Life, birth, blood, doom.
The cycle of souls. Throughout all of history, it had been the case. However, there are those certain... exceptions. The Hollows, for example. Those poor unfortunate souls that were turned into monsters after death. Oh yes, it was horrifying at first. But after awhile, one got used to being such a monster. One got used to that new instinct. One got used to the voices.
Well, the voices weren't there right away, they came later. But they weren't too difficult. Not at all for this particular woman. Then again, she always had that nagging at the back of her mind even before the voices. That certain "Thing" that called for her to kill and reap pain and sorrow wherever she went. It only got better, really.
Now she derived so much pleasure and joy from doing it! It was such a thrilling experience to kill, to hear the screams, and to see the looks on their faces.
She loved it so.
"...es..." To just... "Mis..." drink it was so delicious. "Mistress!"
The Espada pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned to the Fraccion behind her. "Mistress, I was beginning to worry..." He had a slight nervous tone. The Septima Espada tilted her head slightly. "Silly boy. You needn't worry about myself. Now, did you do what I asked?" The Fraccion's head lowered. His voice came out slow and nervous. "Th-there... Shinigami... I-I c-c-couldn't."
Something about the Septima, she hated failure. Hated it.
On the outside though, she smiled and with a raised arm, made a gesture to beckon the Fraccion closer. He dared not disobey. It would only end worse. Nonetheless, he shivered in the presence of the foreboding woman. Her very nature was one you feared when you were against her.
Kria's smiled faded. "You've served your purpose." In an instant, it was over. The Fraccion was dead. She had very little tolerance for failure. She couldn't even derive any pleasure from the pain of those around her when she was upset with such weakness.
She sighed. "I lose more Fraccion that way." She paused as she walked away. "In fact, I just won't bother with them anymore. The others can take all the Fraccion they want." The Espada continued to mutter this for a while, recounting the pathetic Fraccion that she had working for her at various points. "Feh, I'm better off just doing even those minor errands myself."
The weak disgusted Kria. The strong were her favorite. It was so pleasurable to tear them down from their high horses and destroy their ideals of power. And it was their blood that really did taste the best in wine. The Septima licked her lips as she thought about the taste. She made sure to savor all of the best drinks she'd had. And all the best screams she heard as well, really.
...
The sky was as black as always. Kria gazed up at it. "No limit for my reach. Be it ground or sky, I can hunt anything I want." She paused and scowled as she looked down to the ground. "Though I must admit I do much prefer the open air to the rough earth." The Septima once more shifted her gaze, opening her coat slightly as to get a better look at her Zanpakuto. After a moment, she drew it.
"Feast." The feathers covered her as the clothing vanished. The wings sprouted.
Kria soared through the black sky of Hueco Mundo. This was her favorite rush of all. Even above slowly and carefully drawing out someone's pain. The sheer freedom of it all. In the sky, only one thing ruled her. And that was Kria herself.
After awhile, she turned around and flew back to her original takeoff point. When she landed, she began to look back on the events of the day, her Resurrection slowly ending and leaving itself into the Zanpakuto which became sheathed once more. Really, these events, this pattern, it was quite common.
It was another normal day for the Septima Espada.
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