The dark road.

OOC: Im going to be using this thread to show Yummei's journey to menos. Then i will be using it as an application for points spirit power.

IC:Yummei stood with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. The hot sand scorching against the naked soul's of his feet. The pain was ecstasy to him, and a sick pleasure washed over him. As with all hollows emptiness existed within him and he felt the unending need to fill it. To devour souls.

And so he had, scores of human souls he laid to waste but they were not enough, they tasted bitter on his tongue. There paltry energy could ne'er fill him and so his epiphany had come. He would gorge on the souls of his brethren.

He opened his eyes and walked on, letting the ache in his soul fill his mind. It mad him dizzy, he could barley stand up. The unrelenting pound of it, driving him insane. He could feel his jaws longing to split open and shatter, his whole body felt like it was ready to unravel.

Walking in this state he had been to a spot of pre destined importance for him. He struggled with him self even as he moved fighting to keep himself together. He cleared a sand dune and there before him was a sight of beauty. Pure carnage.

Hundreds of hollows fighting and feasting on the blood of the fallen. He could not take the sight, mixed with the excruciating pain in him it formed a... a... feeling that can only be described as far beyond orgasmic. He staggered forward in his ecstasy. His whole body alive with feeling, the pain tore at him and the joy filled him.

As he entered the scene he immediately drove his tail through the skull of some poor hollow and watched as it disintegrated. Cackling madly he stood their, the seeming accumulated madness of this entire scene represented in him.

Launching himself at the back of another hollows neck he sunk his fangs into its neck and tore away a huge chunk of it. The roar of pain that followed only heightened the experience for him and he felt the intake of energy filling him like nothing before ever had.

And so they continued for hours seemingly, and one by one as they fought and died there spirits evaporated and condensed together in the air forming together a mindless being of merged hollow energy... or maybe it was not so mindless.

One soul among the many burned with a fiercer desire, a greater determination. A raw desire for power.

As the newly formed Gillian let loose its first roar the sun caught its eyes and a blazing red was reflected...

Yummei reveled in the new power he possessed. The densely compacted spirit energy of hundreds of hollows, and he had taken control. Battering down the minds of all the hollow that co-existed within this body had been arduous and grueling on him, but now that he held the power of them in his hands it was all worth it.

Looking down upon this town of humans, he felt a great excitement build up in him. He would massacre this place and glutton upon the souls of countless men women and children.

Let the chaos begin.

Opening his massive jaws, he released the compressed spirit energy gathered within them in a destructive red beam; the hue of blood. It struck down upon the unsuspecting residents of the town like a bolt from the heavens, and all the while it massacred them they still remained ignorant as to what caused there death.

Slaughter, bloody carnage, genocide the likes of which was unimaginable. These expressions palled in front of what Yummei did. He crushed and smashed tore flesh asunder, rained his cero down upon them. A seemingly divine angel come to enforce karmic justice, or so it would seem to the people facing this assault.

Hundreds, not thousands, he killed in minutes. Leaving there souls open and defenseless ready to be consumed and added to his own spirit energy.

A roar of epic proportions bellowed from his massive form, the form of all Gillian. That was perhaps the only irksome thing about his transformation; he was just another Gillian among thousands. No! He was not like the others, he had drive, ambition; he had a purpose.

These thoughts spurred him on, as well as any whip had ever spurred a slave into action and he gorged himself upon the souls of these unfortunates. The feeling was... the feeling was... it was a let down.

He had hoped that consuming so many of these souls at once would have filled him like nothing before, but the same emptiness held him; in fact these souls seemed to fill him less than any human soul ever had.

He couldn't fathom the meaning; surely such a grand intake of spiritual energy should have him feeling almost... almost alive. What could possibly be the reason for the lackluster effects his feast had produced? And then it hit him. His great size and increase in spiritual energy meant that human souls, that had even before tasted bitter and weak to him now gave no nourishment at all.

So he thought to himself, human souls have no effect on you now eh? That just leaves hollows. This though picked his spirits up as he had a personal vendetta aginst hollows, still hating his own kind for having been turned into one of them.

Yummei realized that he needed to go. Shinigami would definitely be on there way to eliminate him, a attack of this magnitude could not go un-noticed. And so he opened a girganta and stepped through it returning to hueco mundo.

As a Gillian he now resided beneath the Sandy plains, he lived in the forest of the Gillian. Perfect he thought, this is the perfect place for me to begin my slaughter. I shall haunt this forest and all its occupants until I have achieved my goals, I shall evolve out of this body and into a being of pure power.

+4 Spirit power