[He lets out a muffled gasp when the fangs sink into his neck. The venom burns like fire, then tingles as it eats away into his body. The last thing Szayelaporro is conscious of is the interesting sensation of his organs liquefying within him. His breath quickens, gurgles, then stops, and the man goes limp in his golden cocoon, dying with a smile on his face. The sword at his waist crumbles to dust inside the silk coffin.
The venom does quick work, and the resulting Arrancar-slurry is tasty! But... there's some sort of... weird aftertaste. Something acrid? Maybe bitter? It's so faint, it's hard to tell.
Either way.
Szayelaporro Granz is dead, the first victim of the Resort's Mafia game]
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The venom does quick work, and the resulting Arrancar-slurry is tasty! But... there's some sort of... weird aftertaste. Something acrid? Maybe bitter? It's so faint, it's hard to tell.
Either way.
Szayelaporro Granz is dead, the first victim of the Resort's Mafia game]
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you know, up until the point where he feels like his bowels are being incinerated by the fires of Gehenna]
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good thing the staff know how to clean up]