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Character Name: Asmoskon
Nicknames: Bleached Scum
Gender: Male
Sexuality:
Race: Earthling
Age: 24
Birthdate: 12th of March, Age 1,276




Likes: Soda, Flavored water, red meat, BBQ, kimchi, ramen, chili ramen, fighting, challenges, girls, rock music, video games, blood.
Dislikes: Tea, black tea, corn, squash, grilled chicken, cats, being underestimated, being ignored, being hit on by men.
Strengths:
Weaknesses: Doesn't like to outnumber an enemy nor rely on teamwork to obtain victory.
Vices: Asmoskon has become rather dependent on being able to get any sort of drink/food that he wants whenever he wants it.

Asmoskon falls into the category of a somewhat common young man wrapped up in the criminal underbelly of society. He’s easily frustrated, quick to anger and isn’t someone to forgive others easily, should something personal happen towards him. When someone damages something of his own or of value to him he’ll always demand that they fix, pay or be punished for the damages. A meat eating guy that loves to relax when he can and enjoys things above doing what others deem as necessary, such as a job.

Although he likes a few different activities that are typical of people his own age like playing video games, eating sweets, having a lot of fun doing a bunch of different motions with beautiful women who tend to like the bad boy. He doesn’t like when others rely on him though as he’s a firm believer that everyone should be able to stand up for themselves and handle their own issues. When faced with something that he can’t accomplish though Asmoskon becomes incredibly obsessed with doing just that regardless of the time or effort to accomplish whatever has proven to be an issue for him.

One thing stands out about Asmoskon’s personality like many other of the historical fighters seen throughout the ages, he loves to fight. The thrill of a challenge, rush of blood flowing throughout his body, the pain of each blow against him. He never feels more alive than when facing off against someone in a clash of flesh. For this reason should he come across someone that can push him to his limits or show promise, peak his interest Asmoskon won’t kill them. He’ll allow them to survive in the hopes that they’ll grow stronger and give him a better fight down the road. He’s not stupid as he’s aware this could very well lead to his own demise, but that’s exactly what he’s decided he wants, to be killed in a physical battle against someone that can give him the greatest thrill.





Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Face Claim Name: Koga
Face Claim Origin: Kengan Ashura Omega

Asmoskon is a fairly thin yet muscular young man with pure white hair resembling that of winter snow. Kept in a spiky yet somehow orderly style his hair always seemed to mirror itself on either side with the exception being when other things come in contact and the front right side of his head where his hair liked to fall forward alongside his eye. His eyes are a bright blue like the summer sky or a clean pond oftentimes making others believe that he’ll be a fairly nice individual. Managing to keep himself in good physical condition Asmoskon’s body is muscular although more toned than bulged as he still can appear small when his body is concealed.

Typically Asmoskon wears various t-shirts and dress pants. He hates jeans and won’t ever wear them as they’re too constricting. While dress pants are the right blend between style and comfort. During the day sunglasses are usually a must although they have to be very dark tint. Despite being on the street Asmoskon doesn’t have any sort of tattoos or gang signs believing that his own appearance is threat enough. When he gets serious Asmoskon will wear a black gi with a white belt. The black gi because “that shit is awesome” while choosing the white belt both to match his hair and as an insult to martial artists that place such emphasis on their black belts.






Family: N/A
Home world: Earth
Starting planet: Earth
Home Town: West City

Born in the outskirts of West City under the heritage of a simple banker (Father) and a school teacher (mother) the life of the street thug began very peacefully. For the first few years at least. It wasn’t until Asmoskon started to attend school that his angry issues began to blossom. Once they did though he wasn’t one to shoulder them, lashing out at the other kids who did something he didn’t agree with or did something to him that he didn’t like. All this started though when Asmoskon, having been a child that lived to hear the stories of the warriors of the past and how anyone could be a hero. He tried to protect a kid in his class from bullies. He was successful in stopping the bullies yet was brought to the chancellor's office for harming other students. His father was not willing to hear any sort of side but that of the authority beat Asmoskon for his actions. The worst of it though was the child that Asmoskon protected who turned his back and joined the bullies the next day, so ended Asmoskon’s aspirations of being a hero.

Over the majority of his life after that point Asmoskon had become a rebel, always doing what he thought was best for him. Why listen to adults or abide by the law? It wasn’t going to do anything for him besides turn him into a blind little obedient weakling like his father. Getting into fights throughout his school life until he turned sixteen at which point Asmoskon left his home, parents and life behind for one where he believed he’d have the power to control his own destiny. Asmoskon didn’t go far, his eyes set on the streets of West City where he quickly made a name for himself as a street thug. Working physical muscle jobs for the scum of the city. Over the course of two short years though those same pieces of scum found themselves afraid of Asmoskon as his strength just continued to grow. Facing off against those that could give him a physical challenge only boosted Asmoskon to levels he previously didn’t believe he could obtain.

As such for the last several years Asmoskon hasn’t just been moving throughout the streets spreading fear into normal citizens and scum alike, but also seeking out any and all martial artists. Learning more from facing off against them then he knew was possible from just fighting the physically gifted. In the last year Asmoskon has learned of the hidden life force that can be channeled known as ki. Spending more time developing his own techniques and building himself physically even further to eventually accomplish his goal of being completely free to make his own decision.



Core Control:
While many humans cannot control their own Ki, there are some still that are capable of controlling it to a level other races can only dream of. With this racial, any time a human gives up all their actions to charge their Ki, they gain an additional 5 points of Ki.

Bulk Up:
Humanity is highly adaptable in all walks of life, especially the martial arts. Those with this racial bonus can apply a 25% boost to either offensive Techniques or defensive Techniques for three turns. However the opposite set has a 25% reduction for those three turns. Note that you will be unable to deactivate it or change it for those three turns, however!

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[Everything was growing far more difficult that much was easy and apparent to Asmoskon now. The young Quincy who normally looked incredibly confident and stern was left battered and obviously exhausted. He was walking on the side walk in England and it seemed that everyone who he past stayed away and whispered things about his eye patch and how he looked drunk beyond belief. He wasn’t drunk Asmoskon hardly ever drank the problem was that the girl who betrayed him was no longer vanishing and reappearing, but instead simply haunting him without pause.

Limping from the side closest to the road Asmoskon slams against the side of a brick building his right shoulder getting slammed hard yet no pain actually felt by him. He then proceeds to slowly slide down the side of the building and turn slightly so that his back is against the building and his legs are out taking up the majority of the side walk width. “You finally going to just lay down and die loser?” Asmoskon’s exhausted bleak left eye lifted up and starred at the sight of Hotaru looking down at him as she stood right in front of him with the smile of a demon.

Asmoskon had been doing everything he could to fight off the constant onslaught of his former lovers taunting. Telling himself that she can’t possibly be real and that everything about her was a lie that she wasn’t worth allowing into his mind any longer. All of that had been met with some type of counter by Hotaru though and she would not leave him be instead she was inflicting more sever pain upon his soul. It was at an edge now and it wouldn’t be long until the sanity of the young man was gone for good.

He had almost no time to do anything anymore which only left him in further despair. All of his time was taken up by trying to deal with Hotaru. He hadn’t even been able to continue training Nonna for the last few weeks instead just telling her to follow orders from the others of Xcution for the time being. He hadn’t told her anything about what was going on with him for it would be revealing the fact that he was broken once again and this time there was no way he could find a way to climb out of the pit.

He had been crying one night when all of the emotions drowned him for hours. It was in the middle of the night and Hotaru had just kept insulting him for hours without pause just continuing to explain how he wasn’t worth her time and that she would have cheated on him longer and with others if she hadn’t been so put off by even seeing him. That was the night that she had told him something that was now a constant in his mind. He had screamed that she wasn’t real that he had grown stronger and she didn’t matter anymore that the real her was a whore who worked alongside the Vandenreich.

When he had said that Hotaru simply grinned and told him that he hadn’t moved on from anything at all. He was in fact still standing in the park in the middle of the day. That he was still trapped inside of his own mind that he was trapped and living inside a world that he mind had created to protect him from the nightmare that had been revealed. He had not changed in that moment when he fell into darkness. He had not overcome the sensation that his heart was being crushed and his limbs ripped from the sockets. No he had been a coward who ran to a corner in an attempt to hide from the truth of dealing with such a thing.

She spoke that she was the real Hotaru the one that still stood in front of him in the park. Going on about how much more of a man the Quincy known as Vannan truly was when compared to himself. How he had taken her from him right under his nose and she was thrilled when all of it happened. She went on about how every time that they had spoken over the phone she had been with him simply laughing on the other side playing with him and gaining information for the Vandenreich. Everything had become a nightmare and he could find no way to awake from it.

That was when Asmoskon’s attention was pulled from the abyss by the ringing of his phone. Not even thinking about looking up to see if Hotaru was still standing over him the young man answered the phone. “What is it?” “You’ve got another assignment Asmoskon. I won’t continue to do this if you keep turning them away. It’s in England just like you and only a few blocks away now get going or find someone else to do all your transactions.” Just like that the female voice on the other side ended the call and it seemed that even his partner in being a Mercenary was getting tired of dealing with him.

Struggling to actually get to his feet Asmoskon received the location of the target and the small description of who she was and what she looked like. “Might as well go down fighting.” Asmoskon began to walk through the streets once again towards the hotel that the target was staying at. “That’s right Asmo you can’t win so what makes you think you can continue to endure my beauty. You don’t even deserve it so you should be thankful that I’m wasting my time on you yet again.” Asmoskon continued to struggle now more with keeping himself from breaking down emotionally further then walking.

It took about ten full minutes for Asmoskon to reach the hotel and get inside into the lobby. As he walked into it he saw a few people and they all immediately looked at him and gave sneering looks of disapproval. He was filthy his attire covers in grim and dirt from laying on the ground and the lack of drive to even do anything about it. The incredible dark circle under his left eye was just as noticeable as the eye patch he wore. “Fucking druggies need to just stay on the street.” Asmoskon’s attention was grabbed for a moment by a man that walked by him saying such a thing that obviously was aimed at Asmoskon.

The man walked by him and Asmoskon in a moment of rage grabbed the man by his left shoulder and pulled yet then stopped in shock and sorrow. Hotaru was right there her arms wrapped around the right arm of the man that was now starring angrily at him. “Touch me again and I’ll have you thrown into jail not on the street.” Asmoskon simply stared at Hotaru as she grinned and then as the man walked away she did with him giggling. “She can’t be real . . can’t be real . . can’t be . . real.”

Exiting the elevator Asmoskon walked the hallway everything around him so dark when in reality the hallway was bright and alight with color. He felt like right now he couldn’t fight anymore that Hotaru was going to haunt him for eternity and he wasn’t truly destined to bring down the Vandenreich. That he was a fool who only was destined for sorrow and darkness. He had failed and now there was only one way to end things. This target might be able to save him . . to kill him it seemed like the only way to make the pain stop.

Stopping outside the hotel room of the target Asmoskon thought for a moment his vision was horrible everything was blurred and swaying from side to side even the door in front of him. He thought over what few things he actually still had in this life. Nonna his apprentice who held such potential and strength someone that could truly make a difference for the world of the living, he would be sad to leave her behind yet even that wouldn’t keep him from ending this pain. The topic spoken with Anarchy was the only other thing that Asmoskon could think of and it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to take up the offer of that Bount.

Asmoskon had only read the name of the target, the hotel that they were currently staying at, and the room that was assigned to them. He had overlooked one thing in his sorrow that now caused something to break further. He opened up the doorway and right there before him was a female with blonde hair. He had started to believe that not all women were beyond hope since meeting Nonna yet then there was a sound and Asmoskon looked over to the bed. There he saw Hotaru moaning with the man from the lobby.

It was no longer then a fraction of a second yet that visual was now burned into his mind and his emotions ruled over his logic. His hands moved down to his waist and pulled from his belt the two plasma swords that ignited in crimson power. This target was female and as such she held no loyalty, she had no honor, she was just a whore like every other one. “I’m here to end you Yoko Kusanagi.” Asmoskon’s voice was bleak and hollow even with the rage that flowed through it right now he was beyond his emotional stability and despair had taken over him entirely.


The rush forwards was something that Asmoskon always enjoyed whenever he was moving it didn’t matter if he was in combat or not. It had always been something that he would revel in since he could walk. When he was a young child he would always run throughout his family manor or in the grass just feeling the cool air pass over his skin. Yet now as he rushed through the space between himself and Yoko there was no joy. The air was moving over his face and the coolness was present yet even the fun little thing that always had brought a smile to his face was no longer within his soul.

As he moved towards Yoko Asmoskon’s exhausted left eye wasn’t accurately focused on her stance. He had rushed into combating like a fool something that he had been taught never to do. Asmoskon was going against the years of training and repetition that not only his family had put him through, but that he himself had enforced after they had all been taken away from him. The rub of the plasma blades had been rather soothing when Asmoskon had first gotten them and began to train yet now they were nothing, but background noise that Asmoskon’s tired and broken mind didn’t even recognize.

All that he saw was that his arms were moving and that Yoko was in the path of his blade. His mind was at a point that combat was suicide and the half blind fool had rushed right towards such a fate. All of these facts were simply a statement that the once calm and caring Quincy that would have never taken to doing such a thing as attacking a girl in her hotel room was just that Asmoskon had been morphed. He had become twisted and corrupted into the very type of person that he despised when he was happy. Now he was going to pay for his foolishness and disrespect.

As the plasma blades moved through the air towards Yoko Asmoskon’s eye slowly picked up the motions of Yoko’s body. Although he was incredibly talented in combat and especially in seeing the detail of what opponents would do then formatting how to defeat said details his mind was exhausted and those skills were suppressed by such. Asmoskon only picked up what was happening less than a moment before it actually occurred and there was no time to stop his blades. He heard and felt the clash of his blades against Yoko’s armor and gained the information that his blades weren’t strong enough to cut right through yet what came next was something that he wouldn’t have expected.

The blade in his right hand bounced off the surface of the shield that Yoko wielded something that was painfully believable and a smack right in the face to Asmoskon for making such a poor rash decision. How was he making these mistakes and why was he trying to get himself killed? In the next moment though Asmoskon felt his right arm get thrust backwards out of joint along with all of the feeling in the arm leaving him in that moment. He then felt his body being propelled backwards and then the impact of his back smashing through a wall. It wasn't the first time that Asmoskon had experienced that sensation yet it was one he had hoped never to feel again.

This time though it wasn't one wall that he had been sent through. Asmoskon had suffered this embarrassing turn of events once before about ten months prior to the moment at the hands of an Arrancar by the name of Allen. That blasted Arrancar had defeated him so swiftly that Asmoskon had been powerless to even release and was left lying on the ground in intense pain as the monster made his way back to Hueco Mundo. He was just one of the many individuals that were on Asmoskon's true list of must kill. Yoko was only a name and was one that he knew held the power to potentially kill him before he even arrived.

As he threw through the air though his left eye picked up a bit of information that Asmoskon hadn't acquired from his source that would have terminated his choice in deciding to go ahead with targeting Yoko. He saw that the closet door was open and inside was a black uniform with the initials UE right on the front. Asmoskon's pupil grew in size for the brief moment at this realization. Yoko was an employee of Kazura. The damned fool was a moron who had just declared he would kill someone that worked for his former boss and best friend. In the next moment though his mouth opened wide and blood escaped along with a single grunt of pain. The loud smashing sounds of Asmoskon breaking through the walls was enough to drown out any other sound that might have been caused.

After everything was done Asmoskon was leaning against the side of the new room. His body bloody and broken his right arm dislocated and neither plasma blade in sight. Asmoskon's head was low looking down at the floor while his legs were out strait in front of him all of his clothing was torn to bits his coat especially was pretty much gone now. The black sleeveless shirt was mainly what covered his chest although that too had some sections torn apart and was covered in dust and other substances that made Asmoskon appear to be incredibly filthy now. Asmoskon in truth was hardly even conscious now and somehow time seemed to just stop while someone important stepped through the hole in the wall that was before him.

Are you seriously going to die like this? Really after everything that I taught you? Get your head out of your ass and start thinking for once son." the voice was somewhat harsh yet lazy and carefree at the same time. Asmoskon recognized the voice and lifted his head to see his father standing in front of him with a stern look of disapproval. For a moment Asmoskon was filled with excitement and joy only for it to fade immediately. "You're dead. Everyone important to me is dead I'm alone. I've failed you and mom and grandpa." Tears began to fall to the ground as the emotions that had been suppressed rose to the surface.

"Well with that attitude and how badly you just preformed . . yeah you have." Asmoskon's tears stopped for a moment with how blunt his father was towards him. Instantly rage rose from his stomach and into his heart. His head lifted up to stare angrily at his father. "How the hell would you know what it's like to go through what I have! You grew up with grandpa and got to live your life filled with happiness and family. You were all taken away from me and I've been betrayed and left to rot!" Asmoskon was screaming angrily at his father who looked down at him with his arms crossed over his bare tattooed chest.

His father rose an eyebrow at his words and then out of nowhere he squatted down in front for Asmoskon which caused him to shift from anger to confusion and hesitation. "SO WHHHHAAAAT!" Asmoskon's face was knocked back against the wall and intense pain coursed throughout his face for his dad had just head-butt him while he screamed. Asmoskon's left hand moved up to his face by instinct to grasp the pain. "You're my son and I know that you're tougher then how you're acting and behaving stop being a little bitch and deal with life while you have it. Fucking moron you've always been such a baby."

"Well he does get that from you ya blasted fool." There it was a voice that had meant so much to Asmoskon that it was the primary source of his shaping into the person he had been prior to the betrayal of Hotaru. Asmoskon looked up with his left hand covering the majority of his face only his left eye was uncovered and it widened in awe. His grandfather was standing right behind his dad looking down at the both of them. He looked just like how Asmoskon remembered long dark grey hair and beard and a look that belonged to a wise Old Sage..

"Grand . pa." Asmoskon's left hand motioned down from his face as he starred up at his grandfather just lost in what was happening right now. His grandfather looked down at him and gave him a small smile for a moment. "Asmoskon you need to get back on the path that we all set for you." Asmoskon's dad turned and then sat down on his butt between the two of them crossing his legs and arms at the same time. "Pff yeah like hell he got that side from me." Asmoskon looked at his dad with a glare of anger which was returned at him by his father. "You're both such children."

It was so much like when Asmoskon was a child for he was fighting with his father like an idiot and his grandfather was the mature one that wouldn't participate. When he spoke about both of them being children both Asmoskon and his father looked right at him and gave him an irritated glare like they were plotting some way to get back at him later. "We have no time for games you two. Now Asmoskon I know that what you have been through isn't what someone you're age is meant to deal with maturely especially when you feel alone, but you're not normal and you know that."

Asmoskon's face motioned back towards the floor as he thought over everything and his depressed attitude returned. "Grandpa I can't keep going like this. I've been trying to stop the Emperor of our tainted brothers, but they have taken everything from me and I have no one left." Asmoskon's voice wasn't a clear flowing water like how most spoke naturally. It was a slow sticky syrup of sorrow and depression that wouldn't leave him and only consumed everything else within his soul. It just seemed like his task was too big for him to handle especially alone.

It was then that Asmoskon was flicked in the forehead and then an arm reached around his shoulders. "God you need to stop complaining so damn much boy. To think that you're my kid when you're just like you're mother. I swear the woman had you by cloning herself as a boy. There isn't an ounce of me in that attitude." Asmoskon's dad was smiling widely as he spoke in a cheerful teasing manner. "I mean jeez I'll admit that life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, but stop acting like the world is coming to an end and you can't stop it."

Asmoskon was caught between what his father said he was anger at what he said about not having any part of him in his personality while he actually had to think about what he had said about life. Asmoskon was caught between it all how could things really get better and how could he treat them as if they were. The love of his life had betrayed him in order to be with a Vandenreich and his actual family had been killed by them. There was no good side to all of this so really what was even the silver lining in the situation.

"Asmoskon don't let him fool you. You're too much like your father. Honestly he got pretty much the same as you when your mother turned him down the first fifty times he asked her out." Immediately Asmoskon's father's face turned towards his father with a look o disbelief and denial. "What! That is not true. She was all over me from the beginning. I had to tell her no the first few times before I gave up on her learning I wasn't looking for someone." Asmoskon's grandfather just starred at his son without any change to his expression.

"Why must you lie and hide the truth from everyone including yourself." He looked over at Asmoskon who was now looking at the both of them with interest. His grandfather's plan was working he was taking Asmoskon's focus off his own failure and using that of their own to soften how bad everything was going for Asmoskon. "You're father locked himself away in his room every single time your mother told him no. If I remember correctly he didn't come out of his room for an entire week at one point." "DAD SHUT THE HELL UP!" Asmoskon began to laugh as his dad motioned over towards his grandfather his face a blush and it obvious that he had been the one denying everything.

"Enough of your blubbering." Asmoskon looked up at his grandfather and saw the man give him a wink like he had when he was a small child without even realizing it a smile crept across Asmoskon's face. "Now Asmoskon remember that even though you may not have us near by and there to protect you anymore we're always within you." Asmoskon starred at the two of them emotion actually swelling within his soul for the first time in months joy was breaking through the grasp of the darkness. His father and grandfather were both looking at him now with smiles of their own perhaps he had always just needed to think about the simplest of things and start from the beginning to get better.

The next thing he knew he left his father's big hand on his right shoulder. There was no pain and Asmoskon couldn't help, but smile towards him and feel like everything was going to be ok. There was one person that wasn't here though and even though his grandfather and father were here and the two of them played such a role in who he wished to become his mother was just as important yet she wasn't here. "She would be proud of how strong you've gotten Asmo." "We all are bud. None of us expected to be taken out of the equation especially not me. You're proving to all of them though that the Emperor is blind and will not be enough to stop the revolution."

Asmoskon felt slight disbelief in the words of his father. He had been fighting against the Vandenreich and had been victories the majority of the time yet at such costs. It was next to impossible to continue going he was going to die if he continued. "Dad I can't do it by myself I'm not strong enough." Next thing he knew he felt a slight smack to the back of his head one that wasn't entirely harmful yet would leave a small bruise. "Of course you're not strong enough to do it on your own dumbass. I wasn't even that strong and neither was your grandfather." Asmoskon's father spoke in the know it all tone that he had been using before and was once again sitting with both feet and arms crossed shaking his head.

"What your father means Asmo is that although you have become far stronger in such a short period of time there is no realistic way for you to take down the entire Vandenreich Empire alone. We knew that none of us held that power which was why we were laying low in the shadows. The plan was for the four of us to one day when you grew up to attack together and bring them down." Asmoskon's expression changed again to disappointment. He had been apart of a bigger plan that was now not possible. "Don't believe just because we're gone that it's impossible. You have already started to do the correct thing even if you don't realize it."

Asmoskon looked up at his grandfather with an expression of confusion for he wasn't completely sure what he meant by him doing the correct thing. Sure he had been killing some of the Vandenreich, but they were recruiting faster then he could eliminate them. His father saw the reaction and let out a sigh. "You've acquired allies you dumbass. In order to bring them down you're going to have to gain more support. You already have someone on your own level that would aid you. You need to gain a higher status in Xcution and then bring the military against the Vandenreich." Asmoskon knew that his father was correct he had been planning that from the beginning it was the reason he joined Xcution.

How could he keep going though was the question. Yet his heart didn't feel as engulfed in sadness now and it seemed like he might have a new fire within his soul. He had been tricked by Hotaru and she had betrayed him for the Vandenreich. She haunted his mind yet he was allowing it to occur even if he told himself that he wasn't. He had to gain control back of his own sanity it seemed like that was already happening. Now all that he needed to do was survive and get more things planned to bring the Vandenreich down. He looked up and all three of the Masurao men smiled to one another.

That was when all of a sudden Asmoskon's grandfather's chest burst open blood spraying all over the floor. Asmoskon's eyes widened in shock and horror yet neither his father nor his grandfather reacted. Asmoskon looked at his grandfather's chest and saw a blade moving through it right towards his face. The blade was curved and as it continued to move towards him he began to realize who the blade belonged too. It was confirmed correct when the face of a dragon moved through to the other side and the tip of the blade stopped right in front of Asmoskon's face. "Awe you thought you could be happy again . . how pathetic."

Asmoskon slowly stood up looking sternly behind his grandfather who simply smiled calmly. Hotaru was back and she had just done something unthinkable even to Asmoskon. His blood was beginning to boil and his rage was about to lash out towards her. "Remember you are my heir and you will bring about the retribution of our people. Don't allow sorrow and hate to form your path lead with the example of your family." In the next moment Asmoskon watched as his grandfather's body suddenly began to contort and twist in ways that bones would break and in actuality anyone would die. A black substance came from Hotaru's zanpakuto and covered his body and after a few moments he watched it slide off.

Standing there now she smiled evilly into his eyes. The zanpakuto was pulled out of the chest and the new Hotaru walked right to Asmoskon moving her face to the left side of his face her lips stopping right next to his ear. "How dare you think that you can survive. You're not worth life and I will be the one to eradicate you from the path of my beloved Emperor." Asmoskon could feel his emotions clashing against one another like wild animals fighting for survival against one another. He had to stay strong this was all just an illusion it was all in his mind.

"Really though why did you even think that you had a chance of getting away from me. I won't play nice anymore. I was just toying around to have some fun because you're such a nice little toy, but now you disrespect me by thinking that you can just push me aside. I am your happiness and I hate you. I will make sure that every moment of your life is as agonizing as it was for me to deal with your pathetic ass. I swear th." "Shut up Hotaru." Asmoskon spoke softly as the third Hotaru that had just stood from the body of his father was ranting. Now all three of them stared at him in an expression of utter rage.
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