(Prologue)
Towards Death We Walk
I would be ready for battle whenever I was called upon by my great Lords. I would be ready to lay down my life for them and fight our greatest enemy. Nothing could shake my resolve to defend not only my honor but the honor of all of Lord Aizen's army.
I slipped into my pure white jacket and crossed the straps that substituted for buttons tightly over my chest. I looked into the mirror and my pure jade eyes gazed solemnly back at me. "Triplatora…are you ready?" I closed my eyes at the rush of emotions that suddenly racked my body.
I collected myself and wrenched my eyelids apart. The lone horn of his broken Hollow mask jutted into the dark heavens above his head confronting my vision with a blazing image of how lonely he stood.
"I am ready, Lord Ulquiorra." I confirmed, making my countenance as unemotional as his. Ulquiorra's cerulean eyes stared at me, his expression one of such pure misery it could have ripped apart a thousand souls.
"Then let us go. Lord Aizen is waiting for his army." I nodded. Taking my sword in my hand, I followed my master to my death.