Diluvio, Triste- The Poltergeist Espada
No one even glanced his way upon entering the meeting room, they never did...bastards. The thought was a rampent thing, violent and for a moment all of the higher ranked espada would feel a killing intent so intense that despite Diluvio's lower spiritual pressure it would feel as if they were being devoured. It only lasted for a second and then it was gone and Diluvio was the same insignificant figure as usual. He watched from the sidelines, his chair that of the 9th of his ilk, and waited to see what this...Ambrogio fellow, would say and change in his ruling over them.
Yet even as he fell to self pity the thing deep in his mind screamed and clawed and plotted against his kin. Diluvio was a coin with two sides completely their own and though they dwelled in the same body they were by no means the same entity...not truly at least.
'kill, kill, rip eat, devour....'
It went on in his mind forever, it would never stop, not until it was sated...and it could never be sated. NEVER.
(Shin'ya) Nox and The Lords of Night
Such pain he had encountered before, it was nothing and so he too arrived in Hueco Mundo. His purpose was different however, the hollows...they were his now, whatever that meant....
Aria felt incredibly...strained and so when she followed the others through the gate she was only partially relieved of her burdens. The weight of hells miasma appeared to stop weighing on her, but her emotional turmoil did not stop. She felt so...guilty.
Helping Naratsu out and the considering all the implications, Artori thought for a long while. He was standing there, blade drawn and ready to defend the injured, when the kido corps arrived and assissted as best the could for Tamara. He was worried for her well being as well, but something about the whole situation just made him feel empty, he didn't like it. He had to admit however, it reminded him quite a bit of his faceless, bland sword spirit, Alma. Rather strange, but the mysterious spirit always was.