Tomorrow doesn't Exist | Nnoitra x Nelliel

Chapter 2

Give all of himself in battle and fall drowned in his blood, mercilessly pierced by the coup de grace, among the endless twisted fantasies he had about his own death was undoubtedly his favorite, and he was feeling it raw. It was finally real, the boiling red liquid taking over his chest denying space to that damned air, this was his only reason for being in that world. So many years covered in other people's blood and now was his turn to be covered by his own.

He tastes the iron on his tongue letting himself be carried away, he will agonize just like the countless imbeciles for whom he played the executioner role, you live to be killed one day, could only be described as delightful, utterly delightful if it weren't... the darkness devours everything, suffocates him, his consciousness disappears before he hits the ground, a materialized dream but...

Back to nothing, you don't know if eternities or seconds pass and you couldn't care less, if you don't exist time is not your problem, but there was still an obstacle that prevented him from completely sinking into the abyss, a very slight, almost imaginary level of consciousness, similar to a dream but much deeper. The fragile rope that kept him tied to reality was a light touch in what he sensed was his hand, damn he just arrived and there was already something to despise, he would never allow such bullshit just as no one would try unless they want to become ground meat, but now he had no choice but to be with that irritating presence with no power over what would happen next, at the mercy of someone else for a change.

He always knew that absolute non-existence was too good to be true, peace was a fool's dream. If that was the welcoming torture from hell those demon sons of bitches could rot, no one will be able to break or bend him, if they're going to really do something they better start at once. The emptiness surrounding him was the literal definition of being trapped, unable to complain, attack or even get away, in life he always had the last word, he did what he wanted as he wanted and when he wanted, the lack of control was something he could not stand, or more precisely in his case the excess of stillness, now he was a full-fledged rabid animal chained and sedated to silence growls and avoid seeing him squirm.

Frustrated and with nothing else to do he decided to give in a little and focus his attention on that touch, anything was better than thinking, nothing good ever came of it. The thing just stayed motionless in the same place, boring, not even worth his time, but the immobility made him notice some details, it was warm and from what he could feel small, didn't have the vibe of a powerful being, rather of something that he could crush even without trying.

That pulse on his skin reflected fear, obviously wasn't scared of him who was no longer more than an empty shell but he could never confuse it. Fear was something he knew as well as his own weapon, many times he could smell it in the cornered victims who broke down knowing their destiny was to have an agonizing death under his blade, or under his own hands if he was especially excited. The strangled breath, the gasping screams, the impregnating reek of the viscera, the pounding heart fighting in vain before he stopped that motion forever, those moments were true ecstasy, a stronger high than any drug could offer, he only had control over the death of others even more miserable than him.

Despite knowing that he wasn't the cause of that fear he couldn't help but feel a twisted comfort, it was something familiar because he'd experienced fear himself, there was no other fear that he knew better than his own, disgusting. He started to think too much before he knew it, very bad, beasts don't think.

He didn't need anyone or anything but he had to admit that just feeling the entity be calm wasn't so annoying after getting used to it, could be the dementia talking but it was even a bit comforting. Waiting for that stranger's next move was his only entertainment and he had no doubt that sooner or later something would happen, no matter how much it wanted to play innocent they won't fool him, he'd lived too long not to recognize the calm before a storm.