Crimson Murals

[Crimson]

A form stood before a wall, corpses littered about his feet. The figure's hands dripped wet, covered in a liquid that similarily coated the wall behind him. His face held a grin, wide and proud. The aformentioned wall, when observed closely, could be deciphered as a mural that was devoted to his hatred of all things. The humans sacrificed gave their lives, and their blood, to art. It didn't matter, as without their souls, they wouldn't miss their blood too much anyways.

On the left side of the wall, in blood, was a crudely drawn image of humans screaming in terror as an army of Menos rained their Cero down upon them. Gillian, Adjuchas, and Vasto Lorde could all be seen, standing high in the air. In the middle were the Hand-Mades. The faces of the few Espada that Hajime had seen were contorted in agony as they were ripped to shreds by an unknown being. On the right were the Shinigami taken from Haji's memory. Those that he had killed, those injured, all were painted in the dripping crimson liquid in various dying positions.

The art, while quite pathetic, was still reminiscent of old prophetic paintings picturing the future in various ways. In a way, maybe this would be the future. It didn't seem so at the moment; the Arrancar that didn't serve under Aizen were mostly weak and pathetic, with only a few such as him with any power under their belt. Still, it was most definatley worth traversing from Hueco Mundo to this world. Time away from the Hand-Mades and the natural Arrancar that worshipped them was good for the soul.

"And the humans weren't half bad either..."