this?! Why was she suddenly so depressed?! It never occurred to her that there were effects to inflicting such despair. She had considered the fact that this was a shinigami. The iron-willed. she hadn't expected the thing to just break. She had expected the girl to be compliant, sure, but this... this was just pathetic.

But again... she was surprised. From time to time, Ajora simply let her concentration slip. In the end, there was ALWAYS the matter of having to deal with a caged tiger. And when the girl truly broke, the claws came out. And ajora simply stared as that series of Byakurai roared out, and to her undoubted surprise, the sight of those beams blazing toward her face was a surprise, and there was a loud crunching slish as that beam blew straight through her mask and her head, and she stoo stock still, as Angel fired Byakuai after byakurai at the gillian, her hand locked in place, her body seemingly frozen as eventually, there was almost nothing left of her from the shoulders up, and with a shuddering stagger, the gillian fell to her side. And for a moment. The garden ceased to grow.

The Garden grows in two directions.
Into both past and future.

From the center of that torso, there was a crunch. A snap, as slowly, a clawed hand tore it's way from the much larger corpse. The snapping of bones and tendons, all sorts of mess being pushed out of the way, as slowly, Angel would see something step out from that massive hulk, slim, dainty hooves that stepped cautiously out into the open air. And smooth, human skin just above that deer half, and for just a moment, she would see Her. Subida. Saint Ajora. and for several moments, those eyes remained closed, as if sensing her environment. The cervitaur turning her head left in right, and even under the blood it was clear that there was a human. And when those eyes finally opened, the face that saw Angel smiled. Just as that white spilled in. As the husk that was her gillian slowly dissolved and began reforming over her face. Covering her features, forming a bone armor that slid around her body, eventually forming a carapace. And at long last, that gillian cloak reformed about her shoulders of the blackest night.

It was not cloth. It was not really seeming to be anything. Even as her powers kicked back into gear and her surroundings began to grow again, when the garden woke, the cloak did not grow them. The darkness even deeper than night seemed to open up, and from that shadowy cloak, eyes opened. and they stared into Angel. Ajora was finally free. Thanks to so much nutrition, so much food. At long last, she had evolved. Even though she still towered over Angel, she was significantly more humanoid in this form.

"You bore me. I had to watch as all of this happened. And I cannot fathom how stupid you are. Did you think that your death would accomplish something? Even mine? I am weak, little girl. I do not understand what it is that you thought. That hollows were just fodder? Were you under some impression that just because we were monsters that we would be like wheat in a field? Those that I devoured, were the weakest. And even I am still nothing. The number of hollows above my own power is tremendous. The only reason that you and your pathetic soul Society are spared our presence is that we have war with one another. A war... that I am now a part of..." she hissed, and narrowed her eyes behind her mask, raising her hand to stare at her palm, flexing her claws as she felt a slow fury within her. The hunger was so much stronger....but also...it was desperate.

She needed to eat. And no longer was she interested in playing with this....child. "Even if you had managed to commit suicide, what did you think? That I would leave soul society alone? How juvenile." She hissed, shaking her head as she flixked her wrist, and the world around them yawned open, the opening of garganta shredding reality as both of them were taken from hueco mundo. " Out of pity for your supidity, I will not attack soul society for one more week. But I will be dropping you off. I cannot stand your presence for another several days. I will send you back to your precious soul society.

But know... that regardless of your silly notions, regardless of your insipid dreams and thoughts, that soon, I will come for you. Your kind has seen us as weak. your kind has seen us as insignificant. You think of us as just toys for the arrancar to throw at you. And I will show you different. You think that the arrancar are stronger than us? That somehow, just because we lack masks that we cannot be nightmares? I will destroy the rukongai district by district. and I know, that BECAUSE I am a hollow, your superiors will not heed your warnings. Because I am no Arrancar... they will do nothing. Or if they do, they will not send their best. And I will devour them. and as I grow closer and closer to the place you call home, know that I will be stronger. So that when at long last I reach your doorstep, and you find me and my sisters at your gates. Know that even if you kill yourself. All that means, is that we will have one less corpse to eat when we step over your broken walls." She hissed, and the reality of the sereitei opened behind angel. And with a disgusted, vehement glare, Ajora sought to shove them, and push them right into the streets of District 7. Close to the Court Guard Squads. And most importantly, out of Ajora's way.


" In one week. I will march. If I were you. I would settle my affairs. And I suppose.... if it satisfies your stupid little heart. Feel free to report this to your superiors. And never think, that you were not warned. They will never take you seriously. Train all you like. Steel your heart. Become the monster you think will be able to beat me. But always know, that no matter how hard you try. I will always be ahead of you." She hissed, and then the seam closed. And Angel was left with this information, and the dread with which it came.

[Angel]

Blast after blast of electricity had flown until there was little to nothing of the Gillian’s head remaining, but even still it remained still with Angel’s face in its grasp. Angel had exhausted quite a bit of her energy as she panted, her heart racing as the inside of the hand smelled of blood and rotting flesh. The Gillian had seemed to have met her doom, because at that moment Angel was released from the iron tight grip of what was known as Santa Ajora. The monster crumpled and fell, and finally Angel was free from the torment as there was but only silence. The grotesque remains that was the field of death Angel would call it ceased to move, and Angel felt perhaps happy for the first time in a while now.

However, something wasn’t right. Something still haunted her as she heard the noise of the clawing that ripped itself away from the core that was Gillian’s body showing a woman in nudity. There was then the melting of the body that made up the monster she saw as it quickly enveloped the figure, turning her into what was a Hollow. Angel had stood there shocked with her mouth wide open as she wondered what in the hell was happening now? She didn’t even know that she was evolving before her very eyes. The monster smiled as the gillian cloak had reappeared, and it was then that Angel had grasped the cold and hard message. She had failed to kill Santa and this being in front of her was in fact the Hollow.

It was then interestingly enough that she was reprimanded. She was asked what she thought committing suicide or even killing Santa would do. It was at this moment that she felt the weight on her shoulders increase as she had done the very thing she didn’t want to do. She had fed the monster Santa and caused her to grow ever stronger. She couldn’t take the feeling of guilt like that anymore. No, she refused to believe that she had done such a horrible act. The humiliation and the horror had made Angel...feel and see the color red in some ways. How she wanted the power to win! The power to kill the foul creature in front of her forever!

It was at the moment that the Garganta opened, Angel shouted. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP YOU MONSTER! STOP PLAYING WITH ME!” She would say this as Santa was explaining exactly what she planned on doing. She wouldn’t take the guilt and the blame that was on her shoulders. Santa was playing with her fragile little heart and her mind as well almost as if it were a rubix cube. Angel had heard every word and she had tried to block it out, but to no avail as she choked on what she recognized was tears. She was sobbing without even noticing and she clenched her Zanpakutou through the grimey filth. “AAAAAAGH!” She had ran...straight for Santa in a rage. She was now focusing all of her negative emotion into hatred.

She wanted to kill Santa with every fiber of her being, but she was sloppy and tired from the mental and physical stress of not even being able to sleep for two days. She found within a moment, she was pushed through the Garganta and into the streets of the Seireitei. She had coughed as she looked at the sun for the first time in a while. She had quickly scrambled onto her butt to see that the portal had closed. She had been damned with the responsibility of the death of others and now she was faced with a paradox for what everything Santa had said was true. Most likely nobody would believe her and if they did, not much could be done. She hated her weakness and wanted to destroy that fragile being in her heart.

Angel laid on the ground...looking drained of energy as she looked at the air. She was back in the Soul Society, the place she had left such a short time ago. However, it felt as if she was stuck in the eternity that was hell. She felt as if she was in a void of emptiness that was swallowing her as her coal black eyes blinked. She didn’t know how long she laid there, but eventually Angel stood without the ability to even think coherently at the moment. Angel had limped as she made her way to the Barracks to make her report, to take a shower, to get a proper meal, and then to fall unconscious. She didn’t know what to do otherwise right now, but her body needed the recovery more than anything. “Bitch Hollow...I’ll get stronger and kill you with my hands.” Thus...the adventure ended on a sour note for an Angel.

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

This is an unofficial senior member grading that must be approved by a mod:

I count 118 paragraphs total.

+590 CTP for Angel (you cannot train for TP, so it defaults to CTP)

+20 TTP for Ajora since 4 of her paragraphs were designated for techniques

+285 SP for Ajora

+500 CTP for Ajora for 10 class 8-3 hollow consumptions

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

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