Long Live The King

For *blackstorm Grimmjow Contest!

Falling to the ground he couldn’t fight any more, he was on his hands and knees panting like a worn out animal. His head was suddenly forced upright as he felt chains of cold metal incase his body and wrap tightly around his neck. Raising his tired and weary eyes he looked up at the squad of executioners standing before him. They all held looks of disgust when just this morning those same eyes held looks or respect and admiration.
“Was it worth it?”
The one in charge asked him. Blinking for a moment Grimmjow stared at the group, the question not even registering in his head. He was covered in blood from head to toe, most of it not even his own, but the blood of those who had only recently been in the same predicament he was in now. Thinking about all he had done he still held no remorse for his actions. Despite the tables turning on him he still marveled at the thought of them being tortured to death. Again looking up at the group before him, he stared at them as blood began to run down his head and into his left eye causing everything to appear red. His golden chain that held his prized number 6 diamond pendent was being pressed into his chest by the tight chains wrapped around him and at some point the gold chain which kept it suspended from his body had gotten knotted up in the skin on the side of his neck . Even his piercing felt like bullets lodged into his head. Although he couldn’t see it he knew his mask was cracked. He could feel the crown he wore upon his head beginning to slide off to the side and he waited for it to crash to the ground and shatter into a million pieces like his violent reign as king had, but it never did. Just like he had, the crown desperately clung to its rightful place refusing to go quietly and without a fight. Suddenly he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a sword being uncovered from it’s sheath. He watched as the executioner moved his weapon to the side of his neck and rested just above where his chain had cut into him. “Any last words?” he heard one of them ask with amusement in his voice. Closing his eyes for a brief moment the corners of his mouth quickly and without hesitation made their way upwards into a smirk. Opening his eyes again his signature, sadistic grin was now in full bloom as he choked out what they thought would be his last words. “Long Live The King”…….

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Phew! I spent at least 10 hours working on this over the course of the last two weeks! The image depicts King Grimmjow about to be beheaded !

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