Traveling was a constant activity for him now. His primary focus was always Asia, considering just how twisted and disrupted it was. The huge shift here was incomparable to all other places all around the world. His journey through the collapsed and convulted world brought him here across the endless white sands broken apart by gaping maw and fissure.

Some of the cracks ran for as far as his eyes could see and others were stretched long that he almost worried if he would be able to jump over them. He always did with a bit of a push, kick, and running start.

What was he looking for?
Nothing really. As a traveler in this day and age there wasn't really any reason to travel other than to try and find something alive or abnormally abnormal in this abnormally abnormal realm. The white sands never held much. Their endless white would cover over body, track, and it's potent energy made finding anything unusual difficult. Most creatures would avoid this sort of place anyway, preferring the more civilized and organized locales an extraordinary distance away, but it was probably because of that reason that he decided to come here to adventure.

"Hey you!" That immediately caused the man to stop, not expecting a voice. That was the last thing he honestly expected to hear. Looking around, he didn't see anything. Whatever it was and wherever it came from, he couldn't sense it either.

The shape and color appeared almost as if dust were falling off the creature. The dust fell off him, revealing his red and orange, round, toad like form. He stood on two, fat legs and had reptilian-like spines that ran down his back, down the back of his arms, and smaller ones were upon his face almost like whiskers. He had a very wide head and a smooth white mask that covered only the top portion of his frog-like face.

"Oh. You are a Hollow?" Turning his head curiously, the man wondered just how the creature had managed to completely hide himself from all means of detection. He was clever and pretty capable then to be able to manage that.

"Arrancar! I'm an Arrancar!" Impatiently, he corrected the young traveller.

"Oh." Carefree, the man looked around a moment and saw a strange looking mound in the distance. He moved his hand to his chin, inquisitively, as he started to ponder what he had just went through. If this Arrancar could hide himself so well, then it was possible that there were more of his kind around here, close by, likely concealing themselves with some similar technique. "Are there more of you?" The man asked, looking back to the Arrancar.

"You are a really, really careless guy, ya know? I don't know if you are stupid or have just been sleep for the passed 10 years. Guess it don't matter, cuz you are 'bout to be dead anyway," The Arrancar promised as he lunged for the man.


"Mercy..." The Arrancar pleaded, his sword broken and his body burnt.
"That was...A little embarrassing on your end," The man noted, hands behind his head uninjured as he was. Really, he only hit the Arrancar with one attack and he was already beat down as much as he was now.

"L-listen...You were looking for the others? They over there-Way over there! You should go see them!" Trying his hardest to get the guy off his back, the Arrancar sold out his allies in a flash. The man nodded once before smirking.

"I actually have been asleep for a while. Guess I need to warm up some," Cracking his knuckles he released a small amount of his energy. It wasn't spiritual energy like any other either. The waves that came of his body were dark, malevolent, and haunting. He was immersed in an impure aura that was thick with malicious intentions and fiery fury.

"You! Y-Y-You're a Demon!" The Arrancar noted, coughing a bit as he excited himself overmuch.
"My name is Cole and I am not just a Demon. I'm the Worst Demon,"" With a quick jump of speed, he performed Demon Step and would make his way towards this mysterious place.

"You are pretty good!" An Arrancar said, looking to her right to see the ashes that were the remains of her comrade. The flames were so hot that their unrelenting fury left nothing but ash. They weren't ordinary flames. They were flames full of hatred and evil. These were angry, wrathful flames.

"So you guys only understand brute, violent force? That's something I'm used to anyway. But, don't hate me if you challenge me then die," Cole said, a sinister grin on his face. The woman grabbed her sword, about to say something, but Cole rushed her and, grabbing her mouth, summoned the wild, chaotic familiar flames. The flames wrapped around his arms, coming to life in an instant, and ran about his body as her face was burned and her screams were muffled by her burning, molten flesh.

"Greater Breakthrough is enough, apparently," The Demon noted, the flames completely consuming him to make him burn a radiant orange that was hot enough that his super heated spiritual pressure seemed like an arctic breeze. She didn't have enough time to call for her hidden power or even scream out to alert others. She was consumed by the hungry orange flames and, still gripping the wet, slippery flesh that was her face, Cole slammed her body into the wall of a well hidden fortress and the flames jumped to create a brilliant flash of bright orange.

When the flames subsided there was only a black ash mark where her charred body was turned to dust.

"To be honest, I'd rather talk this out. If you all would just stop attacking me..." Without any real remorse, Cole decided to go into the inner depths of the Hollow managed real estate that was kept hidden from the rest of the world. Just what sort of beings were here and how had they managed to stay hidden so long. Cole longed for some company, he'd been alone for how long now? Still, it'd been just as long since he battled with all his strength and, in all honesty, he was enjoying the thrill of the fight just as much as his want to have a normal conversation with something.

His emotions were scattered all over the place. As he walked into the unknown territory he was excited and a little afraid at the same time. He felt a strange, quaking anxiety that crawled up his stomach and into his chest, telling him that it's probably a great deal more dangerous than he was showing. However, he couldn't help but want to keep on going, motivated by a child-like curiosity that would not be quelled until he stuffed himself with knew knowledge. Unfortunately for him, the things he would see would disappoint him to the point of uncontrollable rage.


There was likely a chilling silence as the king's threats hung in the air. His gluttonous sanctification at the pain and distress of the abused and disrespected Miyoko. There was likely no one here that would ever argue him. No one here that would deny him his horrible and barbaric tyranny. They all just looked the other way to his crimes upon his own and allowed his dishonors to go without rebuke. In fact, they probably took to him as a leader because of his ruthlessness. His personality was one that was unkind, uncaring, and couldn't careless about the value of another's life. It was that monstrous way he carried himself that allowed him to sit comfortably in that pitiful throne as the King, Lord and Ruler. They looked up to him as an ideal savage worthy of respect as he had not only power, but he had the courage to torture others mentally and physically with that self loving smile.

As he watched Miyoko, having likely paid no attention to the fighting and deaths that went around his Hollow filled castle, a enormous surge of abnormal energy, which would be clearly detectable where as, before, it was only a subtle buzz in the background, would likely fill the entire hall as the temperature in the room skyrocketed. A spiraling attack flooded the room next, following that eruption of energy, and flew straight for Arden, who sat cockily in his pig chair. The spiral of flame was moving a very fast speeds and the actual swirling fire was so compacted that it appeared as an almost beam of energy with a sharp tip at it's end. The force behind it was nothing to take lightly, nor was the heat that thrived within it's coiling form. Spinning, the attack was blasted with more than enough power to completely decimate the back wall of this throne room and, hopefully, burn Arden significantly, but keep him alive long enough to endure the pain from those burns.

"So you are the one in charge here," If there were doors to his audience chamber they were blasted off their hinges and, walking from the shadows of said entry way, the young looking Demon held an entire arm that was completely blaze with heat and demonic energy. He was so furious...So irate right now! Ordinarily, he was in control of himself. He almost never lost himself in his own fury. Berserk? He was a few baby steps from just setting everything ablaze. The heat from his angry flooded him, bringing the temperature of this room up more than 30 degrees in an instant.

At first, he had been excited. He was like a child that found a cool looking toy store. Sure, it had a few bullies in it, but after a few fights they could get along. That was how the story books went, right? The moral was to learn to turn your enemy into your friend because you both have more things in common than you initial realize. No. The passed 20 minutes traveling through this place Cole saw things that he never wanted to see. Disgusting rape and violent murders and random abuse for no reason. Sure, as a Demon you'd think that he'd seen it all and even experienced it all, but Cole was not any ordinary Demon. Whether you would call him changed, enlightened, or just abnormal...Cole grew angry when he saw things like that. Unnecessary things like that. Suffering was something that, forever, he wouldn't be able to stomach.

That was why he ended the suffering by killing the prosecutors on the spot.
He really caused quite a mess back there in his rage. Still, whether grateful or spiteful, the very Arrancar that Arden was talking about should be able too, as of now, claim their own freedom. Doing so didn't come without a few costs. Cole had a few hits on him, a bruise here or there or a cut on this part or that part, but those wounds were already on their way towards healing.

Cole was so full of hate and rage that he couldn't even see Miyoko right now. He didn't see Braujo either. All he saw was based on what he heard only seconds ago, from the mouth of that bastard. Cole was going to beat the crap out of him even if he had to die to do it. That was all he could think about. All he could focus on was making a despicable guy like that endure equal suffering before he burned him into nothing but ash.

"Get up. I'm sure a bastard like you can endure that," Cole would command. Sure, his Flare Wave was a powerful attack, probably his best as it was focused and surging with a large amount of pressure behind the heat. It would slam into an opponent like a speeding train while burning them as deeply as possible. If Arden could walk away from that attack unscathe, Cole would definitely have to up the anty. He had no problem doing that either. No. If this became a fight he would likely only drown in his own agitated emotions and keep going until Arden was dead.

Somewhere in the middle of Cole's own antagonizing, a few Arrancar and Adjuchas were rushing from his rear. Cole definitely hadn't gotten rid of all of them. It was more like he beat the crap out of a few, killed one or two, then rushed as he was avoiding attacks and that's when he heard Arden.

Not long after the tall, slender female left what was left of Las Noches did she find herself deep in the desert. She began to comb the desert in hopes that the original feeling she had would return and guide her to what was going on. It was not long, however till Manda found what she was looking for, or so she hoped. She had seen quite a bit of some sort of fire from a distance. Not sure if this is what she was looking for she began to take her time to reach the place. As she was traveling, however, she soon began to feel the spiritual pressures of Arden’s companions in the room with him. Manda smiled once she picked up on this and began to head for right for the cause of the pressure. She soon found herself deep in a room where many where charging a Cero and, what seemed to be a new face deep in the middle of fighting. Manda would stand back and watch, hoping not to get into another fight so soon after recovering from the attack from the 2 Shinigam’s a bit and just did not feel the need to interrupt just yet.

Cole's ire was bottomless. His anger was so focused, so potent, that it seemed to add to the surging radiating heat that was pumping out of himself. He took a moment to look behind and to his right and left, his eyes quickly shooting one way then the other. The other Hollow were going to jump in on the attack all the same. Despite that, he was unafraid. Even with numbers against him he wasn't going to worry. He couldn't worry. The thoughts of completely obliterating this group was all that he was able to really put to mind at the moment. Fear, anxiety, and planning didn't matter to him right now. They were all so unimportant than his relentless anger had already put him into this rampaging mindset.

Slaves. That's all he thought the other Hollow were? That's all they were worth? There was a time when such words and way of life wouldn't have bothered Cole this much. When he was a rampaging tyrant just the same as them. Throwing around his own weight and spending every waking moment he had looking, hungrily, for the next fight. However, he learned that wasn't how he should live. Thriving on the pain and loss of others was the life of a parasite. The only true way to understand power, life, and oneself is to be able to demonstrate consideration and understanding of others. To fight, not for oppression, but for the joy of companionship.

Even though Cole could somewhat relate to the man's words, he held no sympathy for him. Cole had grown and through his growth he learned that these sorts needed to be eliminated. Their lives were not worth saving or repairing or salvaging after the many lives they destroyed and pillaged. They couldn't make amends for what they'd done no matter how hard you beat it into them that they were wrong. Fortunately for Cole, killing off these Hollow wouldn't permanently kill them. Their souls would be dragged to the fiery, explosive torments of hell where they would truly experience the weight of their own karma.

Arden came at him, brandishing a hefty weapon, but it was not too Cole's surprise. Cole could see the attack with incredible clarity. From what Cole could tell, through the way Arden held his weapon and rushed in, it was too easy to predict what sort attack was coming. That is also what allowed Cole too, sliding his right leg back and putting some weight on his left, slightly bent leg, brace himself for the oncoming attack.

Cole blocked the forward slash with his left arm, bending the limb in protectively, just before the rest of his body. The attack would have been slowed, but Arden would have found that it was still possible to cut clean through Cole's arm as he was already a good portion of the way there with that first attack. Cutting through Cole's arm would not be that difficult for someone of Arden's level and, as it looked, Cole was still not actively utilizing his Demonic Energy as a means to protect himself. It was almost like he wanted to be cut and that was why he utilize such a simple, yet dangerous, block.

"Then, for only a moment, I will endure her suffering too..." Cole said low, though with Arden as close as he was it would be very easy to hear. "I accept this wound for all those that you have forced to bleed tears and blood," Cole would have added, his brow furrowed and a cemented frown in place that only gave away a fraction of his irritation. Despite all that seething fury, his voice was almost calm and quiet.

Being close to Cole, Arden would feel a sharp rise in temperature. However, that was nothing compared to the rise in temperature that Cole purposely wrought. There was a wave of energy that flew from Cole, which resembled a bright flash of an explosion, as a manufactured heatwave erected itself around Cole for a mammoth 50 yards diameter. The attack was very bright, just like a orb comprised of hot red and orange flames compacted into a sphere formation. The wave was heavy. It was able to blow back Arden a few yards even if he had prepared for it in advance. To Arden, who was the closest, it would feel as if he were completely on fire down to deep in his muscles. His exterior would be alight and he would be on fire until he managed to get a good enough distance away from Cole's physical body. If Arden was as weak as Miyoko thought, Arden flesh would start to burn under his armor and his natural armor would start to discolor before cracking. Manda too, if she entered anywhere close to Cole, would be hit by this attack if she didn't dodge or evade.

Then came the Cero. Cole wouldn't avoid or try to counter those attacks either. No. He awaited them in that blindingly bright orb of pure flame and heat. When the Cero and bala came into the radius of that space of pure flames and fire, their size shrunk significantly. It was almost as if they were being ate by the same heat and burnt by the same flames that made up that defensive attack. The Demonic energy, as well as the concentrate flame, were like friction to the attack eating away at it the longer it traveled through it and the greater the speed the higher the amount of damage it was to each and everyone of those projectile attacks. Though, even with their mystical erosion, the attacks would still survive and they would still crash into Cole's body with a great deal of remaining power.

There was a distinct explosion as the cero hit the center of the sphere. Had they missed a target they would have likely just passed by or perhaps the explosion was from the attacks crashing into each other? In any case, the damage was obscured by the bright ball of fire that maintained itself at the rear of the Arden's audience chamber. Likely, they could try to guess what happened via their spiritual perception, but it would be hard to really gauge how much damage Cole received if he blocked the attack with something else whilst in the center of that super heated orb.

The flames started to die down and the sphere of fire started to vanish. The flames would vanish from all including those they were set upon to burn, likely Arden and potentially Manda, and they left nothing behind but a sole survivor of the last attack.

Cole was battered. Even he took a great deal of damage from so many cero stacked on top of the other. What was worse was that he was in the same place. Not only had he decided to take the cero head on, but he braced for them. Instead of being carried by the cero, likely avoiding a few, he acted as a wall and took the full effect of each bala and each cero and remained in that same exact spot unmoving. If a human were tossed in a sack and beat with bats and sticks they would look the exact same as Cole. A few broken bones here, damaged and sore muscle there, and a headache that made the room spin slightly were all just some of the most obvious injuries that he could feel. There was so much pain that they somewhat all just turned into one, pulsating agony.

Cole would try to take a step, but fall down to a knee. He didn't even have a left arm to try and catch himself, "You've suffered a lot..." He struggled to start, coughing a bit. Catching his breath with a few huffs, he continued, "And I understand only a small amount of it now..." Cole, with beaten and battered eyes, would look over at Miyoko. Despite how beat up he was, those red eyes of his were still unafraid and unwavering. No matter how much it hurt to breath and how hard it was to stand, they would never give up. He could suffer this pain over and over again, but those eyes were still without any sign of doubt that he couldn't accomplish what he set out to do. He would protect everything that he said he would and he would win where he absolutely needed too. No matter what the costs, no matter how much it hurt, and no matter how hard it was those were the eyes of a man that absolutely couldn't stop.

Despite Arden's claims about Cole receiving an honorless death, it was more than apparent now that Cole's honor was not one that could be tarnished even in his own death. He could have his remains eviscerated, fed to dogs, and defecated on, but he would always be this guy now in life. He was always the man that tried harder than he was even able in order to protect another. He would be known as the being that fought, suffered, and picked himself up to fight again even if Arden would kill him.

"Urgghhh....Gyaaahh..." Cole would say, gripping his erratic heart. He felt a familiar heat rush through his body, filling him up with a painful sensation. The lava in his veins made his other wounds seem fleeting and small. He felt his heartrate jump to the point that it was just painfully thrashing around in his chest. The pain of that inner flame awakening was incomparable. Being burned, melted, or dissolved in fire or chemicals was nothing compared to this torment. It was excruciating and it was a pain that felt, although mere moments, endless.

Cole's body started to radiate a dark, malevolent energy. At first it slowly came from his body as dark black smoke came off his skin and rose upwards. The energy now was on an entirely different level than what was released before. This latent power was large and it was evil. It was so evil that those nearby would look upon it and feel as if they were in the presence of a devil or a monster, even when compared to Arrancar. That precarious sensation of being near someone that was so angry that you wanted to stop at nothing to keep them from going on a tirade, that fear, was what those objectively watching could experience. It was like being in a room with the embodiment of pure, undying hate.

Standing up, holding his sides, Cole leaned back to offer one last cry, "Gryaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" He yelled as flames seemed to just explode from his body. The flames came out of his skin, naturally erupting out. His body evolved and adapted itself to naturally exude fire from his skin and the amount of flames that came out of his body was enough to create 9-14 foot tall trails of the heat. Anything and everything flammable around him would catch fire and quickly be burned as the fire was maintained by his own heat and demonic radiation. The flame was unusual, other than it coming out of every part of his body, including his face. The tall tails of fire looked almost...Alive. There was the imagery of a mouth, smiling with serrated teeth and other times there was an image of hands or arms swirling in the flames. The way the flame swayed and flowed was unnatural too and seemed to accentuate that it was alive as well. The flames flowed out of him were apart of him, having been drawn from the deepest depths of himself, and it was a fool that thought they were ordinary, regular flames.

The pain was gone. The heat had dwindled. Now, Cole's body was naturally hot and naturally attuned to this form. He felt his own Demonic energy surge inside. The boost to his power was intoxicating. He felt almost euphoric as his full strength gave him such a significant boost to his abilities. Stronger, faster, smarter...He felt as if he had transcended into something higher. Releasing his sealed strength and using it now was exhilarating.

Still, even released his arm was missing and his injuries were still there. His power was enormous, likely intimidating to some simply from it's nature rather than it's quantity. Likely, if one wanted to take advantage of him a quick, long ranged sort of attack would probably be ideal...Though if it would work was questionable at this point.

He was a Demon after all. A wrathful Demon who was motivated enough to bring down his own might upon those deserving the most horrific of deaths.

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Bonus

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"..." Upon releasing, the first thing Cole realized was that she was indeed not here. He only could recall flashes of what Arden said through all Cole's own pain and the unleashing of his true power. She was just outside and, by what Cole recalled, this Arden man wished for her to be executed. Naturally, that meant Cole only had so much time to fight these Hollow now.

Still, he couldn't find the ability to worry. Bustling through his body was a distaste unlike any other. There was a hatred that boiled over inside him seeming to amplify his own power if by his extreme desire to use everything he held to kill off this Hollow and everything he held. Drunk off his own strength, he found himself excited as Arden still continued that high-and-mighty, sociopathic way of carrying himself. It almost brought a wide, crazed smile to his face when Arden released.

"Hahahaha! Bwahahaha!" Laughing erratically, Cole was so happy that he was going to be able to thrash, batter, and annihilate the thing that he hated most. He was going to deliver his gruesome hatred of suffering upon the very one that inflicted it upon others, ironically drowning him in suffering. Though this would be quick, he would ensure that it would hurt greatly. There wasn't any reason to offer him a merciless death. In fact, Cole was too berserk off his own Demonic Energy to even consider something like that in the first place.

Cole held up his cleaved arm, the very one that Arden managed to cut clean off, and a skeletal protrusion shot from the nub of an arm. The boney structure ejected fast, having time even as Arden was blasting forward sonido after sonido. The bony structure formed a humanoid skeletal structure, though his bones were thicker, and was exactly alike down to the phalanges to the carpals. Muscle, tissue, a coat of blood, which would seep into the muscle, then tissue again to recreate his arm perfectly again. The layers came and went in a blink and, matching the regeneration of his arm, all his other injuries were healed up and practically gone as well.

"Heh," A snide smirk appeared on his face as he summoned his last attack, his renewed hand directed towards the approaching Arden with his fingers outstretched and his palm also facing Arden.

The bright, hot flames coming from Cole became a bright, almost pure color of orange. From that palm a large arm of fire extended from Cole's hand and was large enough to completely consume Arden's entire body as he rushed forward as he had. The large arm of fire was reaching to grab, not strike, Arden and, the moment it did, it would burn into Arden as it squeezed him, breaking his bones with it's incredible strength and turn his mangled mess of a body into ash. The orange flame was quick and strong, making Cole all the more powerful now. If Arden was fast enough to avoid it or he could protect himself with that inky filth coming from him he may be able to survive or even counter the forward strike.

Cole hadn't forgotten about the spectators either. The Hollow still remaining that fired off their attacks unto his body mercilessly...He would never forget about them. Underneath each and everyone of them appeared an orange ring of energy. The orange ring was warm and floated a few inches from the ground as it spun in a circle docile. That orange ring, patient and quiet, didn't and wouldn't do anything to the remaining Hollow all around this room, but there was a ring for each and every Hollow and there were a few rings tactically placed inbetween each and everyone of these Hollow that Cole targeted with his perfect memorization and visual perception while also keeping his attention to Arden.

This was all about to end. Nothing would remain in only a moment.
In Cole's mind, he thought to capture and quickly end Arden. Those rings under those onlooking Hollow would become enormous, violent pillars, the Nefarious Pillar, of flames that would completely consume them and turn them to ash. The pillars took a moment to come to fruition, but they would be large enough to easily decimate the remainder of Arden's forces. That was only as long as he managed to catch Arden in that very straight forward grab and if the Hollow were dim enough to not flee for their lives the moment they saw the orange rings.

Still, Cole was not worried. Oh no. This was great. Fantastic even! He felt a way to vent his horrific hatred upon something living and that gave him an incomparable satisfaction right now with Sutur's Flames consuming him. Still, he didn't plan to embellish in these feelings. He had to rush and be quick as to finish off that last remaining bastard that took the female away. If she died because of him in a situation like this...

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Manda stood there and watched as the woman was not being strangled. This served to make her even more mad, so mad to the point she was about to jump and use her most deadly attack. She took a moment and thought otherwise, wanting to try and get Miyoko out of harms way before she used this attack. With that in mind she felt she would start off easy. She jumped into the air and used her wings to support her. As she was there she began to call upon energy in the area. Suddenly, a bunch of dark, ominous clouds rolled in. By that time Manda was glowing a light yellow. Once there was sufficient cloud cover she looked down at Braujo and smiled slightly. She knew not what this attack would do to him but knew that it would at least put out all the fires in the area. It is with that thought in mind that she called upon it. ”Repentina Tormenta”

Once those words were uttered a sudden downpour began, drenching the area with water. She smiled, knowing she could use the water later if needed. It is with that thought that she used the other part of this attack. She sent lightning bolts, 5 of them, right towards Braujo. She knew, however, that would not be enough to stop him. Once the lightning was sent, she used the water on her claws from her hands and created blades of water using the water in the area. With this she moved quickly to the arm that was holding Miyoko. Once close enough she slashed at the arm in an attempt to get him to let her go. Successful or not she would quickly move back and summon her wakizahi’s. She would then put them together to form her staff. With that in hand she would begin to charge a large ball of energy, keeping a careful eye on Braujo as she did.