07-13-2017, 04:51 PM
"Little Minion"
The foreign space emperor wasn't wrong. His purpose, his position, was one of servitude to his lord even if his intentions and desires fell elsewhere. As Omni, the great all powerful smiling one, ripped the Arrancar from his former seat among the Espada, Omni had freed him from whatever terms he held to the Primera Espada. This was, of course, assuming he to wasn't taken here as well. From his boring time here in the Nexus, Serraph could safely say that he was one of the only Arrancar here in this realm of existence.
"To strike hard at my heart strings so true, My Lord, you must have done this before.", Serraph would reply, a lone gloved finger moving to readjust his glasses. Serraph did indeed desire power. After all this is what came with knowledge, his primary sustenance of choice. Serraph would hold the greatest library known to creation, one in which all possibly knowledge would be inscribed within his very being. Surely that is the true meaning of God-hood, to know all that was, is, and will be.
His eyes would drift over to the other who held himself in a similar manner to the Napoleon-esque space emperor. Tall and hefty, the being showed not so clear signs of fatigue, something Serraph wasn't sure if he was even aware of such. Perhaps his reformation wasn't an initial one. So Omni was indeed true at his promise of immortality (assuming a certain stipulation was met of course).
Serraph would step in behind the two, his curious gaze never ceasing. His world was built around Humans and the souls they held within. Shinigami, Hollows, Quincies, and, dare he say, Bounts all were variants on what made Humans. These two clearly were something else entirely. They were foreign and alien making them more than worthy to catch Serraph's attention.
"I suspect you two will make this trip quite enjoyable.~"
The foreign space emperor wasn't wrong. His purpose, his position, was one of servitude to his lord even if his intentions and desires fell elsewhere. As Omni, the great all powerful smiling one, ripped the Arrancar from his former seat among the Espada, Omni had freed him from whatever terms he held to the Primera Espada. This was, of course, assuming he to wasn't taken here as well. From his boring time here in the Nexus, Serraph could safely say that he was one of the only Arrancar here in this realm of existence.
"To strike hard at my heart strings so true, My Lord, you must have done this before.", Serraph would reply, a lone gloved finger moving to readjust his glasses. Serraph did indeed desire power. After all this is what came with knowledge, his primary sustenance of choice. Serraph would hold the greatest library known to creation, one in which all possibly knowledge would be inscribed within his very being. Surely that is the true meaning of God-hood, to know all that was, is, and will be.
His eyes would drift over to the other who held himself in a similar manner to the Napoleon-esque space emperor. Tall and hefty, the being showed not so clear signs of fatigue, something Serraph wasn't sure if he was even aware of such. Perhaps his reformation wasn't an initial one. So Omni was indeed true at his promise of immortality (assuming a certain stipulation was met of course).
Serraph would step in behind the two, his curious gaze never ceasing. His world was built around Humans and the souls they held within. Shinigami, Hollows, Quincies, and, dare he say, Bounts all were variants on what made Humans. These two clearly were something else entirely. They were foreign and alien making them more than worthy to catch Serraph's attention.
"I suspect you two will make this trip quite enjoyable.~"
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"