As promised this year Ulquiorra is getting a story for his birthday. So happy birthday Ulquiorra! (Yes I'm obsessed, but aren't we all?)


Prelude

A white figure stood at the large bay window, they looked as if they belonged there, just standing and staring up at the moon through the pane of glass. Upon closer inspection one might make the realization that something was wrong. Perhaps it was the numerous bruises, or the blood running down neck, arms, and legs, maybe it was that the white of the garment was almost the same shade as the skin, or perhaps it was the fact that the pupils of big emerald eyes reflected nothing, not even the light of the full moon. Yes, it must have been the eyes, the eyes that shone no hope or light, as if they belonged to an old man who was finally dying after a long and painful battle. But this figure, this person, was only a boy.

Slowly the head turned to the left to face back to the king sized bed with the most expensive silk sheets and satin duvet. This entire room screamed elegance, wealth, and power. The rest of the body turned with the head of ebony hair and slowly the figure dragged himself back to his fate.