Hello, so I will eventually continue writing on my story Touch of a Demon but for now, this story has been plaguing my mind for quite some time and so I decided to release it from my brain and out to you guys.

Warning: This story will be dark, graphic and possibly maddening. That is how I envision it anyways. Life is rated M and therefore, this story is. It is the darker side of Aizens dark side. The darkest and most evil of his aspects in my opinion will be portrayed.

For all of those young kids looking to read a 'sex story' this is not for you. This will have nonconsensual sex or otherwise known as RAPE and psychological torture of sorts.

Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH. Tite Kubo owns BLEACH.

And so…

GLASS

Prologue

Forget What You Know.

Forget what you know about Aizen, Gin, Tosen and the entire Soul Society, because it's irrelevant to what I am going to tell you. I knew Aizen for who and what he was from the moment I met him; Evil, narcissistic, cruel and above all else, manipulative. He can manipulate actions, the way people move and act around him, is all done according to him. The way he wants them to move is like a chess master and his board pieces. One might even call him a "Master of Man" or you could call him "God." In those terms, I call him "Devil." But no matter…I never knew the sweet Aizen, Captain Aizen, Lieutenant Aizen, I knew him as Aizen-Sama from the beginning. It wasn't until the end though, that I understand what it all meant. How knowing him could be so fatal and how my good eye and observation skills had sent me tumbling to the pits of hell.

It was the night before he was to leave Soul Society to continue his experiments. Urahara Kisuke had just been promoted to captain status, Gin was the size of a twelve year old and Tosen was…well Tosen and I was that tall, lean, and strange girl with startling dark blue eyes and wavy black hair. Gin would tease me about my hair, how the length of it would be the death of me; It reached the tops of my thighs when up in a ponytail and my five foot eight height made my hair look even longer.

I was called to join Aizen for a discussion in his private barracks that night. His eyes held mine the way they always would whenever he saw me for the first time in awhile, as if his eyes had somehow dehydrated from the lack of my appearance. He had stood up from his place by his desk and took my hand. Physical contact between us was not uncommon, he often reached out and stroked my hair or at that time, he had become interested in the space between my shoulder and neck. After I had seated myself across from him on his floor, he had reached out again towards me, to that spot on my neck. I had felt a prick and the next thing I remember, He was inside of me. Burning and stinging like fire as he stroked slowly. In my state, I recall thinking that he was trying to please me. To make it worse, to make it hurt more afterwards. He knew physical pain was nothing in comparison with emotional torment. When he had the chance to inflict such pain, he did, and this was something I knew very well.

The Beginning.


' When buy a light bulb they are fresh and new, shine brightly and show promise for new light. And even though they light up immediately, they do not die immediately. They flicker, shudder and shake for as long as a few days before they finally fade away. ' –Me

This story will progress quickly through the plot and I hope it keeps your attention. It is dark and will go into plenty more detail from here on out. Please review if you can. I would love to hear your suggestions and opinions if you'll express them to me.