A thin black cord stretched across the azure sky. The cord expanded into that of a ripple. Within was nothing but a dark void, and an even darker figure. One step forward was all that was needed to reveal his face. It was Bane.
He was amptly named so. Hollows, Arrancars, both are a bane to all existences. Quincys hate them, Shinigami hate them, and hell, even some Vizards and Humans hate them. The entire universe is filled with hate for these creatures. Some want to change it, some may even want to give these Arrancars a chance.
But Bane won't.
He will kill all his enemies, all who stand in the way of Arrancar advancement.
Just when he felt his thoughts had strayed to far, the emerald eyes gazed upon the lone body of a single Shinigami. Though one could not see through his turban, a smile crept on his face. His body landed in front of the Shinigami, his Arrancar robe swayed aimlessly in the wind. His cold eyes were enough to burn a hole through the Shinigami's head.
The Shinigami was struck with fear, yet he kept his composure. He drew his zanpaktou and yelled for help.
"I found an Arrancar! I found an Arrancar! Repeat! I found an A-"
The Shinigami did not live to finish his sentence.
His head rolled off his shoulders as one of the blades on Bane's scythe was stained with a crimson liquid that flowed like molasses. One vertical swing with his right hand was enough to roll a large portion of the blood off of the blade, as Bane awaited for his next victim to feed his scythe.
He was amptly named so. Hollows, Arrancars, both are a bane to all existences. Quincys hate them, Shinigami hate them, and hell, even some Vizards and Humans hate them. The entire universe is filled with hate for these creatures. Some want to change it, some may even want to give these Arrancars a chance.
But Bane won't.
He will kill all his enemies, all who stand in the way of Arrancar advancement.
Just when he felt his thoughts had strayed to far, the emerald eyes gazed upon the lone body of a single Shinigami. Though one could not see through his turban, a smile crept on his face. His body landed in front of the Shinigami, his Arrancar robe swayed aimlessly in the wind. His cold eyes were enough to burn a hole through the Shinigami's head.
The Shinigami was struck with fear, yet he kept his composure. He drew his zanpaktou and yelled for help.
"I found an Arrancar! I found an Arrancar! Repeat! I found an A-"
The Shinigami did not live to finish his sentence.
His head rolled off his shoulders as one of the blades on Bane's scythe was stained with a crimson liquid that flowed like molasses. One vertical swing with his right hand was enough to roll a large portion of the blood off of the blade, as Bane awaited for his next victim to feed his scythe.