03-31-2018, 01:03 PM
The trio of Hollows looked into the dim light of Serraph's eyes before they finally closed, marking him finally as asleep. The others would look to each other.
"He's asleep... what now?", The Glutton would inquire, peering at the Arrancar corpse Serraph slept upon.
"He's our Master now... we should act on his wishes.", the Harlot would snap, her tendrils twitching at her side.
"What wishes? We received no orders from him. I say we continue our meal! Ha ha!"
"You're always eating... haven't you had enough?"
"Haven't you had enough of pleasing the prisoners before we devour them? What is the point?"
"You know what?", the more feminine one said before snaking her way over to the cages, her various tendrils stretching out to wrap around each individual padlock, each appendage tightening around them. "Given our new Master's claims, I say we free these prisoners. After all, we shouldn't continue treating them in this manner and risk endangering our dear cutie~... I mean Master." Her grip would tighten like a vice, crushing the Iron locks with ease. One by one they'd snap off, shards of broken metal raining into the dust below. The tendrils would recede and the doors would fling open as the crowd of civilians rushed for freedom. Many of them would attempt to flee the camp seeing this as an opportunity for freedom, but the hollows who had remained silent during the previous Ideal formed a monstrous wall the civilians couldn't hope to scale.
Many of them voiced cries of anger and confusion, their fists raised defiantly at the hulking beasts. The beasts themselves remained motionless as statues, daring not let a single man, woman, or child to pass. The small hollowed imp would climb atop one of these monstrous beings, his eyes piercing deep into crowd.
"We cannot let you go. Nippur is still too dangerous for you to just rush home. It is unfortunate but you all will remain here until our Master is awoken.", the little hollow's voice boomed over the camp, silencing the crowd. A shower of gloom covered them, but a single man's fist still remained, a small device raise proudly to the midnight sky.
"Rejoice! Our glorious king has returned to us! He sits upon his throne once more!", called the voice.
The wall of hollows turned their heads to look at each other, low, quiet whispers transferring between them. No doubt they were nervous. They served the man who devoured many of their friends and family and these people were forced to watch them do it. Gilgamesh was renown for being insanely powerful. How could they possibly survive the consequences of what they have done?
Meanwhile joy had spread among the freed, yet still detained, prisoners and they reveled around the roaring fire about their reborn king. Many called or attempted to call friends and families to spread the good news on a variety of devices. Others broke out drinks and food they had smuggled on their bodies while others used the fire to lessen the grotesqueness of the so called rations provided by the Hollows.
Thankfully their Master forbade them all from letting them in that particular secret.
"He's asleep... what now?", The Glutton would inquire, peering at the Arrancar corpse Serraph slept upon.
"He's our Master now... we should act on his wishes.", the Harlot would snap, her tendrils twitching at her side.
"What wishes? We received no orders from him. I say we continue our meal! Ha ha!"
"You're always eating... haven't you had enough?"
"Haven't you had enough of pleasing the prisoners before we devour them? What is the point?"
"You know what?", the more feminine one said before snaking her way over to the cages, her various tendrils stretching out to wrap around each individual padlock, each appendage tightening around them. "Given our new Master's claims, I say we free these prisoners. After all, we shouldn't continue treating them in this manner and risk endangering our dear cutie~... I mean Master." Her grip would tighten like a vice, crushing the Iron locks with ease. One by one they'd snap off, shards of broken metal raining into the dust below. The tendrils would recede and the doors would fling open as the crowd of civilians rushed for freedom. Many of them would attempt to flee the camp seeing this as an opportunity for freedom, but the hollows who had remained silent during the previous Ideal formed a monstrous wall the civilians couldn't hope to scale.
Many of them voiced cries of anger and confusion, their fists raised defiantly at the hulking beasts. The beasts themselves remained motionless as statues, daring not let a single man, woman, or child to pass. The small hollowed imp would climb atop one of these monstrous beings, his eyes piercing deep into crowd.
"We cannot let you go. Nippur is still too dangerous for you to just rush home. It is unfortunate but you all will remain here until our Master is awoken.", the little hollow's voice boomed over the camp, silencing the crowd. A shower of gloom covered them, but a single man's fist still remained, a small device raise proudly to the midnight sky.
"Rejoice! Our glorious king has returned to us! He sits upon his throne once more!", called the voice.
The wall of hollows turned their heads to look at each other, low, quiet whispers transferring between them. No doubt they were nervous. They served the man who devoured many of their friends and family and these people were forced to watch them do it. Gilgamesh was renown for being insanely powerful. How could they possibly survive the consequences of what they have done?
Meanwhile joy had spread among the freed, yet still detained, prisoners and they reveled around the roaring fire about their reborn king. Many called or attempted to call friends and families to spread the good news on a variety of devices. Others broke out drinks and food they had smuggled on their bodies while others used the fire to lessen the grotesqueness of the so called rations provided by the Hollows.
Thankfully their Master forbade them all from letting them in that particular secret.
"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!"