Redemption? No. Only Retribution.

Urufu Tatsumaki was the opposite of balance. He was a being whom must feed on blood. Must ONLY feed on blood. If he doesn't, he will throw it back up. Violently. Urufu was a being whom hated people with a passion. Some MAY be able to gain his trust, and even friendship, but that was rare. I mean, who befriended their cow before eating them? As this being stalked through the night, his cloak billowed in the wind behind him, giving the illusion of surreality. The cool night breeze shuffled through his hair, sending gold locks all over the place. This being, this Urufu Tatsumaki, was hungry. And this Being, Urufu Tatsumaki, was strongest in the dark.

Feed.. kill something.. destroy something.. maim.. Fuck man, Rape something! That voice would be Vereor. Vereor was a powerful spirit trapped inside of Urufu, do to bad holy water and inwardly possession. Normally, Urufu listened. This was normally. Walking coldly past a group of gangsta hoodlum bad boy's, be smacked his shoulder into one 'by accident'. Obviously, harsh words were traded and a fight began. The gangsters surrounded Urufu, drawing weapons and getting ready to lay some hurt on this blond, cloak wearing punk.

"Do you feel that, gentlemen?" He asked them, his voice twisting inside his own mouth. "Do you feel that hatred?" His eyes began glowing red. Vereor howled in delight. He was soon to be free. "That hatred and darkness in your heart... is bad for you." Suddenly, he burst into his demonic form.

Tendrils of blackness ejected from his back. The tentacles from his back were very special. They were sentient on their own and the top two had mouth's and eye's. The grinned at him. Blackness began to seep from his eyes and cover his hands (and feet). After several moments of this, his hands and feet were completely covered in a slick, black substance. This substance was harder then diamonds. Finally, his claws and teeth lengthened. "Rip and maim and burn and rape!" He called, his voice echoing and deep.

Taking a step forward, his tentacles shot from his back, impaling the first gangster through the head. Pulling the corpse towards him, he bent down over it and drained it of blood. His tentacles attacked the gangsters while he was busy, a few chuckles escaping his throat as he sucked the blood from the dead man.

The blood wasn't bad. It was a bit saltier then he was used to. Stupid kids living on the streets couldn't eat properly?! As the red, nourishing liquid drained down his throat, he sighed in content. It had been too long since he fed. Vereor (and Urufu) would soon have enough power to battle even the strongest people in this world. Standing up, he wiped the blood from his mouth with a black-covered hand, and sighed. They were dead already. His tentacles returning to him, they shrank back down slightly before disappearing. "Here, Urufu..." Vereor whispered, before allowing the boy control over his own body again.

The changes reverted, the blond kid in the cloak turned and abruptly walked away, whistling a sharp tune and looking quite cheerful.

Silvia lounged upon a small wooden bench with his arms positioned slightly above his knee caps. He sat erect, and silent listening to the people play and enjoy their day in the sun's blissful rays. Silva listened to sound of five heart beats suddenly consist to one. It was unnatural. There was someone , or a type of creature destroying life.

Silvia arose from his place of leisure , and began to transcend with great haste,, to only find four corpses lying and branded in their own blood. Silvia pressed descended slowly , as he ran one hand upon the body of the fallen. The human being awoke, and escaped from the very clutches of death.

The Demon Stirs

The sky dark, clouds hiding the only light given by the moon as Hinashi strolled along the streets of Karakura. A light breeze flowed through the air, her hair shifting slightly on her shoulders. Her arms rested inside her kimono as she walked slowly, listening to the sounds of the night. A slight stumble was noted in her step as she walked further into the heart of Karakura. She had felt something earlier as she left the bar she had been in shortly before this time. She had not been sure what the feeling had been but it had been dark. Evil. She had sensed the craving. The craving to feed. Her violet eyes sparkled from the occasional moonlight, her height catching a few looks, her stumbling even more. Yet no one spoke, no one motioned at the girl.

The craving was drawing her like a moth to light. It had been a familiar feeling, like a old friend found at last. She had sworn to never experience the feeling outside of battle but the feeling was intoxicating. The smell of blood was light, but noticeable in the air. A flame flickered.

THe void was close at hand as she unsheathed her zanpakuto slightly. The flame grew as she feed her emotions, thoughts, feelings, making the flame grow larger and larger. As the void enveloped her as thick as the night she passed a young boy. The smell of blood floated from him, the scent sweet to her nose make her sick. Her stomach quenched as she stopped and looked at the boy. He looked young, innocent but the craving was noticeable.

As they passed each other Hinashi reached behind her and drew her zanpakuto. The moonlight caused the blade to shimmer as she turned to face to the youths back. "You smell of death." she said with a smile, her face twisted into a grin. "You smell of blood." her right hand gripped the hilt of her zanpakuto, her left rested inside her kimono. A purple haze covered her body as the smell of water filled the air. A sharp metallic smell followed.

"You smell of evil. You smell vile." Hinashi stated as her left hand rested upon a small silverish object inside her kimono. The wind whipped around her as the purple glow grew, engulfing the area around her giving off a dim light.




Artist: Alvin and the Chipmunks
Song: A few Songs