Post by Sargon Denumic on Apr 17, 2017 18:11:20 GMT -5
Moving upon the sands of the dimension that had caused such boredom over the last few decades the black steed his hooves burning the sand into glass stood on his four legs looking over the vast grave that he had finally finished assembling. In front of him only a few yards away, a mountain of Hollow corpses cut and blasted apart blood oozing from their bodies until the sand itself was drenched in what remained of them. Sargon the Tercera Espada had awoken a brief time ago shortly after his second Fraccion Zegram had been accepted and he had began to train the young Arrancar on how to serve him as his personal assassin.
The awakening hadn't been easy. Plagued by headaches virtually every moment and every instant that he retained consciousness Sargon's true past and thus his real identity claimed back to the surface of his soul and thus he had regained his true visage as the one true king. While he hadn't informed anyone of what had happened as normally about it really changed the situation he was in at the moment he did feel the need to change someone about himself. He was bored and had been for a while since joining the Espada in an attempt to relieve his boredom. At the moment that was still the best way to try and obtain some fun so he continued to play along as one of Kouhai's elite Arrancar.
It was no secret though to any of the Espada that had met him or Kouhai himself that Sargon wasn't loyal and was only in the organization for amusement. Upon awakening though his potential amusement was dashed even more so for the simple fact that his zanpakuto now felt odd in his grasp. It wasn't as if Sargon didn't know how to use the blade as he had throughout centuries of combat yet it wasn't his preferred weapon of choice. His memories returning had brought with them a forgotten enjoyment that a different weapon brought the centaur who now held out the pitch black blade in the direction of the mountain of corpses.
In an instant the sand that the corpses lay upon turned to lava and sank into the burning depths of Sargon's influence disintegrating and becoming a part of the lava itself. Slowly walking forwards Sargon holding both of his long swords in his hands looked down into the lava that he now stood upon and allowed his blades to drop from his grasp. The zanpakuto splashed in the lava retaining its shape for a brief moment only to then begin to melt becoming nothing, but more lava beneath Sargon's hooves. The glowing eyes of the centaur looked down into the lava as his right hand extended and after a few moments a long pitch black pole seemed to rise up from the lava itself.
Grabbing ahold of the pole Sargon pulled and in that moment his new zanpakuto was born. A unique weapon that seemed to be either a rensuar or a trident or perhaps a fusion of the two together. A polearm of pitch black heat with a long shaft that ended in two different ways. At the base of the polearm was a single blade similar to a knife. While on the other side at the head of the weapon there be the truly dangerous portion. A long blade matching what one would expect from a spear head stood in the center of three curved blades resembling that of an axe. Each blade facing a different direction at one hundred and eighty degrees of difference between them all. This wasn't a normal weapon and it was time that it was used once again to reek havok upon creation.
The awakening hadn't been easy. Plagued by headaches virtually every moment and every instant that he retained consciousness Sargon's true past and thus his real identity claimed back to the surface of his soul and thus he had regained his true visage as the one true king. While he hadn't informed anyone of what had happened as normally about it really changed the situation he was in at the moment he did feel the need to change someone about himself. He was bored and had been for a while since joining the Espada in an attempt to relieve his boredom. At the moment that was still the best way to try and obtain some fun so he continued to play along as one of Kouhai's elite Arrancar.
It was no secret though to any of the Espada that had met him or Kouhai himself that Sargon wasn't loyal and was only in the organization for amusement. Upon awakening though his potential amusement was dashed even more so for the simple fact that his zanpakuto now felt odd in his grasp. It wasn't as if Sargon didn't know how to use the blade as he had throughout centuries of combat yet it wasn't his preferred weapon of choice. His memories returning had brought with them a forgotten enjoyment that a different weapon brought the centaur who now held out the pitch black blade in the direction of the mountain of corpses.
In an instant the sand that the corpses lay upon turned to lava and sank into the burning depths of Sargon's influence disintegrating and becoming a part of the lava itself. Slowly walking forwards Sargon holding both of his long swords in his hands looked down into the lava that he now stood upon and allowed his blades to drop from his grasp. The zanpakuto splashed in the lava retaining its shape for a brief moment only to then begin to melt becoming nothing, but more lava beneath Sargon's hooves. The glowing eyes of the centaur looked down into the lava as his right hand extended and after a few moments a long pitch black pole seemed to rise up from the lava itself.
Grabbing ahold of the pole Sargon pulled and in that moment his new zanpakuto was born. A unique weapon that seemed to be either a rensuar or a trident or perhaps a fusion of the two together. A polearm of pitch black heat with a long shaft that ended in two different ways. At the base of the polearm was a single blade similar to a knife. While on the other side at the head of the weapon there be the truly dangerous portion. A long blade matching what one would expect from a spear head stood in the center of three curved blades resembling that of an axe. Each blade facing a different direction at one hundred and eighty degrees of difference between them all. This wasn't a normal weapon and it was time that it was used once again to reek havok upon creation.