Survival of the Fittest[THEOCELESE]

The wolf was not the only creature out looking for prey. In their retreat, a many Quincy were left behind. Either they were too weak, thought to be too weak to escape, or they made some "noble" attempt to assure their comrades could live to fight another day. They were stuck in Hueco Mundo, and most Hollow were no threats to them, to be sure, but there were other things that stalked the realm of eternal night. Theocelese, no matter which title one knew him as, be it Nightmare of Hueco Mundo, Lorde of Destruction, The Lion, or the many more, was one of these things right now. Not a man looking to seek retribution for the permanent loss of his brothers, but as the very thing the Arrancar detested. A monster only looking for mindless and senseless slaughter. He'd given into the rage and subsequently released the sealed powers within his Zanpakutou. Apollo's time would come, and with Shiro needing the day to recover from her savaging, now came the time for Theocelese to let loose. An combined avatar of the gods he worshipped, Theocelese sped across the white desert. Never stopping, never speaking. With shield on his back, sword strapped to the left side of his hip, and in both hands wielding a weapon, his double-ended spear in one, and Noxa in the other.



Theocelese in this state looked every part the noble man he was, but on the other side of this same coin, a terror to behold. The armor protecting much of his body, rather than bone-white like the other Arrancar of his era, was pitch black and engraved with golden edging. The top end of his greaves were decorated in the images of dual lions, noble faced as the man who wore them, but baring their teeth none-the-less. He'd long since resigned his helmet to the right side of his belt, letting it hang and bounce. Theocelese wanted the Quincy to know who killed them--He stopped abruptly. The Quincy saw him some kilometers away, and even if Theocelese hadn't been seen, he could be felt. The vile soldier of the Wandenreich began to run, but he did not know the true nature of Theocelese's aptitude with his spear. The weapon rose up, from a grip meant to fight with, to one meant to throw. One.Two.Three steps were taken, and the spear launched like an artillery shell in an arc. It sailed across the ivory expanse, descending faster with the aid of gravity. And then it hit home, impaling the Quincy's form at the shoulder--and in the extremely unlikely case she would make it out of this situation alive, that arm would be completely useless. Staked to the ground and wracked by pain, all that waited for the Lion's prey was to wait until the deed was done.



In a few uses of Sonido, Theocelese was there beside her. Noxa came to life, begging her master to let her sing and feast on the Quincy's flesh. The Arrancar, however, in his madness, could only remember his oath to Ares and Thanatos. Skins for the former, souls for the latter.



"Just kill me and be done with it, Hollow filth!" The woman cried.



Theocelese's reply? A chuckle, slow to build and filled with amusement. One would not think him capable of speech in this current mindset, oh but how an intoxicated mind could process the events around it. "You and I both know what I'm going to do to you will not be over with so quickly. Your kind has exterminated hundreds of my force," The former-Espada began. "You killed my sons and my daughters, leaving no hope for me to ever find them in the this life or the next." His daemonic voice boomed, echoing loudly, and he planted the axe in the sand. Grabbing the Quincy's face, he jerked it towards his own, forcing her to look at him. "No warrior should ever live on in name only! What you do is a crime against all of creation, and so in turn, I must match those crimes as best as I can." His grip on the Quincy's jaw so tight at this point, her teeth were cracked and became dislodged, and he cared not if they were spit out or fell into her stomach. For a few minutes, Theocelese punched the Quincy with no care where his fists landed, but he did so only with enough strength to leave bruises.



When at last the time came, his sword left its scabbard and in long, agonizing pieces, the Quincy was flayed alive until shock took her. Theocelese looked to have no care in his eyes, but he enjoyed the symphony of screams she let out. They soothed the rage, albeit slightly, but enough for the blanket of red staining his vision to creep back enough to do the task at hand. The resulting stack of skin was placed to the side in an obscenely neat fashion and his blade found itself uncleaned, but returned home. Not done yet, there was final act of brutalizing this body. He hefted Noxa up, and as the teeth on the axe churned, he swung it in a two-handed arc. The skull, now severed at the neck, flew some distance. Ares now had his gift, which began to dissipate into ash to return to his realm. Theocelese had his trophy, from which he would begin his dais of skulls and Thanatos, ever watchful for the kills made, took what was his. The body red body of sinew and gore shrunk inwards, becoming dried and emaciated. The first of many to come, Theocelese decided it best to leave the corpse on the spear.



A grim reminder for all who tread on Hueco Mundo's sands to beware He who hunted in Eternal Night.