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The much (un)renowned skull throne that belongs to Skothantos. It is an unspecified area and is hard to reach, having to pass through a bloody river until it is reached. The throne is above the size of an average skyscraper and underneath it houses a Fortress of Hate, a Maze of Change, a Garden of Decay, and a Palace of Lust, each that he formed to symbolize his demons. It is required to go through each one to reach the throne.

Dakota had already traveled through the four areas, leaving somewhat of a mess in some areas, with rather ease. He didn't bring a single Hollow with him besides his turtle, which was now bigger, about the size of a tank due the reiatsu he was flowing into it. This was no where near it's largest size. The turtle looked quite fearsome in this rather small stage for it though. Dakota has steered the turtle as it had waded through the river of blood, went through the area of hate, and cleared the other two without a problem. His turtle did have power, but it was almost all concentrated in defensive capability.
Dakota stood on top of the turtle, and looked up to the top of the throne. "Ah, this is the one place my armies couldn't conquer unless I left my own throne." Dakota chuckled to himself as he found himself peering up.

As Dakota felt Skothantos behind him and him questioning him. " I've a large army myself of zealous followers as well." Dakota said to Skothantos grinning as he turned around. "But none of that is of importance now, my reign is over and so is yours in a sense of the word. I'm speaking of events centuries ago, it's no longer of importance, just I nice little thought.". Dakota jumped off his turtle and began to look around. "As to the reason I'm here, I remember you talking about it back at the lab, so I thought I'd stop by to see the area of our research." Dakota rubbed his lip. "These cultists seem to worship you as a God of some sorts, why not use some of them for the hybrid experiment? Then we'll find some child in the Rukongai district and tell the parents of a draft or something." He said half sarcastically.

Addressing to his first point, he grinned to Skothantos and said to him "Yeah, I know. I'm greater.". He glared at some Cultists walking by and giving praise. This somewhat sickened him, he strictly out-lawed worship to him as a God, but did not punish for it. Dakota thought God's grace had fallen everywhere, except to Hueco Mundo. It was nothing but a God Forsaken region and it was up to the denizens themselves to make these lands comparable. He wondered how Hueco Mundo would have turned out if he'd stayed in power instead of leaving in the night.
"Anyways, tell some of them they're dying for their God and get on with it." Dakota said as he pondered with his thoughts and fingering the eye holes of a skull.

"You saw corruption rise with my fall," Dakota retorted, "unlike you, I bring Hollows to believe in themselves. No Hollow has ever benefited from believing in a God that's never altered this land we dwell in. I believe whole heartedly, I am greater, and every Hollow who breaths, is than a deceitful God.".
Dakota yawned and rubbed the back of his head, looking up at the throne slowly growing less impressed. He turned his head and looked to Skothantos, "If greatness is determined by respect and reverence towards one another, then you are as lowly as I, Sko." he grinned and turned to face him, curious as to why these Hollow called him God.

"Say what you would like, peasant. Many consider me the greatest Hollow to ever live, I don't think you disapproval really matters." Dakota said yawning. He was growing less and less interested with Skothantos' little patch of land and thought nothing more of it than a small theocracy in an even more desolate area of Hueco Mundo.
"You and I are equals at this point in time. If you do not accept that right now, then this is not a true partner ship. If it's not a true partnership, you can do as you please alone, whether Hisoka will stand for your childish arrogance, that's for her to decide." Dakota said as if didn't even care anymore.
His eyes grew into an glazed over look of boredom. He had his turtle open a garganta behind him, and depending on his answer, he'd either leave or bring in some construction Hollows to build the research facility.

"This trickle of a stream swallowing all of Hueco Mundo? I guess it's nice to dream." Dakota said looking up at the eternal night sky. Skothantos was right about one thing, Dakota didn't much give a damn about the essentials. He glanced over to the cultists fighting, and it made him sicker. Blood sports were always fine, but to kill one another for the appeasing of Skothantos, bleh. Hollows killing one another for power, so primitive. Evolution past instinct is the greatest evolution Hollows can come to. Dakota was quite confident he could destroy Skothantos entire theocracy single handily, but he would not. He was always an advocate for Hollow freedom, and if these Hollow chose to worship Skothantos and he wasn't exactly bothering anyone, what reason would he have that wouldn't make him a hypocrite? He shrugged and waited for Skothantos to stop beating around the bush, and give him a yes or no answer.

Dakota looked around warily, he didn't mind looking for a condemned Hollow, but he didn't want it to simply die without feeling cause. The garganta closed behind him and the large turtle perched itself on a small mound of skulls and began to watch the fights along side Skothantos.
Dakota walked over to a pair of cultist Hollows, they looked like they'd been long time members but simply didn't have enough strength to compete and evolve. They seemed to simply worship accepting they are weaklings. He approached the two and they eyed him curiously, they were both about similar in size to Dakota, so fairly tall humans. Dakota put his hand on the hollow to his left, looking more elderly and thought it atleast deserved something. The second Hollow tried to pull Dakota's grasp from the other Hollow, and Dakota did not turn his gaze from the elderly Cultist and simply tore the other ones arm off and swung it against it's head. He heard a loud cracking and saw the opposing cultist fly to a wall and seemingly die on a pile on bones. He was simply doing as he was permitted to do, this was Skothantos' domain. He might as well respect the local rules and customs.
As he watched the bloody broken mass of the opposing Hollow die, he looked back to the elderly Hollow, which had a fairly nice moustache, "You're needed, your God has wished you participate in a ceremony." he said to the Hollow. He began to walk, and the Hollow walked behind him with something almost monk like in his gait.
"Sko, I choose this one." Dakota said to Skothantos, then he pulled him close, "Atleast treat it like a ceremony. Hollows shouldn't die for nothing." he whispered to Skothantos. Then he remembered, if this succeeded, this Hollow may very well be one of the most powerful Hollows, or atleast the very beginning to a stepping stone for a powerful species. He still wanted the devoted cultist to have reason though. If these Hollows believed in Skothantos, Dakota thought it was only right that they be allowed to follow it faithfully.