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Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

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Whether you’re a Human, Shinigami or Arrancar, anyone who looks at me like they’re underestimating my power, I’ll smash every one of ‘em into oblivion! | Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 

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“They’re all cowards, every damn one of them. Whatever. I’ll just consume them. As they become my flesh and blood, they will see beyond. I…I am the king!”

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「Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez」 character from BLEACH

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This World Is Going to Burn (Summoning Grimmjow)

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The woman didn’t hear Grimmjow so blatantly put her Lord Voldemort as insignificant, still seething at the thought of her most hated enemies but she straightened herself up. Turning around and hearing what her servant was saying next had a grin growing on her face though. She wasn’t at all terrified at how sinister the man was growing, her mind far too gone to process the dangers or show any fear at it.

A deranged smile made its way on the woman’s face seeing as they have seemed to found their agreement. “With that out of the way, what do you say to finding some insignificant worms to hunt down?” she said with such honey dripping from her tone, amusement playing across her features.

She just looked so alive with the madness in her eyes. Bellatrix had once been a fair woman, one who was a good pick to be a Pureblood wife if it wasn’t for the inherent psychotic tendencies borne of Blacks. But time in Azkaban had weathered down her beauty wherein her beauty now only alighted when she became dangerous, like a predator on the prowl.

The sooner they killed the competition, the sooner she would get her wish and return to her beloved lord. But where to start?

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For Grimmjow, this wasn't sinister, not by a long shot. No, when he was being this loud, this open about his intentions, as creepy as they were, it was as honest as he could be. When he was quiet, he was sinister, but when he was like this, it was just meant to be intimidating. Which, from his Master's reaction, she didn't really find him to be, a fact that would probably irritate him.

But not now. Not when it seemed he'd finally managed to talk some sense into the woman. Closing his eyes, he let his pesquisacomb the area - although it would only sense those with some ability, it'd at least mean the people could seehim. "It's not going to take too long, if you're only hunting worms."

That was the look he'd been hoping to see in someone else's eyes for so long, that hunger, that desire to kill. Laughing, his hand would wrap around her arm, usingsonidoto move them closer to a small group of people, staring down at them. "After all, the hunt's over before it's even begun. But now, here's the good part."

Grinning, he began to slowly point at each of them in turn, as if he was picking out who to strike first. "Any requests, or should I just destroy them all?"

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;Honest Mistake [Open//01]

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Thought so much of herself? Why, of course; Ultimecia was really the only being that mattered in the whole universe. Everyone else pales in comparison to the time witch, for there is no one greater than her… At least, that’s what Ultimecia thinks.

But now she begins to chuckle, because this man is obviously an idiot, and an entertaining one at that. Normally Ultimecia just chucks out the trash before it’s even graced with her presence, but she’ll let this man talk for now. All the idiocy he’s spouting is making her day better. ” I am, for all the low-some insekts like yourself seem to flock to me to catch a glimpse of true beauty and power, “ she laughs. “ Though, you seem a bit more dull than the others. Is it really that hard for you to find a stationary person? “ oh, she’s mocking you now. You should feel fortunate!

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Oh, now the woman was insulting him? Really, that was funny. She actually thought he was going to bother lookingfor her, that he would waste his time walking through the tower any further. She was going to have to move soon, though. Otherwise, she'd definitely be regretting mocking him.

Using sonido, he'd follow in the wake of the cero he'd aimed at the voice he'd been hearing, grinning. He wasn't even going to need to draw his sword, was he, if all she had been doing was hiding away and talking. No, just his 'free' abilities, unless she deserved more.

"You really want to piss me off, don't you? Making my waste my time looking for you. Would've thought you'd at least look intimidating, with such arrogant words." Walking towards her, he grinned, gaze darting about the room. "Scared, woman? You can't hide, and I'm not going to let you run."

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For the entire city itself, Ultimecia had a low opinion of it. There was little to do— or rather— there was little that interested the classy sorceress. Her master was powerful, sure, but she still thought of him as an imp, and as such, decided that spending time apart from him was time well spent.

But, there was no where for the witch to really have some alone time to herself. The city was full of insects, wandering around, either making friends or fighting… Neither of which piqued her interest, either. In order to make the realm she desired, she would need patience and wait until the time would come where she could take the grail and make her wish…

So, until then, she has made her “home” (or at least, where she spends most of her time) in the large clock tower. Hardly anyone came to the tower and if they did, it would be difficult to find the woman in its depths…

At least, that was what she had presumed until she heard footsteps nearing her location. Ultimecia continued to sit on a brilliant throne that had been made by her magic, not really bothering to even look in the direction of the noise. ” Don’t tell me you’re lost, “ she finally speaks to the stranger that had made the mistake of coming into this place. “ What kould you possibly want here? Or are you just wandering around like a fool? “

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This city was so very boring. So many people fighting, and none of them were even worth his time, all either injured, or too pathetic to bother with, and the ones that weren't fighting weredisgusting.

Even Hueco Mundo had more excitement, just. If it wasn't for that chance at the Grail, Grimmjow would have simply left this place. As it was, he saw no reason to do much, other thantryto find something to do. Somewhere to go, where he wasn't surrounded by beings he could crush with no effort.

Somehow, he'd ended up in a clock tower, able to sense the presence of only one other inside. A normal person wouldn't be here, which meant it had to be an opponent, the realisation causing Grimmjow to smile as he stalked through the tower. If he could sense the other being, it would have to be someone of interest to him, surely.

The throne was a nice touch, really. She obviously thought much of herself, to do such a thing, but to set up in an area like this with so little security? He'd been hoping for some entertainment on the way, but the Sexta had simply walked through the silly tower to get to her

"Watch your tongue, woman. Or does hiding away make you think you're strong?" He hadn't found her just yet, but that hardly mattered - he could tell where her voice was coming from, and that was enough. "Well? You gonna come face me, or shall we do this the hard way?"

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This World Is Going to Burn (Summoning Grimmjow)

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Bellatrix sneered when the man apparated behind her but he stopped her with his words and the power his mere presence was exuding. It thrilled her and she shuddered in excitement but she dare not turn around to show the lewd expression on her face. It just reminded her so much of her beloved lord. They said that too about her lord, that he had no heart and that he could not love, that he was a monster but she believed differently.

Her deformed mind twisted his words and believed him to be talking about the Dark Lord. Her arms wound around and embraced herself at the thought; “Don’t speak in such a way about my lord; he has a heart! A heart for the Purebloods poisoned for the blood traitors and for me! His most trusted and loyal lieutenant,” she spat heatedly, back still turned to the Espada. “And when we win our war, he will reward me. He will finally love me and make me his queen and we will rule our world together. I will burn this world and every other one if I have to! BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND! MAKE EVERY USELESS WORM WRITHE IN AGONY AS I DESTROY THEIR WORLD! KILL! KILL THEM ALL!”

She had despised being married to Rodolphus Lestrange, only having done so to continue the Pureblood tradition. She had been allies, comrades with the man but nothing else and it was as allies and comrades still when they had punished those blood traitors, the Longbottoms. She loved her lord, only her lord and she had even rejoiced when she saw her husband die during the Battle of Hogwarts.

The woman had stayed in Azkaban for Voldemort. Only the thought of him kept her going even as the Dementors drove her mad, the thought of him the only thing that let her keep one last shred of sanity. She never believed that a little baby killed her lord, no, that had been all a lie! That Potter boy was no match for someone like him! It was that old man’s Dumbledore’s doing; his manipulations and machinations.

Without realizing, she had leaned back on her familiar’s body with a sigh while thinking of her lord. And she would never know of it unless the blue haired man pointed it out as, in the next moment, she lashed out and screamed, destroying the top of the building across them in a great explosion. The thought of the supposed Boy Who Lived and the Light Lord infuriated her to no end. She couldn’t wait to kill them all and burn all they loved to the ground.

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Yeah, she definitely was reminding him of the Cuatro. Shaking his head, he waited for her to finish talking, staring at her over his shoulder. He'd noticed the shiver that had run through her, the fact that she was leaning against him, that she almost seemed... afraid of him? No, that wasn't right, was it? For the first time this evening, perhaps, he'd remain silent on that topic. After all, what she'd said, and what she'd done, had given him much to think on.

The explosion really was a nice touch to end her sentiment on. No, Grimmmjow thought he could understand her, now, comparing her to his former comerade - she didn't wish to be the ruler, but she wanted to be in power, and her belief was the only way to achieve that was to serve, to be loyal.

What bullshit. He was sure that Aizen had known that his act of loyalty was nothing more than that, and what had the man done? Promoted him, given him power, not punished him for pretty much any of his infractions. If you were a slave to the King, how would you ever be noticed? At least this meant that he could figure out how to get his current Master to give him what he wanted. Not that, from the vehemence of her words, she would have had a problem with it.

"Why the fuck would I talk about him? I don't care about your human wars, but whatever..." Well, that probably wasn't an intelligent way to start, was it? Thinking things through was such a hassle. "You want the same thing I do. To destroy them, to make them understand just how weak they are, why they shouldn't have dared to do whatever the hell pissed you off, right?"

It was probably better for her that she wasn't looking at him, his grin almost impossibly large as he continued to speak. "Grind them into the dirt, and make them realize just how strong you are, before destroying them? Teach them a lesson, that you're better than they could ever hope to be, and that trying to defy that truth is an intolerable insult? You want to kill them all, don't you?" A faint note of excitement was coloring his voice. Normally, it would make someone seem approachable, but on Grimmjow... it was terrifying.

"Good..."  If he was going to serve, it was for one purpose, and one purpose only; to kill and crush anyone who stood against them. What she wished for didn't matter, not when there were so many pathetic Servants for him to beat, and it wasn't as if he really needed the wish. It was only a matter of time until he found Kurosaki again, and this Grail War was just the perfect distraction from his hunt. "You're not bad at all, for a human."

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This World Is Going to Burn (Summoning Grimmjow)

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Bellatrix could only lift the curse as the red beam of power soared past her and she turned around to watch it with interest before turning back to see the destruction it caused in their surroundings. Glee, there was just pure mad glee as the woman cackled, not caring that she could have been the target of that strange power. But there was also anger that the Muggle even dared to threaten her.

She placed the torture curse upon him once more, this time with more vehemence and malice into it, making the magic more powerful than before. “I have the power to punish you, whelp, so learn your place,” she cooed. There was only one master and one lord for her and that was Lord Voldemort; everyone else was lucky if she didn’t torture them to insanity or kill them outright.

But with no Lord Voldemort here, there was no purpose, she had no purpose. She would admit she was lost without her beloved master but no one here knew her as the Dark Lord’s best and last lieutenant. She was just Bellatrix Lestrange… even just Bellatrix Black here.

No, she had a purpose and that was to continue his work. But this was a strange world when even this Muggle had strange power. She could just feel this place was different but it was hard to explain just how it was different. There must have been more than just Wizards and Muggles here… Bellatrix was a mad woman but that didn’t mean she was an idiot.

And if that purpose was enough for her, there was that wish if they were to win this war. That wish… she could go back to Lord Voldemort and make him love her, rid themselves of that Potter brat and they can rule their world together.

Her eyes grew poisonous as she narrowed them and lifted the curse again. “I want that wish, boy, to return to my lord, my war and my world! And you are going to win it for me; I do not care if you will do so willingly or as a broken dog or a mindless puppet if I must!” she screamed, baring her teeth. Oh, she could make this so much easier if she would just use the Imperius Curse if this boy kept fighting his master. She had to get back to Lord Voldemort, had to, just had to. “Side with me and my magic will provide you with your heart’s desire! CHOOSE!”

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At least she had the ability to appreciate destruction, grinning as she laughed, although his internal amusement was cut short as, once again, he felt pain. Far  stronger this time, enough to force a growl out of him at first. Slowly, his head would bow, glad that there was nobody around to see them at the moment - At least Aizen had managed to subdue him in a way he could comprehend. This pain... "Damn you.", he would hiss, glaring as she continued to speak.

Tch, now she was reminding him of Ulquiorra, with her talk of her lord, of returning to him. He would never understand such unwavering loyalty - it was always better to be the King, wasn't it? Even if you couldn't be, it was better to try to act like one, when they weren't around. This unfailing loyalty, this servitude, it disgusted him. Apparently, though, it was what this woman dared to expect from him.

Finally the pain was lifted, as she stated her 'terms', a quick Sonido putting him behind her. "You really don't get it, do ya?" He shook his head, acting disappointed, although he wasn't really -rather, he was stalling, thinking. No way he was going to be controlled, nor a broken servant. No, he would serve her on his terms, and his terms alone.

"I don't have a heart, woman. I guess you'd call me a demon, right? Devouring humans, destroying anything and everything... yeah, a demon's what your kind would say. How badly do you want to win this war, woman?"

"Because what I really want is to smash everything and everyone that dares to get in my way, all those who're stupid enough to think they're better than me. To grind everyone in this stupid fucking war into the dirt, unless they're too weak to fight me. You've been talking about me serving you the whole time, yet you haven't probven you deserve it. How far are you willing to go, for youlord?"

Even if his tone was taunting, he was as sincere as he could be. How willing was she, to let him destroy? Because as far as Grimmjow was concerned, he was the strongest servant in this war, and he'd crush all of the others, or die trying. But if his Master was too afraid of fighting... no. With this woman, he doubted that, but he needed to know for sure.

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This World Is Going to Burn (Summoning Grimmjow)

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She was only half impressed with the being she summoned; he was a great behemoth and she could just see his physical strength. But that was it and she found him as intimidating as a House Elf. He reminded her of Fenrir, that mangy beast and he was proving himself to be one when he couldn’t even show a bit of proper respect towards his superior.

Oh, she was going to have fun with this one!

With a mad grin and without even the slightest hesitance, she reciprocated his gesture of intruding personal space. To up the ante, a whip was conjured from her wand and she snapped it forward to pull his face close to hers. Crazed dark eyes bore madly into the blue ones of the one that had called himself Sexta Espada. “I called you here, you filthy Muggle and if you don’t do as I say, you will be in a world of pain, pain, pain,” she whispered gleefully, either option sounding good to her. “Pain that will make you wish you were dead but I’ll enjoy your delicious screams,” she continued silkily before licking her lips at the thought.

On a whim, she let go of the big guy and smiled sweetly. “Oh, but then again. Why wait for you to screw something up to punish you?” she laughed and pointed her wand at him with a non verbal Cruciaticus Curse.

Crucio was pain, the pain of all pains; like white hot pokers searing into your flesh again ad again with no end. Like serpents sinking their venomous fangs into you without remorse. Like knives cutting into flesh and drawing blood for all eternity. It could drive people with the weakest of wills to go mad.

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His smirk only widened, as she pulled him towards her, the whip not even marking his skin. Acting as if he was paying her little attention, he noticed the strange world she had used. Muggle. The hell was that? At leas she was making sense with the rest of what she said, watching her with amusement as she pointed the pathetic twig at him.

Eyes widened in shock as he felt pain of a sort that he hadn't expected from such a weak looking woman. How had she done it? It wasn't physical, that was certain, so it mus be some form of Kido, some demon art or another. But it wasn't causing him harm, only pain, an insane laugh passing his lips as a red light began to gather in the palm of his hand.

After all, Pain wasn't enough to stop him, the aspect of Destruction. No, he could deal with this, and keep going. Hurting him in such a manner wasn't going to prove she was stronger, that she deserved his respect.

"I don't know what the fuck you think I am, woman, but I'm not a Muggle, or whatever the hell it was you said. You really think you can punish me, that you have the right?" Outstretching his arm, he turned the hand, a bestial glint in his eyes. "Oops."

The Cero would be shot beside her, not close enough to hurt her, but hopefully close enough that she'd realizejust how close he'd been to making her disappear, the destructive beam iluminating the night sky. A shame for anyone trying to stargaze in its path, really; a clear path of destruction would lead right back to where they were standing, their surroundings simply not strong enough to resist his cero.

"Think about this more carefully, woman. You're only going to get three things out of me, unless you give me a really good reason to kill foryou. What're you trying to get out of this stupid war? What's the reason for you wanting me to grind everyone into dust?" He wasn't as stupid as he acted. Grimmjow had already figured out that she had to have a reason for summoning him, and that it was likely she was just as willing to kill. The question was what for?

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This World Is Going to Burn (Summoning Grimmjow)

This wasn’t her world; nothing was familiar in this world except for the wand in her hand. It was her old wand, the one given to her when she first enrolled at Hogwarts and it greeted its master happily when they were reunited. To think it had been used by that filthy mudblood Granger; she had managed to disarm it from her during the battle at Hogwarts…

The battle! What had happened? Was she dead and this was hell? The last thing she remembered was that blood traitor Molly Weasley confronting her and… She looked around at her surroundings, sneering. It wasn’t only unfamiliar, it was all very Muggle. It was on the open rooftop overlooking this city that she found herself on.

That wasn’t the only thing that was unfamiliar around her as she realized she was grasping a small book in her other hand. Covers made of black leather and contents of old parchment. A spell book, by the looks of it, yet it was strangely empty except for one entry: a summoning spell…

Her wand hummed in agreement as she thought of casting the spell in her mind and she couldn’t help but smirk. If this was hell, then, at least it would be interesting even with the very Muggle surroundings. The text on the spell spoke of a war and of masters summoning servants to be the ultimate victor; the prize being a wish… any wish. Well, that only sweetened the deal, didn’t it?

Whipping her magic about until a runic circle surrounded her, cut into the cement, she started to chant as her own dark and wild magic rolled like waves inside of her:

Heed my summons great warrior of the dark and follow me in destruction

Rise from the fiery depths of hell if you must to greet your mistress

Lay waste to this land with me and gain power and pride

Defy me and your blood will boil, your bones break and your breath stop

A dark green light like that of the killing curse shone high up, breaking through the dark clouds… a beacon of her power and a warning to those who would get in their way.

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The strange call had been something of a relief, for the Sexta. Hueco Mundo was boring, now, without many of his former associated there, and he wasn't dumb enough to try pick a fight with too many of the Vandenreich. Picking them off one at a time was no fun at all.

So, when he'd felt a pull, heard a strange call, what could he do other than respond? It wasn't anything like a Garganta, that was certain - rather than walking through a breach, he simply found himself appearing, staring out at the summoner with a bored expression.

She didn't look strong. Sure, she knew magic, but that didn't mean anything if she'd be crushed instantly. Who the hell did she think she was, summoning him? Sure, the promise of power, laying waste to these humans sounded like it could be fun - particularly if some of the servants would dare to oppose him - but her threat of consequences was boring. She was no Aizen, otherwise he'd be able to feel it. What strengths did she have, if she wasn't even trying to exert her spiritual pressure against him?

Still, maybe he was wrong. After all, if she was able to summon him, to create such a show, maybe she'd prove to be entertaining at least.

"Who the hell do you think you are, woman, talking in such a manner? Do you really think you're able to threaten me?" Hand resting in his pockets, he took a step towards her. There was no way she'd be able to miss the hole in his torso, nor the remnants of his mask, was there? "Woman, do you think you can keep up with me? With what I'm capable of? Why the hell would I, the Sexta Espada, follow you in the very thing I enjoy the most?"

No respect for her yet, but that was always his way. Even if she was his master - Mistress? - she'd have to prove her strength, and her right, if she wanted her servant to pay attention. Three Command Seals would run out all too quickly, if she couldn't do that. Smirking, he leant towards her, uncaring if he was intruding on her personal space. "Show me."

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“They’re all cowards, every damn one of them. Whatever. I’ll just consume them. As they become my flesh and blood, they will see beyond. I…I am the king!”

[enrakus]

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Whether you’re a Human, Shinigami or Arrancar, anyone who looks at me like they’re underestimating my power, I’ll smash every one of ‘em into oblivion! | Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 

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had only 10 min to spare

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my blood is radioactive { event; open }

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[ A harsh bark of an insult fills her ears, and Kyouko’s legs screech to a halt, scuffing the heels of her boots as she wheels on the spot to face the offending voice. The appearance of the man is..strange, really. Ridiculous, even, with that shock of blue hair and bone-like jaw. 

The magica’s eyes fix on his hand, a motion for her to move forward. A smirk works its way onto her features as she cants her head to the side, and she can’t help but oblige, any thought of her previous destination thwarted by the roaring in her mind. ]

-“Bitch, eh? And what if I am, huh? Don’ tell me you’re the one givin’ free samples.”

[ By now, she’s a fair distance closer to the man, thumb idly rubbing against the metal of her spear. The only concern she has now is whether or not he’d attempt a first move, although she certainly doesn’t view it as a real problem, already feeling invincible. It’s a courageous bravado she always has, but tenfold. There will be no restraints. ]

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Grimmjow knew that look in the woman's eyes far too well, and it infuriated him. She thought she was strong, that she could actually fight him - that she was better than him, didn't she? There was no way that was true, but the simple fact that she'd dare to think something like that made him decide that she needed to be taught a lesson.

There was nobody who could even hope to be his equal in power, other than Aizen, and she'd have to learn that the hard way. The sheer arrogance of her words, the derisive tone of voice - she was looking down on him. A damn foolish thing to do, in his opinion.

"Got a problem with it, girl? Maybe I should teach you a lesson, about disrespecting your King"

The hand not holding his blade turned, palm facing the young Puella Magi, a red light gathering as he began to laugh. It didn't matter whether the blast hit the girl or not; simple destruction was its own reward. If she was really dumb enough to underestimate the blast, that was too bad, but he hoped she'd dodge it. Playing with people before grinding them into the dirt was just so much more fun for the Sexta.

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The Darkness is Rising [KV Event]

A pain, almost. A throbbing inside his head. The conqueror thought for a bit, then dismissed it. Was it a fever? But that wasn’t possible. After all, he was a Heroic Spirit. Summoned by the Grail. Things like that couldn’t happen to a hero. It was impossible. Completely and utterly impo-

But no. Heroes fell all the time, didn’t they? Those who had ridden into battle with Iskander. they had all fallen. Each and every one. Every man dies. Even those who lived within the hearts of men. What of then, when those men died? And those that came after? No man was immortal. None would live forever. Aristotle had gone, and Baegos had gone. And Hephaestion… Hephaestion… felled by illness. Poison, more like. A jealous people. A raging, mad, psychotic people that had tried to take away all that was good from Iskander.

It was why people could not be trusted to govern themselves. It was why his reign had worked so well. Because the people were his sheep. They were his to control, and to slaughter. A name in history was not enough. He had worshipped the gods for so long. Perhaps now they were blessing him. There was power, coursing through his veins. There was strength. Bleeding, aching, painful strength. There was hurt and fear and madness too. But above all, the truth. That to bring this world together, he would have to first tear it apart.

“A king must be… both loved and hated. For it is only in love that a people can live, and it is only in hatred that they can grow stronger. A king must take command. Take charge. A king must stand on the backs of others… unless he cannot trust them Then it is those people he must kick down. What is a king? Not man. Not myth. Not title nor deed. A king is an ideal that his people must aspire to… and the nightmare they must fear.”

The darkness had taken root now, and the king once clothed in scarlet red and shining gold was now swathed in red and black. Alter Iskander had awakened, and Fuyuki City would know no peaceful nights.

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There was no way the man in front of him was human; he was simply too large, too imposing to be a mere human. A heroic spirit, obviously, which was just perfect. People of their physique tended to have certain qualities - would this man share his appetite for destruction? If the Shinigami he'd fought here was any indication, of course he would. Perhaps this person wouldn't be so bad.

That was until he started talking. This man dared to talk of what a king should be, in front of him? No matter which way he thought of it, the man was stupid; either he was trying to insult him, or he thought himself a king. "Oi, dumbass." A feral grin spread across the Sexta's face as he stared at his intended opponent, a hand resting on the hilt of his Zanpakuto.

As far as the Arrancar was concerned, he was the only king around here, the only one strong enough to call themselves by that title. "Soldiers aren't supposed to tell Kings what to do." Servant or Master, this man would pay, for daring to look down on him. After all, that was the only reason you'd say such a thing, about Kings - as a sign of disrespect. If there was one reason Grimmjow hated Kurosaki above all else, it was that, and now that this man was doing it too, he intended to teach him a lesson. This lesson could only be taught in a single way; by grinding the other man into the dirt, making him know his place.

"You're not going to say sorry?" Drawing his blade from its sheath, he levelled it, the point aimed towards his opponent, his grin widening. As if he'd even listen to an apology from anyone he decided to fight, without beating them first. "Too bad."

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the Sexta Espada. Not that you need to know it, though." He'd at least wait for him to draw a weapon, or react in some manner, before striking him - it wouldn't be fun to simply charge without any appearance of risk. As far as the Sexta was concerned, though, it would only be an appearance of risk - his power would undoubtedly dwarf the other person's. It was a pity that whatever that thing had been, it had made him feel so powerful - his arrogance was truly astounding, by now, assuming that any fight would be too easy for him, and far too boring. "You're gonna be calling me King when this is done!"