OOC: This thread is going to be detailing Yummei’s journey to becoming a vasto lorde, it will also be a application for spirit power. I have done this twice before and you can find both examples here for reference if you need to.

The dark road

The forest of the damned

IC: Solace…. Darkness…. Death.

Yummei wished for all three but none came. In the forest of the menos one could be forgiven for thinking that all three would be quietly obtainable. But alas no.

Solace would not come to him; in the company of his brethren he found only mindless death and destruction. Now Yummei never one to be adverse to a little death and destruction choose not to judge to harshly but even with his not so judgmental look upon their actions he could not help but be put off by their by their crude nature and relish at petty death. For him the pleasure was in the hunt and kill of a worthy foe, not some weak minded fool who could barely stand up to you. So for solace that left only his own company, and he found that when left to his devices he scrutinized himself and found only flaws and imperfections. With this mindset was it a wonder he sought darkness……

Darkness, Something that one would have thought easy to come by in the hallowed forest of the menos. But no. Even in the most remote crevice some mindless creature sought out your presence, death in their cases. To be lonely was not too much to ask he thought yet it seemed that when he sought only solitude he found every creature in the forest after him. This outcome lead to only death….

Death, it was a constant part of his manic existence. It was how he was what he was, how he managed to survive and to be fair it was a great pleasure to him at time. But now he felt as if he could die and do it happily. Strange then that all who came to him perished in the act of it. Yes strange…

Depression, it was a new feeling for him. All his life (life as a hollow that is) he had been too occupied with getting stronger or faster. Now that drive was gone. And in the pit that it had burned for itself inside his soul was left only an emptiness. Something that ached and sucked at him, wore gradually at his mind until he could not bear thought of it any more. And yet it remained ever persistent, a dogged foe. He found it wearily amusing that the greatest enemy came from with the fathoms of his own mind, a place where he should have had complete dominance. Yet he was run out by an invader… usurper maybe.

And so it came to pass that he wandered now, an empty shell almost. Moving and fighting when necessary but not living… no not that. Days passed into weeks as he roamed the forests, physical hunger was not an issue for him and he welcomed the growing ache in his stomach for the taste of a soul. It was something to focus on other than the growing insanity that seemed to be festering away in the crevices of his dark mind.

Then a drop in the ocean so to speak, ripples that caused waves was a good analogy as any. It came in the form of an adjuchas who had been causing a stir in the forest. He was a savage apparently, who killed all in his way and was gaining power almost as fast as he was reputation. His name was on everybody’s lips and it struck Yummei that fighting this ‘beast’ would be a good spot of fun. If Yummei died then he would welcome deaths cold touch with a smile on his lips and if he survived then… well let’s not be pessimistic.

For a time Yummei searched, and soon enough like opposite magnets they were attracted to each other. The power of each of them called out to the other, they both felt that in their hearts this could be where the road ended for them. In all honesty Yummei actually felt exhilarated.

The squared of against each other, Yummei deadly and lithe in his dark body. Rippling with muscle and looking powerful with his tail outstretched behind him. His opponent was on the other hand more bulky and laden with slabs of muscle but looked slightly dim and slow.

Their eyes locked briefly, Yummei’s deep red with his enemy’s cold blue. Pure opposites, parrels if you will. For those few nano seconds that each was held in the gaze of the other their souls communed, respect for a powerful foe was made in each of them and silent prose of praise was said with their eyes, all in those few nano seconds. And then chaos began.

The reatsu from both of them leaked out and formed auras around the pair, burning red and black flames for Yummei and cold blue for his enemy. They both moved simultaneously, darting forward with sonido and meeting in the middle of the clearing to engage in a succession of blows. Kicks and punches, scratches and head butts. Fueled as they were on their own power and with the gallons of testosterone and adrenaline that must be raging through them both they moved at fearsome speeds, finishing a sequence of attacks seemingly before they had even begun and coming away panting for breath.

Anger coursed through them both and exhumed into the atmosphere of the clearing until the air was thick with it, to be clichéd you could of cut it with a knife. They eyed each other from a distance, each panting with breath and holding a new respect for the other, silence was the order of the day as petty insults where beneath each of them. Different from before the looks were more gauging than before; instead of conveying respect they probed for weakness or injuries to play on.

Whether either was successful was irrelevant as they leapt forward into their deadly dance of death once more. Blow for blow they met, maybe scoring a wound on one another occasionally but the fight taking a more even keel than anything else.

Again they parted, and again the silence remained except for the noise of the labored breathing from both parties. Yummei knew that he was fighting on a new class now, not out of his depths but in a new class none the less. Here before him was defiantly a foe like he hadn’t faced before, an adjuchas like himself he wielded a great power and was obviously not knew to the fighting scene.

Yummei realized that he would have to step up his game for this one, maybe play a little dirty as well. Against such a foe he felt bad to have to resort to such measures but as a wise man once said ‘bravery is a fool’s pride’.

As his foe rushed in to meet him this time Yummei leapt forwards but with a slower pace than usual, giving the perception of weakness he was sure his foe would capitalize on it and come in for the quick kill…. As Yummei watched his enemy over extend himself falsely confident in the knowledge of Yummei’s injury he barely suppressed a smile, god he loved being right.

His slower speed allowed him to turn direction easily to dodge away from the attack coming in towards him, and then come back in from the side with his own. Hammering a deadly left into his opponents jaw, he carried on the sequence with uppercut from the right and finished of with his specialty a grueling head but dead center on the nose bone.

With the crunch of cartilage and the spray of blood in his eyes Yummei felt the sick satisfaction of knowing he was close to winning. His enemy fell away from him, blinded by a mixture of pain and blood. There were trivial matters to such a being though so Yummei had to move quickly, strike while the iron was hot so to speak.

Amidst slow rhythmic pants and profuse curses from his now mangled enemy he gathered his reatsu in his palm, forming it and bending it with a deliberate focus and reasonable slice of hate on top.

With a quick burst of sonido he was gone in a streak of lines that vaguely resembled a humanoid. Closing the gab between his foe in a matter of moments, not even bothering to stop he grabbed the bloody face in his right hand and with a tremendous blow brought his cero crashing down into the left of his enemies jaw.

At first he felt the resistance as cero met spirit pressure then he felt spirit pressure give was and flesh disintegrate. His cero slowly… ever so slowly exploded in a haze of red light, and letting his battered foe drop Yummei quickly shielded his eyes.

When the light died down and Yummei dared to look, he saw his foe lying on the ground. His face a mess of blood and bone, yet somehow he managed to grasp life for a few more seconds. With his blood staining the ground Yummei knew that it was over, he had won and the thing before him was powerless now. So in a strange act of compassion he bent down to whisper in his ear but was surprised when he was griped by two arms and brought in close to bloody lips. ‘‘G…Go no…now…you mu…must fi…find….l..le serp….serpenter…’’

And with those final words his eyes close and as all hollow must he vanished into particles of spirit. This however left Yummei alone and confused. The final words of a dieing hollow racing through his mind ‘le serpenter, what the bloody hell is that?’
The words were still playing in his head even as he slumped unconscious on the floor of the clearing.

Major work, hun. Impressive and well worth the +4. Few small spelling errors, if you are being anal but it does not detract from the accomplisment at all.

OOC: I apologize that at times my language slips into being rather colloquial. Oh and the thought process of Yummei is a little chaotic but that’s intended to convey his decent into insanity, believe me this isn’t just an excuse for poor writing :p

Le serpenter Le serpenter Le serpenter….

The words rang through his head like a broken record, pulsing along with his heart, whistling along with his breaths. It was a pain to live with the constant noise driving through his skull every waking second… on the other hand it did distract him form his growing insanity and woeful depression so it was just a case of looking for the silver lining Yummei had to tell himself.

As the frequency of the words repetition in his mind grew so did his curiosity, so much so that caught himself often thinking about them even when he wasn’t if that made sense… Often he would be day dreaming, just staring into the sky and he would snap back to reality only to be confronted with the steady rhythm of the words once more.

It had become and obsession and he didn’t mind admitting it to himself, the question he couldn’t answer for the life of him was why where these words so important that a creature moments from death would whisper them in the ears of his killer instead of some hate filled abuse? It was a question that since its emergence in his head he had known he would wonder about, and wander he did.

Like most obsessions it was one that needed to be fueled and Yummei did this unwittingly. Within the deep dark recesses of his sub conscious he wanted this repetition of words, if only to give his life a purpose… albeit a shallow one.

Now the forest of menos was comparable to a criminal underground, in that it was full to the brim of mindless goons (the Gillian) but was speckled sparsely with the occasional crime boss (the adjuchas) of the two Yummei was actually the latter but he chose to stay separate from the goings on of the forest preferring to mull over his insanity one his jack’s and jone’s. Although in this case he would make an exception, he was determined now to find the meaning… if any behind Le Serpenter.

To do this he would have to work his way up the food chain, it was a dog eat dog world out there and it just so happened Yummei was a hungry fucking pit-bull. Watch out you dirty scum he thought to himself, ‘cause the boy is back in town.


A few long long weeks later.


Dirty, battered, bruised and cut to shreds.

Yummei was all of these things, and yet the grin of manic insanity was plastered to his face. An ever constant companion in these lonely times of struggle. The last few weeks had been ones of pain and trials for Yummei; he had gone on a murderous rampage which had consisted of torturing many menos and adjuchas alike. The latter of the two had proven too resilient but has succumbed under the brutal pounding of Yummei’s cracked mind.

Although the information he had got lead mostly to dead ends or wild goose chases, he had however gained one thing from the experience; an even deeper hatred for his own kind than he had ever held before.

Despite his failures Yummei was resolved, he wouldn’t let it get him down, he would come back from every fight stronger harder and faster than before. Every failure would only strengthen his resolve, this he swore to himself.

He giggled slightly, he wasn’t used to being this serious and it was amusing to an abstract part of his mind that seemed detached form the rest. A companion within himself if you will, an ever present friend… or enemy silently whispering form the dark crevices of his sub conscious…

… Or at least it had been whispering; now it was more of a low murmur. Despite this Yummei couldn’t make out what it was saying, he doubted that it would anything useful or important… No, knowing his sub conscious it would more than likely be a very lame joke on his personal hygiene or his evident stupidity.

He sighed, it was a pleasure being detached from reality but sometimes… sometimes it could all be a bit much.

Heaving himself up from his sitting position he readied himself for a new day of the hunt, into the abysmal darkness he looked. Liking his lips with anticipation he laughed manically, as much as he moaned to himself he did love the killing.


Later that night.


Panting hard, he pushed reatsu through his limbs and leaped from branch to branch, the decaying trees of the menos forest supporting his weight with protesting groans.

Hard and fast he moved, uncaring and savage even down to the most basic movements.
The hollow he was chasing, an adjuchas whom he had stumbled upon, was running for life. The poor thing had not a hope in hell of either getting away or surviving, Yummei wasn’t even near his limit despite the battered state he appeared to be in. The pain that was coursing through him was like fuel to him, only pushing him on further with more determination.

The scared beast that ran ahead of him was frantic, fear oozed out him from his perspiration so strong in fact that the scent of it was intoxicating even from the distance that Yummei was to him.

Yummei luaghed cruelly and was ecstatic at the wave of renewed fear that rolled out. Opening up to his full speed Yummei leaped ahead of the fear struck hollow. To fast for it’s for retinas to make out. And punched it heavily in the gut before it even had a chance to process the light that bounced of his form into its eyes to give Yummei image.

Winded, the beast bent over double clutching the spot it had received the dangerous blow. And leaving its face open to a sweet uppercut that Yummei pounded into its face almost lazily. He marveled at his own power as the head of the beast snapped up and his body followed in a smooth arc flowing through the air to land heavily on the ground.

Yummei let his tail sweep slowly against the dirt and muck of the forest floor, the absence of leaves rustling didn’t detract from the creepy noise that was produced from his efforts, and when added to his low manic cackle he was sure that if the hollow wasn’t slipping out of consciousness he would defiantly be shitting bricks… well so to speak.

He bent down and pulled the hollow up by the navel so he could look the thing in its eyes, its eyes where widening and dilating in and out of focus. This was very irritating and Yummei sent a few sharp slaps the face as to wake the thing up.

Speaking slowly and in a low tone, he let an air of boredom mixed with a slightly crazed delight come into his voice. ‘‘So my friend… hehe… how have we been eh? Keeping well are we?’’ Giggling again Yummei dug his sharp talons down into the shoulder joints of the hollow producing a sharp agonized gasp. ‘‘I hear tale that you posses something I want… something I need…’’ Moving his face in closer so that they where almost nose to nose Yummei took a sick pleasure in the fear that was coming out of this pitiful little creature, in its sweat, its eyes and the shaking of its body. Lowing his voice still, as to make it barely a whisper he looked around to add a sense of danger to his words. ‘‘Now tell me friend… What do the words Le Serpenter mean to you?’’

A quick gulp that was it. Then no sign of recognition passed from the hollow.

‘‘Nothing… I swear…’’ His voice shook with fear and sweat poured from ever pore in his skin.

Yummei ran his long tongue over the hollows skin, and cocked his head in a curious manner. Giggling to himself he let his words rasp out slowly, ‘‘you’re … lying…’’

And then his hands closed ruthlessly on the wind pipe of the hollow, crushing into him with a grip that would batter steel. Locking the passage way for air and literally choking the life out of him.

With what must have been the last air in his lungs he gasped out, ‘‘Ok….ok…’’

Yummei released his clamp like grip from around his neck but still maintained a tight grip of his torso, bringing them eye to eye once more Yummei breathed heavily in the creatures face. With his blazing red eyes just daring this pathetic excuse for a hollow to lie to him he bore into the hollows soul ready to distinguish truth from lie.

‘‘Le… Le Serpenter… it’s a name that’s… well… familiar to me. That is to say… I’ve heard it before. In the depths of the forest… no please don’t make me tell you… I’ll be killed…’’

Yummei only grinned with that insane delight that he oh so loved at the minute.

‘‘Ple…’’ A fist struck his mouth. ‘‘Please… In the depths of the forest… He lies in wait like a snake… waiting for those of power to seek him out… that’s all I know I swear…’’

Yummei looked into his eyes for what seemed like hours but what could have been only a few seconds. And in those few seconds an equilibrium was reached, the hollow new he was going to die by Yummei’s hand and Yummei knew he knew it. But the question was, was he going to go down quietly or not?

The muscles in his right arm tensed, Yummei noted this. His breathing slowed, again Yummei noticed this. A faint tingle came over Yummei's skin, that was straw that broke the camels back. No hesitation, no mercy. He was as his name and he reaped justice like a dark angel, his extended talons piercing the skull of the hollow in his grasp.

In the last remaining moment, when his eyes widened in the shock of a death he knew was coming Yummei let his smile slip… ‘The dead deserve a final respect’ this though pierced his mind even as the hollow disintegrated into particles around his out stretched talons.

Part of him was sickened for some reason at what he had done, and some part of him… the majority of him really was just intrigued as to what he had learnt.

‘In the depths of the forest He lies in wait like a snake waiting for those of power to seek him out’

Those words hammered across his mind, ‘like a snake’. That fit with Le Serpenter… and was probably to do with his appearance or some trait.

‘In the depths of the forest’ that was the real gem though… In the depths of the forest, there were many places in the forest of the menos that where considered deep and dark but none more so than corners, the corners where inhabited by the Vasto Lorde.

Beings of insane power, that lived solitary existences. The pinnacle of the hollow race. The excluded themselves from all events and goings on of the hollow world… Why? No one knew, anyone that sought them either failed or… well they where never seen again…
Yummei made a decision there and then, the threat of death had always been present. In fact it had been a driving force behind his actions, now that it was looking likely he wouldn’t let it distract him from his true goal. He wasn’t that much of a coward.

So it was with an iron will that Yummei embarked upon his next step of the journey, setting of with Sonido he traveled to the ends of the forest. What awaited him there he had no idea, he knew only that death would come of it… of that he was sure.

A faint giggle echoed from the recesses of his mind… The dark angel would rise up or he would be crushed into obscurity…

Thats a +4 to spirit power mate, you have me hooked keep it up!

OOC: Some bad language be advised. Oh and the beginning is like a continuation of the very end. Ok so it wouldn’t let me post it all as one. To big apparently so it’s split over two posts.


IC: Pain…

His eyes bulged, as his breath was ripped from his lungs… On his hands and knees, face down trying desperately to suck in air through the thick sea of reiatsu that was literally drowning him.

Out of the corner of his eye he could make out that fucking bastard sitting there, simply watching with the same cool smirk he had kept on his face the whole time. A hot anger boiled inside of him and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and tear that skinny little throat out, but his body wouldn’t permit…

A low chuckle sounded form the hollows direction, echoing of the walls of the cavern they where in… the sound was terrifying, so normal yet so utterly terrifying…

And then the pressure mounted, and the pain stopped… everything went black, and he slumped over where he was kneeling. Slowly his eyes, made their final bat and his last sight was of a dark shadow getting up and walking over to him…

A faint giggle echoed from the recesses of his mind, ‘‘Hehe, good night Yummei…’’



Earlier that day.


Yummei landed with a heavy thud as he came out of his sonido, no time to loose no time to spare. He twisted from first his right shoulder and carried the movement down through his body and bringing his left leg in a deadly arc that clean knocked through the skull of the hollow whom had landed beside him.

The faint sound of two landings behind him announced the other unwelcome visitors, and the sound of breathing reached his adrenaline filled sense. Spinning quickly his eyes narrowed to provide a tunnel vision and give him better focus on the enemies in front of him. The first hollow came at him, swinging hard and fast over head, Yummei ducked narrowly avoiding getting his jaw broke and barreled forward into the beast’s torso, a good 50 pounds lighter he would say it was a tough job for him to make much head way so close up but a swift grab for the goolies made sure of the continued good will of this thing.

This of course didn’t stop his partner from having a go, so Yummei sent a swift strike with his talons extended ripping through the tip of the neck and burrowing up into the skull. He maintained that there was no better feeling than having a hollow die while your hand was still logged in them.

As the big guy dissipated into a mass of spirit particles Yummei lashed out with the elbow of his already extended arm and used the same movement of his torso to bring in a punch from his right.

The elbow jab missed sorrowfully but the punch hammered home, crushing a nose bone and halting the advance of the last hollow. Never one to say no to a free lunch Yummei grabbed the neck of the hollow in his right hand and started to systematically punch away at the face in front of him.

After a while Yummei lost himself in the slow battering of his enemy, slowly breaking all the bones of the face and ending it off with a mighty crack which simply rent the skull bone.

Slumping down on the dirt and muck floor of the clearing Yummei breathed slowly, then chuckling to himself remembered the face of the hollow as he had grabbed nuts. Legend! Sighing slightly he picked himself and shook of the dirt he had managed to pick up, and slowly cracking his neck and knuckles and rolling his shoulders he prepared to set off again. Hopefully this time without any more unexpected arrivals.

That had been happening more and more frequently the further he came in this direction, first it had been lone hollows and he hadn’t worried to much as getting attacked was part of the lifestyle here. But when it had been pairs of hollow, working together and co-coordinating… and then even teams of three. No, something was up here and Yummei was getting a little restless as to find out what.

Pushing off he utilized sonido, not stretching himself to far and trying to gain massive amounts of ground but leaving himself weakened; with all these attacks he needed to be cautious. He moved steadily though, zipping past innumerable amounts of the massive dead trees native to this shit hole and kicking up more dust than he cared to imagine…

OOC: Continuation of last post.

Dust… Shit, anyone with even a reasonable skill in tracking would be able to follow his movements and get the jump on him. Fuck! No point in crying over a slit artery though, so he pressed on… This time pumping the juice and really working those quads of his, he didn’t want to be caught wheezing like an old hollow but he didn’t want to be caught at all so he decided speed was paramount at the moment.

Thud...Thud…Thud, the rhythmic landings of his sonido would have put him to sleep if a tingling sensation hadn’t decided to take up nest in his spine. For some reason he couldn’t shake the feeling that not only was he being followed but he was being watched.

Yummei wasn’t adverse to a good fight, in fact he adored maiming disfiguring and pointless violence… he believed that it was his last link to sanity… if that made sense. But being watched like a pre teen in a shower room wasn’t his cup of tea and he could have screamed with the frustration it built up in him.

A giggle sounded, and the tingling in his spine became a cold flood. His mind worked desperately, was that just the usual workings of his own insanity? Or was it the sick fuck who was watching over him with a hard on?

He didn’t know and frankly he didn’t care right now, he was getting pissed and was going to take a rip in a second. And woe betide anything that got caught up in his wrath. Then the giggle sounded again, and this time he knew it defiantly wasn’t his own twisted sub conscious.

Halting mid sonido, he skidded along the ground and gripped his toes into the dirt to stop himself. Eying the surroundings he passed his gaze slowly and deliberately over everything, any shadow and crevice that could be used to hide in got a penetrating gaze.

And then a blur caught his attention, from the corner of his eye he strained to track the movement of a hollow. It was racing towards him, but that was about all he tell due to the speed the thing was moving at.

Yummei unlocked his knees and simply dropped to the ground, no heroics like in the movies, no standing ground and taking whatever the fuck came at you head on. No that wasn’t his style, he wasn’t a complete twat. Heroics got people dead and Yummei didn’t quite feel like having his skull caved in just yet.

Coming up out of his roll he met the hollow who was turning out of his dove, a dark fist met an unprimed jaw and the impact jarred Yummei to his bones. This guy was sold.
Yummei was no push over though and was satisfied to feel not only a slight crack of bone, but a shift if weight as his punch worked against the momentum of the turn and knocked the hollow the staggering the other way.

A quick recovery was expected though, and this guy wasn’t one to disappoint. He came back hard and fast. Not like the movies or the comics where the two dumbasses’s fighting trade insults and light wounds for a while before a big orgasmic finish that gave the nerd at home a reason to shoot all over his boxers.

No, this was real, this was gritty, this was a fight to the death between to determined psychos. Yummei ever the showman in his own twisted little way decided to give it a little razzle dazzle with the old one two step of the feet and swift ducks and dives as the enemy’s punches came in. This stopped soon enough though as he took a crack to the nose that almost made him see stars.

Coming out his knock back with a more serious mind frame Yummei ducked low under a right hook, lifted up quickly to avoid a knee to the face and smashed a grueling uppercut in as he did so. Using the mere moment that gave him he sent to jabs in with his right and a wind mill in with the left smashing the other side of this guys jaw.

Dropped like a sack of grain the big turd in front of him was looking a bit bandy as he tried desperately to work his mouth but both sides of his jaw where broken. Yummei crouched down next to him, ‘‘what’s your game eh? Who sent you to attack me and why? Answer now or I’ll rip your throat out and feed it to you.’’

The plonker tried desperately to speak but with his jaw unhinged managed to produce only a few noises that sounded reminiscent of a beached whale. Sighing Yummei leaned in and grabbed the hollow by the scruff of the neck and his palm into the hollows chin snapping the jaw back into place. It would only make the brake worse but that didn’t exactly matter at the moment…

‘‘Now tell me, who sent you?’’ Yummei said again, forcing a calming tone into his usually manic voice.

‘‘Go fuck yourself!’’ Came a less than happy reply.

Yummei was knocked bandy by the retort, didn’t that idiot realize that Yummei was going to rip his throat out or did he think it some sort of jest?

‘‘No go fuck yo…’’ Taking a deep breath Yummei decided upon tact for the moment. ‘‘Listen, I didn’t start this. I didn’t attack you; all I want to know is who sent you. And you will tell me, or you’re going to see my bad side.’’

The words didn’t seem to faze the hollow and he stared blankly at Yummei daring him to try to extract some information from him. Yummei chuckled with sick delight; this was going to be a wild night. Stretching out his talons, he grabbed the head of the hollow with his right hand and slowly dug his first claw into the hollow throat.

That’s when the screams started…



A little later on that night.

Yummei grinned with a sweet delight, licking of the blood that stained his talons even as he moved along his new course. The hollow had been a tight lipped little bugger… when it came to information that was; he squealed as good as any piggy Yummei had ever worked on.

Despite reluctances to give out the goods, Yummei had worked on with a dogged determination. Taking his time and working slowly, partly to savor the sweet screams but also to draw out and intensify the pain and soften the little shit up.

No one could take infinite amounts of pain; it was all a matter of finding someone's limit toeing it for a bit then smashing it to kingdom Kong… In a manner of speaking.

The fun Yummei had had doing that was intense but the information he so sparingly received was what made the ordeal worth it, the name and location he had been so trustingly given…. He laughed to himself Yummei you are a funny fucker… the name was, wait for it wait for it… Le Serpenter. Yes that very same name that he had been left with upon the demise of his unfortunate victim not so long ago. The word that had so tormented his mind, the word that had possibly inspired him into this rollercoaster ride.

And the location, that was much less dramatic but no less important. Simply carry on with a bearing of south west… Yummei noted that he would have to bring the genius of compasses to this place… for as far as you could go, and when you could go no further you where there.

Seemed simple enough to him, and he simply set course and got caught up in a rhythm of sonido while his mind chewed over what could be awaiting him there. For this Le Serpenter guy... assuming that’s what Le Serpenter was… to be having lackeys of that strength probably put him in a whole new league to anything Yummei had faced before.

His wonderings, and his wanderings carried on simultaneously for a while until he came to what he assumed was his destination. For looming before him was a massive great big cliff, and rent into the face of it was the mouth of a serpent fangs and all!

Now Yummei wasn’t prone to fear, cause he’s bad like that! But the sight of it, and the thought of what was waiting inside actually caused his bowels to shake just a tad dubiously. But sucking what scraps of courage he could find littered over the floor he proceeded to enter ‘the cavern of doom’ at a slow slow walk.

Yummei actually thought he could feel his own excrement rolling slowly down his leg as he passed under the fang of the serpents mouth at the entrance, but on further inspection it was only his tail hugging close for support.

The cavern was dark, frightfully so. Dark and wet, with the clichéd sound of dripping water in the distance. Yummei moved on, trying desperately to calm his nerves. He couldn’t fathom where his usual bravado, **** O the walk attitude had run of to. Even the old voices in the back of the head Yummei would be better now than this chicken shit, but chicken shit was all that was at hand.

He walked… shuffled one foot after the other… slowly into the darkness, his eyes slowly acclimatizing to the pitch black theme the place had going on. Eventually he even managed to be able to see a few meters in front of himself. Eventually he came to a cross roads, and a torch flickered in its bracket lighting up the area just a bit. Yummei had no clue as to which was to go so he simply took the left road and pulled the torch of the wall as he went past.

With the new found light confidence seemed to creep back into him, but any new found confidence was soon leeched away as upon inspection of the walls he saw bones layered throughout. The sight wasn’t shocking or even repulsive to him, it was just a little more confirmation that he was maybe in over his head. But alas he pushed on further still.

Silence… eerie and thick. Each step he took seemed to be like the thundering pound of a herd stampeding over a plain, each time he moved he flinched at the noise he made. In fact he was starting to get a little pissed at how cowardly he was becoming.

…In a haze of dirt and rubble the wall on the left side of him erupted just a meter ahead of him and out barreled the most muscle bound hollow he had ever seen. A titan of testosterone, a mutant of massive proportions. He was big, bad, very fucking ugly and seemingly pissed as a motherfucker.

Running straight at Yummei arms spread out all…hmmm let’s say 400 pounds… of his weight was flung on Yummei’s frame. Knees buckled, arms collapsed and Yummei caved like a hooker punched in the gut by a fat pimp. The position they made on the floor resembles a hooker getting worked over by a fat pimp too.

His diaphragm was in serious trouble and if he wasn’t dead already he would have been frightened to death. However being the hollow that he was Yummei quickly over came his fear in the face of adversity and lashed out with his tail. Bringing it ripping upwards tearing into the abdomen of the hulking brute. Causing the big fella’ to rise up in a seething rage, all the while leaving his pretty little face open to a quick thrust from Yummei’s talon. One through the eye, the other a straight brainer.

As the beast dissipated into spirit particles… good riddance by the way… Yummei just lay there, simply taking pleasure in breathing and watching the shadow of his chest cast by the torch rise and fall. It was undoubtedly a beautiful thing.

Eventually even beauty bored him so he picked his rather beat up frame of the ground along with his torch and carried on… even more tenderly than before… down the path.

As he walked, a slow humming noise reached him. Soon accompanied by the growing feeling of apprehension and a thick reiatsu. At this distance he didn’t want to hazard a guess but if his guesstimate was on the money there was a beast and a bloody half waiting down there for him.

Curiosity killed the cat as they say and so it was now. For Yummei found himself compelled to carry on, he couldn’t turn back now. Or rather his body wouldn’t allow despite his mid screaming at him to get the fuck out of there.

As the reiatsu got heavier and his anxious worries got heavier Yummei could feel himself bricking it. But soon enough the shadow cast by the torch widened out, foretelling the end of the passage way and consummating his impending doom.

Slowly, nervously he edged forward into the open space. It’s darkness made the rest of the place look like the Vegas strip, but after a few moments his eyes acclimatized and he could make out the outline of a figure a little away from himself.

His breathing didn’t slow, it fucking well stopped… and he croaked out somehow, ‘‘Le Serpenter…’’ It wasn’t a question it was a very pitiful statement.

A shallow cackle met his words and the figure stepped into the light, it was ghastly and yet darkly beautiful at the same time. Thin and supple looking, his limbs where very long and bony. His face was sallow and shrunken yet full off a self confidence that bespoke his power and his mask curved of at either side of his mouth to jut out into fangs.

‘‘Yes Yummei, it is good to finally meet you.’’ And then the words where over and he raised his long slender arm.

The reiatsu poured out…

Wow....just WOW.....that was some piece of writing there mate and i THINK i'm about to give the most points ever awarded in one go...ya ready? +bloody 10 Spirit! And because of the quality and the vivid description and story telling I'm also awarding 20 ZE.

Pain and fear gave way to darkness…

The sounds of laughter at the back of his head rose and blocked out all over noise, rising steadily in sound until it was a mad cackle that shook his head and would have left him on his knees in agony if he hadn’t already been up shit creak.

And then the laughter stopped… and all was silent, Yummei wandered whether this was death? And then abruptly a voice spoke to him, it sounded close to him, as if the whisper was being spoken right in his ear yet it sounded as if it was being shouted from a far away distance.

‘‘You failed Yummei, you’re dieing my friend…’’ A low chuckle that echoed in this empty cavern that was surly his own mind. ‘‘You lie here on you’re knee’s, the breath being chocked out of you simply by the power of this thing in front of you.’’ It was now that the sound of disgust tinted ever so slightly with a seething rage. ‘‘How dare you make claim to the name Yummei, the title of Dark Angel is something that you have never been worthy off. You sniveling retch.’’

Something began to form in the pit of Yummei’s stomach; something white hot and bubbling with what would be akin to indignation. Breaths started to come now, sharp and jagged they where but it was still breathing. And the voice still continued, insulting and teasing gloating at the fact that Yummei had been defeated so easily, so proud was he and yet so easily fallen.

The bubbling in his stomach turned into a stormy rage, and his breaths started to form into deeper swallows rather than jagged rasps. His eyes started focus; his retina’s sharpening down to form the usual predatory glare that they possessed.

And then with its final whisper the voice in his head seeded its own destruction… ‘‘The dark angel is fallen…’’

And then something seemed to breaking within him, the raging torrents in the pit of his stomach seemed to pour through the rest of his body. And every where it touched he felt a burning sensation, the revitalization of muscles and nerves. The carrying of blood, oxygen and most importantly energy back to all parts of his body.

With this renewal of sorts his vision returned ever so slowly, the dark blur slowly taking on colour and clarity. An outline at first was all he saw, but second by second his vision sharpened and slowly details started to work their way to him. The smug look on the hollows face, combined with the cruel turn up of the lips. It was the face of a complacent victor; he had not won the spoils of this battle however. And slowly as his reiatsu seeped back, and started to increase; forming at first a weak red outline around Yummei’s bent form. But slowly taking a more boisterous colour and shape, turning from a weak outline into a raging aura of molten flame. It grew steadily, as did the shock on the hollow’s face; and as the flames rose higher and higher eventually reaching a new found height that even in his previous prime they had never reached the jaw of the hollow seemingly dropped.

Now filled with this raging energy Yummei pushed himself slowly up, battling against the reiatsu that still filled the room. And ever so slowly he rose up to face the hollow eye to eye, his red pupils boring deep into the sallow whites of his enemy’s. His determination, the fruits of his struggles taking form in his stare.

Yummei noticed the slight gulp along the slender neck of the hollow and smirked, a cruel smirk that touched only the edges of his lips. Yummei concentrated and bent his reiatsu to his will, letting the flames gradually flicker towards the hollow. Slowly reaching out and touching him, seeking to wrap around his limbs; their slow movements not portraying the seething anger of their intentions.

The hollow stumbled back in fear, all thoughts of earlier superiority forgotten. Pride lost and fear prominent, the sweat formed in heavy beads on his brow as the roles where reversed and it was Yummei’s reiatsu that took the toll. In fact even Yummei was surprised by the rate at which his energy was progressing, but he didn’t let his surprise filter through the look of menace plastered on his face. No he would let these moments be one’s of complete joy; nothing would spoil it for him.

He walked forward, slow and deliberate. Seeking only to sustain the fear of this being for as long as possible, into the corner the thing backed. And a thing it was, without the confidence of superiority it lost all back bone.

As they moved into the corner his reiatsu started to fill more space, reaching out towards the corners of the room and filling the area they were in. So much so that by the time the hollow’s back was up against the wall the area they occupied was filled with his energy in the form of raging flames for a 10 meter wide radius. It was an unimaginable thrill for him to walk through the manifestation of his power, watching the flames give way before him even as the hollow had to use what power he could master to batter a path backwards.

As the hollow hit the wall, the look of terror that crossed his features was pitiful to say the least. Yummei however felt no mercy, no compassion at this moment in time he relinquished what morality he had and became one with the beast inside. And reaching out a hand he bent his reiatsu into taking shape around the hollow, holding him up roughly so that they where eye to eye once more.

No longer was it a look of equals, not even close. Now it was the master looking upon the battered servant, with a sneer of contempt Yummei reached out both his hands and cupped the face of the hollow despite his best efforts to wriggle and squirm.

He leant forward, until they where almost mouth to mouth and he spoke ever so slowly and deliberately. ‘‘The dark angel rises my friend…’’ And then with a last farewell to any scruples that might have remained within him Yummei succumbed to the temptation that was true power. And he slowly bit into the flesh of the hollow taking chunks out at a time. Slowly consuming his essence, his souls and every last drop of power within.

The screams raged for a while but soon they gave way and as the hollow dissipated into spirit particles around him, Yummei felt the blazing energy that was his own reiatsu mix and meld with the new foreign power within him.

A concoction of burning hot ambition and raw strength combined with subtlety and pure evil formed inside of him. And manifested itself as a swirling black wind of power around Yummei.

In the torrents of the storm Yummei was twisted, molded and bent into a new form. And as the cloud slowly gave way Yummei stepped out of it, changed forever. He retained some of his old self, his tail and his pitch black skin and of course the burning red eyes. But some things changed, his mask now curved to form bent back horns at the top and his form was more sleek and serpentine.

None of this mattered to him though; all he cared for was the new knowledge of power within him. Stretching and bending his muscles he was secure in the knowledge that the time of the dark angel had come… He was now a Vasto Lorde.

+3 to Spirit.