I've been thinking a lot of about this story, Confounded I mean, and I wanted to do something else with it. I may never finish the prequel but I think I could finish this.


I am Sexta, the sixth arrancar, follower and slave to Lord Aizen. I am nothing to him. He could throw me out just as easily as he keeps me. He is our 'king' and I must follow all orders. I have never, and will never be, his most loyal follower. I am to angry, to violent. But in the end he trusted me with this mission that would so deeply effect everything later.

We won the war. Aizen finally got what he wanted. For now their world was still just that, their's, until he decided to take it. It was a bloody mess, a lot of people died on both sides, but in the end it was one angry, heart-broken scream that ended it. The anger he showed at her death, the one my side killed, was terrible. Even I, the heartless Sexta, felt it in my very core.

It might same strange that the very person who ended it all was the one who first changed his mind about me. How he accepted me and didn't think that I was deceiving anyone. It was all part of the plan, my Lord's plan. Give the shinigami false hope and than rip it all away from them. I didn't want to, but I had to. That day I became Aizen's spy. That day changed it all, but most of all it changed me.

If it wasn't for this mission I might be dead today. I would have died alone with no one to love me, no one to come home even if I did survive.

In the end it was him, the hero of Soul Society, that changed everything.