Don't drink and rule Rome

Four fifty-three AM. A perfect time to sneak out of his mansion and find someone to eat. Emerging into the brisk night, Vereor Obscurum smiled slightly. It was an honest smile, very genuine. It showed his sharp, white teeth in an almost hypnotic glow at that time of night. Shrugging on his trench-coat fully, for he hadn't slid it on completely walking out the door, he left the buckles and zippers undone, letting the cool air breeze through his thick hair and coat, causing much flapping in his immediate vicinity. Strolling down the freshly paved driveway of his home, he emerged onto the sidewalk and stared down the alley to his left. Turning swiftly, he quickly strode into the crevice of space between two large buildings. Vereor's home was in a very odd place, positioned behind the commercial district of home.

This was not an accident. Many homeless lived near the commercial district, and none complained if they disappeared. Besides, after skinned, they weren't that bad. Especially a fried liver. The alcohol already soaked through it from the drunk hobo's day to day lives managed to get him drunk on occasion, something he didn't think possible. Licking his lips with a cold tongue in anticipation, Vereor ignored the wind that began to pick up and increased his pace. For an odd reason, none were to be found tonight. Now that would just not do. As his cannibalistic stomach growled, Vereor too growled. He was hungry, and food was important. Stalking through the night, his view changed from dark shadows and cold brick walls to many shops and heavy street lighting. Annoyed at the light's presence (though it did nothing to impair his health) Vereor's face shifted into a scowl as his fists grew tight in anger. Why weren't there any homeless? Either he ate them all, or he was doing very well as leader of Rome.

Fuck The Fates. It didn't even make sense that he led Rome. Sighing, he sometimes thought about revealing who he truly was, but that would be bad. He may even die. Perking his ears up, he swore he heard a sound. Turning to the direction of the scuffle he heard mere seconds before, Vereor launched forward, running very quickly into another alley. There. Perfect. He had found at least a snack. A small boy, clearly homeless, with dimples in his scared cheeks and dirty brown hair (which matched his dirty brown clothing) huddled in a corner, frightened out of his tiny mind. Now this just wouldn't do.

Time to relieve him of that fear. Sauntering on over, Vereor reached out his hand for the boy, whom took in a deep breath to scream. Bursting forward, His hand clamped over the child's mouth before even the breath was completely drawn. What he took in was half air and half flesh. Forcing his hand into the child's throat, his sharp nails scratched at his esophagus as tears welled up in the struggling boys eyes. His other arm snapping forward, the kid soon found a puncture wound in his belly as Vereor's nails slid quickly and cleanly through his flesh. Reaching in slightly deeper, Vereor's hand stretched the mouth and neck of the boy like holy hell. Grabbing everything he could, Vereor ripped out mainly throat flesh, saliva, and air from his throat. Blood poured from the wounds into his chest and stomach.

His other hand found several organs, which were quickly removed. The intense pain and fear drove the boy swiftly into unconsciousness, and then death. It was very quick. Laying the child out before him, he didn't give a damn who saw at the moment. All he knew was his hunger was taking over. Slamming the organ pieces clutched in his hand straight down his throat, he didn't even take time to chew. After that though, after feeling the greasy chunks of flesh slide down his throat, he was sated. Slightly. Tearing into the rest of the boy, blood nearly covered him as his carcass was split from naval to chin by a sharp nail. Vereor had much practice with this. Consuming the heart and liver quickly, he continued on his merry feast, cracking bones and munching them like potato chips.

Finishing quickly, he knew he was fucked if he was caught. Now that he had finished and his hunger had truly been curbed, his senses (or at least, what was left of them) returned. Lifting the split and defiled corpse into the air, he tossed it in a dumpster. Pulling a set of matches from his pocket, he tore one off. Striking it against the back of his thumb nail, a fire instantly sparked on the tip. Lighting the rest of the package, he tossed that too into the dumpster. Rubbing his blood-soaked hands together for warmth, he huddled by the fire for a while, drying the blood. Since it was so dark and he had cleaned (by licking) most of the blood from his flesh off, it merely looked as if he were wearing dark clothing. Though he stank of flesh, he was, for the most part, safe. Emerging once more from the alley way after ten minutes, he headed for home slowly, leisurely. It was time to relax.

Being sent to the human world was a serious drag, not only did no hollows show up, Seisoku was in one of his moods making it hard for Gouzen to sleep. The town was quiet and nothing could disturb Gouzen's relaxed mood. The scent of blood filled the air rather quickly, it was strong whoever died just died and their killer was getting away. Being woken up by the scent this day seemed to be looking up. Gouzen finally up grabbed Seisoku and started heading to the where the scent was coming from. Running through the dark town the scent seemed to be getting stronger and some spiritual energy can be felt.

This is what I am talking about.

Landing on a house Gouzen saw some person walking all alone. He seemed to be covered in something dark at first glance. At second glance Gouzen can easily see that it is blood. He jumped in front of the person giving him an evil stare. After what the person did there was really no need for any introductions. Gouzen charged at the person and went for a punch straight at his face. The man needed to be punished, it was the perfect reason to let loose.

Well wasn't that amusing. A decent meal and an interesting fight. Or rather, he hoped it was interesting. Calmly ducking, Vereor launched himself backwards via a tight roll, before flipping up from the ground and landing smoothly on his feet. "Well wasn't that anti-climactic?" He asked, before grinning largely. This idiot is wasting his time. That could not be allowed. In the light of the flickering fire behind him that burned the violated corpse to ash, Vereor's grin grew into a sadistic smirk. Perhaps he could make enough room in his stomach to allow for some more flesh.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did eating the only thing that my body allows to be consumed for sustenance piss you off? Did you hear his struggling sounds as I slaughtered and fed from him? Does it upset you that he shall never see the light of day?" Vereor asked, staring at the man intently. "Or does it frighten you to know that it may happen to you, next, and your fear is what sparks your anger. After all, if I die, you don't get eaten. If." Vereor explained, before not moving at all. He stood perfectly, stock still. Not even his hair moved in the dying wind. It was very odd.

"Now I am in a good mood. I just fed, and nothing would please me more then to go home and sleep a little before I need to awaken and rule this city. Nothing, of course, except for ripping apart an arrogant little punk limb by limb, cell by cell. Now, I am giving you one warning. Move out of my way before I devour you whole."

Huh, really if you think your in a good mood I am about to crazy.

The evil stare was mostly to show the person how serious Gouzen was about the fight, but really if the scent of blood did not fill the air Gouzen would not even be here. This person was sure he can beat Gouzen even though he just dodged a punch which a squirrel can dodge. This was going to be fun. Gouzen put a smile on his face getting in a fight right after he woke up why couldn't every day be like this. The main thing that got Gouzen was the fact that the man talked about eating him thats a little creepy, but makes the fight that much more fun.

You can't seriously expect me to believe that you ate the person and now you want to eat me.

Gouzen needed an explanation for the man's words even though they did not mean anything to him his captain might want to know what happened. Gouzen charged at the man again going for another punch for the face. He could not just wait for the man to attack him and he likes to make the first attack.

Vereor's grin grew wider. He had been thinking about it, and decided a fun would surely be interesting. If only he wasn't so weak, things might get interesting. He knew that certain species of beings could increase their power through a specific release. He knew that he needed to coax this guy into releasing. Twirling to the left, he merely dodged the punch once again. Sliding a hand into his pocket, he pulled from it a femur bone he had saved from the kid he had just consumed. Cracking it open with one bite, he used the jagged end to pick his teeth.

"Oh, believe it man. Now... if you are not going to fight correctly, I guess I will." He answered, before activating The Darkness. A very swift transformation rapidly took place next. The first was his eyes. Changing from the casual green they were, they shifted into a glowing red which soon bled through his scelera and caused the entire sections of his head dedicated to visual reception to glow a harsh, crimson red. The next was the liquid Darkness. From those red eyes bled a black metal-like substance that covered his hands completely as he raised them to meet the streams. For some odd reason, not a drop of this splashed to the shadowed ground.

The Darkness that covered his hands formed large, black glove-like encasement over his hands that formed sharp blade-like knives on his hands, tipping his fingers. Basically, they were really big claws. That was only the beginning, however. A large rip filled the air as his blood-soaked trench coat ripped. From his back emerged six very large tentacles. About ten feet long and a foot thick, they were quite intimidating. Especially the top two, which had large reptilian heads. These heads split down the middle to reveal very large mouths filled with sets of teeth that could easily slice through and penetrate flesh. The best part were the glowing red eyes that sat on their heads though. These eyes also glowed red, illuminating the dark blackness of the tentacles. The best though were the features.

His entire face turned gaunt, thinning out, paling out, and growing large fangs. As the natural black aura he produced fuzzed into existence around him, pure fear, pain, insanity, and cannibalism exuded from his form. Taking a slow step forward, he disappeared. Vereor too had a skill like shunpo, it was Shadow Step. Appearing directly behind Gouzen, he shot his thick, fast, sharp hand towards his back, hoping to penetrate through the spine and cause paralysis.

Well this was surely interesting. Just by eating a bone the Vereor turned into some disgusting looking monster. It was probably one of the most sick things Gouzen has ever seen. Next thing Gouzen saw after the transformation was the man disappear and reappear behind him. There was no way a human can learn shunpo so it must be a move that he invented. It didn't matter not Gouzen could still see him but the bad part about getting behind him is that Vereor has forced Gouzen to unsheathe his sword. As the claw came closer Gouzen turned to the side and unsheathed Seisoku stopping the claw. The pure force of this human was amazing but Gouzen could take it.

Great now you made me unsheathe my sword.

This was just perfect, the main reason Gouzen never unsheathed his zanpakatou is that every time he does Seisoku wants to be released. Until Gouzen releases him, he will not stop talking. Some things are just unavoidable, the tentacles were a big problem and would Gouzen to keep his distant.

Appear like a ghost. Seisoku Yoroi.

The instant Gouzen said its name the entire sword blade, hilt and sheathe disappeared. With nothing blocking the way of the claw jumped back dodging the claw and putting some distant between himself and Vereor. Now a little far from Vereor, Gouzen created two katana in each of his hands. This fight was no going to get a little messy.

Hissing, Phobos and Deimos slithered around in the air from his back, watching Gouzen intently as he flipped out of the way and released shikai. There we go! That was what Vereor wanted! Grinning quite largely, his fangs practically glowed from his face. "Now this could be fun..." Vereor mentioned calmly, before dropping both arms to the ground. with his palms pointing towards the ground, a thin, black chord seemed to generate from his palms, writhing towards the ground. Rearing back his hands, he quickly flicked them forward, his tentacles growing to nearly twenty five feet in mid-air. Tipping each tentacle was a bulbous appendage layered with spikes.

Whipping towards Gouzen quickly and many times, the black chords cracked in the air over and over and over again. Slithering behind him, Phobos and Deimos' eyes watched intently towards Gouzen, waiting for trickery. Whipping harder and faster, Vereor's grin grew wider. What were his swords going to do against tentacles that could be regrown, and that was assuming he could cut through them. Even if he could, it wouldn't take long to regrow them. Leaping into the air, he smirked as the bottom four tentacles on his back melded together to form elegant, black wings. Flapping them hard, he rose into the air but still stayed close enough to whip with his hands. No longer needing to even move his arms, the whips did it automatically. After all, they were tentacles. Purely muscle, he could control them completely.

Grinning like a maniac, Vereor's eyes bulged out of his head, the red glow permeating the air around them as his flapping wings both picked up the wind around them and blocked out a few street lights. He just couldn't wait for it. He couldn't wait for this boy's blood to cover his hands and he could consume it. What he really wanted was for the thick, red fluid that circuited through his body to gush down his throat. He wanted the salty, crimson lifeforce on his tongue. He needed to smell the iron just under his nostrils. He needed this. His eyes bulging wider, a dark laugh generated from his chest and filled the air. Cackling madly, Vereor's stomach actually growled.

Vereor was doing to much. All of it was just a little to flashy for Gouzen's tastes. Those two snake-like things Phobos and Deimos went behind Vereor, Gouzen expected them to attack first but things happen. He had whips everywhere making any chance of close-range combat useless. That was going to be the bad part considering Gouzen loves close-combat, so now he would actually need to fully use Seisoku. Releasing his swords Gouzen looked down in shame for what he was about to do. The swords disappeared the same as the appeared.

Octopus Eight.

From where the swords disappeared eight spiked whips appeared. Four in each hand Gouzen holding the end of each one. His head still down he jumped into the air reaching about the same height as Vereor making Gouzen go this far was truly an achievement. Starting to spin all eight of the whips, Gouzen slowly began to look up. Tentacles versus whips, Vereor's tentacles looked strong so lets see who is actually better.

Whips. That was interesting. Too bad they weren't interesting enough. Vereor still wanted to eat this boy. See, the thing was that his "whips" still weren't whips. They were tentacles. And they were retractable. Flapping hard, Vereor shot forward with speed, snapping his whip-like tentacles to block Gouzen's own whips until he got about a meter away. Disappearing, he had used his Shadow step in order to appear behind the shinigami. The tentacles from his palms began winding their way around Gouzen at this point, in an attempt to completely encase him. If that wasn't enough, Phobos and Deimos began snapping at him, attempting to carve out large chunks of flesh in order to stop him from living.

Howling sadistically, Vereor couldn't wait to bathe in this man's blood.

Just great. Vereor used that move again that seemed like shunpo to get behind Gouzen. To make things worse Vereor's tentacles were fixing to encase Gouzen and Phobos and Deimos were just waiting. This will require a lot of movement. Gouzen started moving his body around making his whips fly everywhere. With the spikes of the whips hitting the each tentacles they could not last long against this torture. The real thing was what to do if he gets out. Phobos and Deimos were ready for Gouzen and he did not know if Vereous could regenerate his tentacles or not. This was a bad situation Gouzen was in, this battle did not seem to be going his way at all.

Having not been able to dodge his attack, Gouzen was struck by Phobos and Deimos. Large chunks of flesh were ripped out of his left shoulder and right arm, the blood pouring. This really got Vereor off. He wanted it. He needed it. As his wings disintegrated back into tentacles, the two fell from the sky, seeing as Vereor's tentacles still held the struggling, flailing Gouzen. "And now my child...time for a little taste..." Vereor whispered, before leaning his head in close to Gouzen's neck. His hot breath that smelled of decaying flesh escaped quickly from his mouth as thoughts of feeding from this kid got him excited. Opening his mouth slowly, the large fangs that had formed in his mouth after his transformation were glistening with saliva.

Leaning in closer, he ignored the whips that Gouzen was flailing around. He was far too busy at the moment to care. Positioning his head in the crook of Gouzen's neck, his eyes slid shut contentedly. The tips of his teeth grazed Gouzen's neck, and he let out a small moan as he forced his fangs over the delicious flesh just above the wounds from Phobos and Deimos, which bled profusely. The two sneered at Gouzen in pleasure as Vereor's instinct took over, and his jaw snapped close.