He lunges with uncanny speed, massive, clawed hands outstretched. His claws barely scrapping against the back of Shuuhei’s head, he jerk’s the Shinigami’s head backwards forcing them to view his corrupted visage. Being this close is drowning in the putrid feeling of his aura, the choking smell of dead flesh almost overcoming to any normal senses. It might provoke the churning on one’s stomach, a gagging of the throat. His hands would jerk Shuuhe’s head backwards forcing him to view his entire demonic face, glowing pools of crimson anger was his eyes.
His clawed fingers forcing open the eyes of Shuuhei so that he might not turn away as he speaks, so that he could gaze upon him. “I am destruction. I am oblivion. What I want, is the end.” His voice trembles with each word, as if he is on the verge of tears. But more importantly is the snarling anger, the venom which laces every word. Never has a Hollow expressed such emotion, such raw hatred. It is a force of nature, feeling nothing but the potence of it’s anger.
“Where is the flaming demon? The man with the scar, where is he?” He leans forward, his jaw opening as slow ragged breaths draw from it. His grip on their head tightens for a moment, it is painful to the normal person. His corrupted flesh seems to strain against itself, as if he is holding himself back. Before finally he releases the head of the Shinigami with a guttural growl, his fist slamming into the wall of the cave. Immediately the world around them shakes, small bits of loose rock strike the floor.
He gazes at Shuuhei his fingers flexed into that of a claw shape.
“Patience, Enma. Patience.” It growls at nothing, it is as if the thing before Shuuhei is half here, and half gone. He mumbles to himself; he moves around the cave. “Let me murder them, let me crush their dreams. Give me my freedom, let me snuff the light out. I cannot die… I cannot die.” It moves about the cave, muttering, growling. It sucks in breath thought it’s teeth, it’s hands move to it’s face grasping at it’s horns as it makes a whining noise.
It would be pitiful, if it was not so dangerous.
“How far I have fallen…” True sorrow, true madness.
Whatever courage he had mustered was instantly lost when this creature had closed the distance. The feeling of claws gracing his head just prior to that sharp sensation forcing his neck to crane backward. Eyes wide, Shuhei squirms against the binds to try and find some means to fend off. The aura permeating; suffocating like the air had become thick and heavy. It wasn’t power so vastly beyond his own that stifled the Shinigami. It was what it carried. That toxic echo of something truly sick and vile pressing down against him.
His eyes dilate; instinctive fear threatening to weaken his resolve. That determination to somehow escape whatever catastrophe had become of his life, bound and trapped in the depths of Hueco Mundo. Lost beneath the sands.. Beneath the presence of existence within its boundaries. Would anyone dare venture this desolate hideaway? They may be too far to be noticed. Even if he expanded his reiatsu, would anyone feel it?
Jaw tightening, Shuhei tries desperately to pull away. Dark hair disheveled beneath the hollow’s grip with eyes forced open; forced to drink in the horror so close to his visage. Breaths quicken through gritted teeth as he struggles. Gawd he struggles.. Trying to find some escape from this nightmare.
“I don’t know--” he manages with a stressed voice. Was he talking about the Captain Commander? Even when his head is freed, he’s still leaning it back some. Just not as far. Less strained accompanied by a heavy exhale. Slowly - eyes flutter, tightening briefly to moisturize them. To try and rid them of whatever abomination he had just looked at up close and personal. But it was still there. There was no escaping it.. Whatever this.. thing... was... There was no getting away from it right now...
Not a word followed. He lifted his head and rested it forward some to ease the ache in his muscles. Gaze narrowed upon the figure.. Listening... Trying to discern what was happening. Emma..? Dare he ask? No... He’ll observe as he searches for any sort of weakness in the restraints. Maybe if he dislocated his thumb -- he’s feeling how they clamp around his wrists. Was there even enough room to try it? Not yet.. He needed to find the right time or this could get much worse..
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