The next fight would be a very interesting one. It was a battle between Belial and Ulquiorra.
Belial was the second strongest Sin, while Ulquiorra's strength was unknown. All they knew was that he was strong enough to become a Sin.
He looked rather emotionless. Not even a touch of emotion could be seen through his eyes—he looked devoid of any and all emotions whatsoever.
As they both met in the middle of the arena, Belial took out his blade and got ready to fight.
He would win. He would crush this bug and prove to His Majesty that he was strong—perhaps the strongest.
He still needed to beat Harribel.
As soon as the match started, Ulquiorra did not even talk or greet him—it was straight to boxing.
BZZZT—BOOM!
Ulquiorra appeared behind him, taking out his sword. He slashed at him, but Belial had very sharp instincts and managed to dodge just in time, avoiding his head getting cut clean off his body.
Dangerous. Belial thought.
His opponent was going straight for the kill—not even trying to gauge his opponent's strength. Just a very methodical approach, no feelings whatsoever. Just business.
"Do you believe such foolish tricks could defeat—"
Belial launched a kick, but Ulquiorra blocked the blow.
Belial's eyes widened slightly as Ulquiorra's finger was next to his heart.
"Cero Oscuras."
As those words left his mouth, a miniature Cero, the size of his finger, shot out from Ulquiorra's fingertip.
Hitting Belial straight in the chest.
Belial was sent flying toward the stands, making a decent-sized dent in the shield. Some of the Arrancar present on shield duty hurried to fix it, pouring their Reiatsu into it to strengthen the seal and barrier.
Belial stood up, dusting himself off a bit.
"Were you expecting to beat me by going all out from the start?" Belial said, looking at the man in front of him.
"Going all out?"
Ulquiorra's emotionless face showed mild confusion before it shifted.
"I was merely testing your strength. Why would I go all out... against trash?"
Wait... he wasn't going all out? So... he was beating his ass this badly while holding back...
Why does he get to have such strong power? Why couldn't it be mine?
And immediately, he started showing why he was the Sin of Envy. He was already envious of the boy.
He would steal this man's technique... no matter what.
He must do it.
"Reflect, Espejo de la Invidia."
As his Resurrección finished, Ulquiorra, still in his base form, looked at the scene with his usual expression.
The man was ready to beat Ulquiorra.
BZZZT—BOOM!
He copied Ulquiorra's speed, teleporting behind him. As Ulquiorra tried to use Sonido, there was a slight lag to it.
Hm. His technique was being messed with.
So this was this man's Resurrección ability. How interesting.
"How does it feel having your techniques used against you?"
Belial had a shit-eating grin on his face.
Yes. All this power. All his.
He would not lose.
Ten or so copies of Ulquiorra spawned all around them, each with a slightly altered version of Ulquiorra's power.
Yet, Ulquiorra could tell something—all of those clones scaled off of him. More like what Belial thought his strength was.
Well, if that was the case...
"Imprison, Murciélago."
The next second, the arena started shaking. Everyone in the stands watching felt it—hopelessness.
All or any hope they may have had for the future vanished.
This probably had to do with his Authority. Sloth kind of did that to people. However, fused with this man's nihilistic-ass vibe, all hope vanished. Everything became meaningless. Nothing served a purpose anymore.
SCHLK!
Blood dripped down Belial's shoulder.
He just got blitzed.
And he didn't even hear the sound of the man's Sonido.
His strength was just that great.
Fuck...
A smile appeared on his face.
He wanted more. More power. He could copy better.
His hands began to reassemble—Grimmjow's claws in his Pantera state.
Ulquiorra formed a green energy spear.
"Luz de la Luna."
Belial formed one as well.
With his energy spear, he launched it at Ulquiorra.
KABOOM!
"More."
The man wanted more.
He was enjoying this shit way too much. So much power.
Just so much shit he could copy.
He never wanted to lose this thrill.
BZZZT—BOOM!
"You are slow."
Ulquiorra appeared behind him and attempted to slash, but to the shock of the people watching the fight—and those who could perceive it—
Belial turned around and met Ulquiorra's attack with his claws.
Managing to actually push him back.
The man began to run on all fours.
Opening his mouth.
"Cero Oscuras!"
A beam of black energy began to form in his mouth.
He was about to launch the attack.
BZZZT—BOOM!
Ulquiorra Sonido'd behind him.
If he knew his technique well, the man shouldn't be able to change the beam's direction. So while he aimed for where Ulquiorra was a second ago, the man would be behind him the whole time.
"Cero Oscuras."
Point-blank.
He released his attack.
However, to his mild surprise—
Belial turned his head around.
Meeting Ulquiorra's attack head-on.
Opening his mouth, the Cero he had been building up finally reached full power, and he unleashed—
KABOOM!
BZZZT—BOOM!
Both warriors Sonido'd away from the explosion.
Ulquiorra looked mildly injured, while Belial looked like he had the energy for ten more rounds.
"My power. All mine."
The man seemed lost in the sauce.
One downside of his ability—when used too much, he became more envious. More greedy.
Ulquiorra looked at the man and determined that a drawn-out fight wasn't something he wanted.
"Hm. It seems I have underestimated you," Ulquiorra said in his usual cold voice.
"Don't make excuses now. I have seen your best. I have copied your best. You are not winning this."
Belial's voice was full of pride.
The seven or so copies of Ulquiorra he had left hovered behind him.
"This is not my best."
Ulquiorra said it calmly.
Belial's brow furrowed.
Did this brat have more power?
Why did he have more power?
Why couldn't it be him?
Why wasn't he gifted all that power?
He wanted it.
He was ready to face the boy at full power in his Resurrección.
However, the next words that came out of Ulquiorra's mouth stunned him.
"Segunda... Etapa."
The atmosphere in the arena changed.
The sky got darker.
Everything that seemed lively was absorbed into the darkness.
Death felt like it was at the throat of every member present.
Belial could see his death in his mind—over and over again.
He could feel his ambition draining.
Yet...
WHY DOES HE GET THAT POWER?
Hate.
He wanted that power for himself.
He wanted it.
He craved it.
He needed to be perfect.
And thus, he rushed toward the newly evolved Ulquiorra, aiming to kill him and take that power for himself.
BZZZT—BOOM!
Flashback
That feeling... It had been a long time since he felt it.
Dying as a human with so much regret. Becoming a Hollow.
The feeling of having death looming over you was one he could never forget.
The constant looming fear of regression.
The time as a Gillian. Then his time as an Adjucha.
The fear he felt when he saw Baraggan.
The true dread he felt under the old king.
That same feeling.
Flashback End
Belial lay on the floor, blood spilling out of his body.
Knocked out of his Resurrección form.
Bloodied and beaten.
He had just gotten...
One-shot.
A/N This is Ulquiorra authority