Let the bodies smash (Private)

Quiet, peaceful, and just a hint of a cool breeze was all there was among the farm lands in Europe. A lone tree disconnected its leaves as the wind picked up into a gust, the morning sunlight penetrating the dew from last night's condensation of water. The ground was wet, as the potato fields had been harvested, and left to collect nutrients from their well used soil. Even in the future, humanity depended on crops and water to survive in the age of technology and spiritual awareness. A lone figure rested beneath that random tree, as its green leaves continued to fall to the Earth and the wind. A glittering leaf drifted downward, landing on the head of the hooded being's body.

Though, the cloaked figure did not even bother moving, it was enjoying the solitude which comes from escaping Hell, and its guardians. As sunrise came and went, the gaunt cloaked being did not move a single inch, the leaf which once rested upon its head long gone with the wind. The temperature was a mild seventy degrees Fahrenheit, with a five degree wind chill. The sun moved in and out of the cloudy sky, making the day darker than usual. As the grey clouds moved with the atmosphere, the sin of sloth still did not move. Perhaps, H (that's its name) was waiting for something interesting to happen. Perhaps, H was lost in thought at the last moments, before it would return and manipulate another innocent human. Watching the weak willed loose their sense of being was an entertaining past time after all, to the sinner.

Stretching its neck, the little sunlight which penetrated the clouds reflected a silver glimmer from the sinner's face. A human skull, as if carved in the finest silver possible, gleamed from beneath its ragged cloak and hood. Its body escaping the corners of its sleeves. Holes riddled the rotting piece of fabric as H cracked its vertebrae, one by one. It enjoyed the silence, but it also loved the fact of noise. A rattling was made, as another gust came through. Violence was in the air.

Beroli'm had to get out of Hueco Mundo. With Helba not doing a damn thing for what felt like forever, getting some fresh air by killing something other than a Hollow would do him some good. Opening a Garganta to the human world, the first thing to come through it was a massive black Cero. It barrels through a hotel, killing all within it, before carving a scorched path through a farmer's field, close to where the Sinner's reiatsu could be felt. When the Cero dissipated, black flames continue to spark up and rekindle in the aftermath; the leaf that got sucked up by the violent wind released by the sheer force of the dark eradicating energy was blown back towards the Sinner as a glowing ember before disintegrating into nothing more than simple ash.

With his hands in his pockets, Beroli'm strolled out of the Garganta, humans scurrying about in fear and panic and dismay. As some are about to bump into him, blood begins to coat the streets as men, women and children are brutally assaulted and decimated; a baby crying in a buggy is picked up by the head, which is promptly crushed and dropped back into the mother's arms; the last thing she sees before Beroli'm ends her life is the corpse of her firstborn son, his head mutilated by the crushing force of Beroli'm's hand, the child's blood being licked off of Beroli'm's fingers as he kicks the head off of a little girl who trips and falls in the commotion. The blood of such an innocent creature is such a sweet treat, Beroli'm thinks to himself, a delicacy of the highest calibur. Walking into the farmer's field, he looks up to see the Sinner, watching intently.

Kicking through the ash and debris left by the Cero, Beroli'm smirks, his fangs jutting out from his mouth as they shine in the sunlight. Such a pleasant day, by human standards; it was only fair to rob them of their tranquility. "A little subtle of me, don't you think?" Beroli'm calls out to the stranger. There was too much life around. It was disgusting and so very... green. It had to end. It had to be disposed of, as easily as he ended the lives of those preciously pitiful humans. The blood of the infant still sharp on his tongue, the adrenaline begins to pump through Beroli'm's body, at the prospect of ending the life of this new opponent, no matter what his strength may be...

Listening to the sounds of death and despair from afar, H did not move, even as the same leaf came back only to turn to ashes. Its lifeless visage looked out into the distance as a building crashed to the ground, and black fire decorated the landscape near the silver skeletal sinner. It could care less about the humans near the town, as various sirens went on and off in the area. Not even feigning interest, the sin of sloth sat restfully against the tree it sat, enjoying the change of pace from silence to chilling screams. The stranger soon moved closer, as the sound of a voice could be heard.

Not wanting to stand up and acknowledge the disturbance, H's bones creaked as they moved from his spot. His ragged cloak hiding most of his body, besides his lower legs, hands, and face which all revealing an anatomically correct human skeleton from what could be seen. Yet, H did not speak in human tongue, it was too lazy at this point to even make an utterance besides a rattling nice from its mouth. Silver colored teeth, made of an unknown material clattered against each other, as the rest of the body seem to rattle. Acknowledging the stranger who had just brutally killed many innocents.

Raising a single finger the skinless skull made what could be compared to a smile, as it took a step closer to the unknown destroyer of the town. A vile aura could be felt from the cloaked skeleton as it witnessed the power of the cero which had been fired earlier. A small gust rolled into the fields, blowing away some ashes and sparks of fire. The skeleton sinner said nothing, besides its rattling noise.

Beroli'm gritted his teeth. "Not much of a talker, are you, Sinner boy?" he says, unfazed by the skeletal appearance of his acquaintance. Crossing his arms, Beroli'm moves closer to the odd creature, looking him dead in the eye... sockets, just as the skeleton also moves slightly closer. The aura from the Sinner was matched by the aura that comes to life from Beroli'm's body, the black aura shining very intensely bright lights upon the skeleton, one of his many fears; the Nightmare Aura allows for slight telepathy, which always reveals one of the possible opponent's greatest fears. "My my," Beroli'm says with a sadistic fanged grin, "it has certainly gotten bright out."

The rattling sound was annoying, to say the least. If you're going to become nothing more than bone, keep a human tongue, or, if that, be able to communicate with some form of telepathy. However, in the process of digging into the Sinner's psyche to extract his fear of direct bright light, Beroli'm learns of his identity, which explains the simple rattling and hand gestures. "Ah, the Sloth, I see," Beroli'm says with a hint of aggression and daring. "No wonder you're a shambling spectre, nothing more than a tattered bag of bones. A homunculus, nothing more and nothing less, made up of bits of chipped bone and jagged steel not fit to wield a proper blade. You should be in Hell, because you wouldn't last more than a day in Hueco Mundo, not with me hounding your existence until I devour whatever is left of your soul!" Beroli'm leans forward, his eyes glowing bright red, his red tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog; all the while, the Nightmare Aura's conjured spotlights follow the skeleton to wherever he may run.

The chaotic rattling soon came together as the stranger revealed one of H's fears, the noise soon became coordinated and uniform. Bone chilling noises seemed to come together into understandable utterances, between the skeleton's non existent lips. As the light showered upon the silver sinner, it rose from its desecrated patch of dirt which it sat upon. Its solid limbs moving in perfect timing of each other. Seamless movements for a being without muscle or skin. H let out a disapproving sigh as its socket less eyes looked into up and down the unnamed stranger. Though it could careless who the disturbance was, it hatred the fact that the man knew about bright light, and how much H utterly hated and feared it. As the ragged cloak swished in the breeze nothing as revealed that was not already revealed.

A thin film appeared on the sinner's skull, as a reflective silver substance came down and covered its eye sockets like eye lids. The being appearing to blink, as it took in and memorized everything about the stranger, his stature, his posture, his skin tone, his spiritual energy feeling, among other things which could be discovered easily. Twisting its neck, a resounding crack could be heard as its joint seemed to pop without cartilage or trapped gases.

Revealing its entire height of five feet, the cloaked monster let out a deep laugh of pure brutality. As it took a step backward, it laughed again this noise of hatred and fear.

"You... seem... to... know... a... lot... about... me... let... me... teach... you... one... thing... though... about... true... fear..." With that being said, the skeleton cried out in its raspy voice of grinding bones made of silver substance, unknown to anybody. It took a step backward towards the tree, a discernible smile across its skull visage. As it had learned through time and time again how to combat its pathetic fear of bright lights. As it seemed to blink again, it pointed its skeletal finger at the stranger, as the bright light reflected off its almost metallic bones.

A fifty foot by fifty foot by fifty foot squares of silver substance appeared behind the stranger at this moment, in its liquid form, which had such a thick viscosity it would be like swimming in honey. The skeleton pointed its index finger downwards and the liquid moved as free flowing as water instantly as it surged forward from behind the stranger. "You... see...the... best... way... to... live... with... fear... is... to... learn... how... to... survive... every... day... in... hell... its... fires... are... so... much... brighter... than... that... fool..."

The silver skeleton jumped to the right side its cloak waving in the wind slightly, as it watched what the seemingly knowledgeable stranger would do now. The best way to stop fear is to eliminate the source.

Beroli'm was very observant, watching as the skeleton stands to its full height, not being able to sense the great sticky mass of reiatsu-imbued goo that gathers behind him. The lights continued to shine brightly, like fire from a dragon's great maw. It was then that the skeleton seemed to move with a little more fear and a little more haste; the sloth awakens. "If Hell's fire is so bright," Beroli'm says, unsheathing his blade as the viscous goop begins to come down over him like a tsunami, "then why seek refuge under the Sun?" It is then that Beroli'm is overcome and covered with this great goo. However, Beroli'm knew that all could not be peace and quiet; he expected a rear assault with some form of attack. Being of a lower energy signature than the shambling Sinner, he also expected a lack of respect and a general underestimation of his abilities. Beroli'm completes a full 360-degree slash, cutting the wave of goop in two before jumping through the resulting hole, before the fluid can reconnect into a wall of entrapping liquid.

Beroli'm recovers quickly, recognizing the strength of this Sinner. Maybe... no, it's not yet time. He hasn't proven himself worthy to see that form just yet. Holding his hand out, Beroli'm charges his Cero once more, but, instead of it being all black, he infuses the Nightmare Aura into it just as he releases the beam. At its apex, another bright light, outshining the Sun itself, casts its light over the skeleton, as if to distract it from using its ability and keep it still, out of fear and panic. It wouldn't be enough to kill the shambler, but it would serve a purpose: to prove that he had the strength, and then some, to make this Sinner, this representative of Sloth, to force this creature to take back his words. "I know true fear, demon," Beroli'm says with a smile, withdrawing his hand after the Cero is fully released. "I also know that I can tap into any opponent's fears and make them a reality. Instead of clicking like a wretched dolphin, maybe you should grow lips and a tongue so I can slap the taste out of your mouth!"

Without so much as a nod, the being of Sloth watched as the Stranger penetrated the liquid and escaped. H traveled across the liquid as it swirled across the ground, coating the grass and dirt. The light weight skeleton gliding across the sea of silver goo, its feet barely moving the liquid. The sin of sloth moved quickly towards the stranger, not at full speed, watching the man as he continued rambling on about Hell fire, and H's own choices in a trapped life. Ignoring most of the stranger's talkative habits, the sinner ran straight forward as the man, whose spiritual energy felt similar to a hollow's fired off another blast, however the brightness was much more intense that last time.

Thinking to itself, H cried out manically as the light imbued cero came closer and closer, the bright light frustrating the sinner. Before the blast hit, H choose to obliterate that annoying light. As it was pesky and unworthy of being in existence. Moving its right hand again it raised its index finger up, warping only a part of the strange liquid into a box around the sinner as it stopped dead on in front of the massive surge of energy. The mere part of the whole substance shifted and created a box around the five foot sinner as the liquid instantly solidified, transforming into a solid with double the strength of zanpaktou metal. The Light suddenly blocked out to the sinner as the silver substance surrounded its being in protection, cutting it off from the outside world so to speak. H stayed inside the box as the blast hit the solid frame of the substance, the blast shaking the ground and splitting around the intensely strong container. All the while, H stood silently, using its sensing abilities to pick out the area where the stranger might be.

From inside the box, even during and after the blast form the cero, H controlled the outside silver liquid warping and twisting it into a large ball in the sky, where it seemed to float. A good seventy feet into the sky, as the liquid traveled extremely fast into the blue air, where it gathers. At the speed of a bala , the liquid joined together as it shaped into a perfect sphere. When the blast finally stopped, H would release itself from its box, and unleash a heavy rain of the goo, which would begin to stick to anything it touched. Making it painful and damaging to try to take it off of any surface, including skin, physical or spiritual. The substance having the unique ability to penetrate spiritual energy easily.

"Tell...me...what...is...your...name..." It would finally speak.

Beroli'm smirked, watching as an orb of glistening quicksilver goo floats high into the air, closer to the Sun. As soon as the skeleton emerges from its little cocoon, Beroli'm feels something sticky hit his hand; the goo was raining down and coming down hard. Before he becomes too engulfed with the adhesive, Beroli'm's reflexes kick into high gear as he gathers up the slime like spaghetti, the black blade of his sword now saturated with the adhesive-like fluid by the time the rain is done. The sword was noticeably heavier now, but it didn't really matter all that much; Beroli'm enjoyed the challenge that came with a weighted weapon. Grasping the bit of goo that stuck to his hand, he tears it off before it becomes saturated into the skin, removing a couple layers of Hierro; he couldn't help but laugh before tossing the skin aside.

The perplexing moment came when the skeleton asks for Beroli'm's name. Holding the point of his blade high, his voice booms over the breeze, cutting the silence. "I am Beroli'm Paer, fraccion of the Tercero Espada, Helba Yauvola. Our aspect of death is through memories of a troubled, forgotten, or oblivious past. Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Beroli'm lowers his sword, pointing it squarely at the Sinner's head. "You will learn than to try to take me on. I may be much weaker, but I have the tenacity of one of your Hell's Guardians, and the ferocity of a pit bull terrier infused with the powers of a Hollow, something that combines the fears of the humans all into one neat little package." Beroli'm smiles, his Nightmare Aura reactivating to shine a large spotlight upon the skeleton. "Regret your coming here, Sloth, or you shall face shame and disappointment ere you leave these plains."

Snapping its fingers to an unknown beat, the Sin of Sloth rattled off a chuckle as the silver rain pelted upon the now distorted plains. Its smile lone gone from its skull, as it took a few steps backwards as more intense light appeared shining off the reflective bone. Covering its body with some of its silver substance it created a shade of sorts, from the light. All the while, H thought if it should even say anything to the man named as Beroli'm Paer. Lifting its right hand again, it moved its index finger to the right, controlling the ooze which failed to land on Beroli'm. Taking the left overs, which appeared to be most of it, H constructed a full body sheet of solidified substance no thicker than an inch, and about five feet in height and two feet in width, the sheet acted like a mirror, reflecting the light back at the obnoxious talker. For H had no need of human eyes to understand where things where.

Soon, the fool would realize the idiocy of coming into contact with a material one has no information on. The poisonous aspect of the material would kick into affect, as it acted like a hollow's acidic touch, burning the skin among other things. The poison would seep in and cause dizziness, muscle cramps, throbbing pain throughout the body, and on top of that headaches, and burning sensations. Which would wear off in time, except for the burns and burning sensations, as the sticky goo starts its reaction with the body. As H waited, using its advanced sensing abilities to detect when the opponent would move, the skeleton replied.

"As... you... seem... to... know... much... about... apparently... then... you... know... my... name... though... in... case... your... information... is... wrong... my... name... is... H..." Cracking its neck again it resumed, "Those... who... do... not... heed... the... past... are... doomed...? How... quaint... Well... then... this.... should... be... a... great... learning... experience... for... you... future... self..."

The light didn't bother Beroli'm, especially since he was in full control of it; Beroli'm didn't see the results of the Nightmare Aura, an immunity similar to Barragan's barrier that protected him from the effects of his Respira. "Learning experience?" Beroli'm says. "Your goo cuts through only a few layers of my Hierro; there is still plenty more where that came from! However, if you wish for a true learning experience of your own..." Clouds began to billow overhead, blotting out the sun and casting a deep crimson light to bathe the Earth. "... I shall be more than happy to oblige you." All of a sudden, it begins to rain a red, sticky liquid, as the silver goo is forced to melt and pop off of Beroli'm's sword through the force of power being emitted from the black steel. The rain itself is blood, and every drop begins to dry as soon as it hits Beroli'm's skin, forming an impenetrable scab around his body; not even the goo could slip through. Beroli'm's voice echoes out over the landscape: "Destroy the world, Anaquilador."

Suddenly, the scab bursts forth, revealing Beroli'm's Resurreccion: a knight girded in pure black steel, blue haze oozing from what appear to be slight gaps in the armour, when in fact they are just eyes built in to the armour for aesthetics. Beroli'm himself is two feet taller, his sword twice as long, though only a single edge now, than before. As the blue haze creeps through what green grass is left standing, it chokes the plants and withers them into dust instantly. The Nightmare Aura is gone, but Beroli'm's true eyes, now blue under the helm's visor, glow brightly enough to be a deterrent for the Sinner standing before him. What is left of the scab crumbles into a fine dust that disappears into the wind.

"Fear will always find you, creature. You are undeserving of your title; you're just a slug that needs to be salted."