Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did I would own Bleach

This story is a lot more serious than my other one, so be warned. I had intended to write two Bleach fics, one very light-hearted and one that's way more serious. This is the serious one.

He calmly walked down the dark hallway with a stern look on his face. He looked around at the colossal, white walls and the Arrancar who stopped whatever they were doing just to get a look at him, no doubt wondering how he had managed to get this far without any of them even noticing. A quick flash of his reiatsu brought them to their knees. They now knew he had more power than any of them could even dream of attaining, and a fight would be pointless.

He was not dressed as he normally would be, but that was of little consequence to him. He was comfortable in any form, including an expensive Italian tuxedo, dress pants, and dress shoes that looked like they had just been made yesterday. His tie was a standard red one; he really didn't like ties too much. In his hands was a large black briefcase. He was all business.

Finally he reached his destination. There, sitting on a large marble throne, was the man he had come to see. He could already tell this man was sizing him up, seeing if he was a potential threat. He looked harmless, with a healthy head of black hair, and a small goatee. In fact, he looked just like a typical high-powered American businessman, except, of course, for the two small horns sticking out of his forehead.

"Well now, you must be Sosuke Aizen," he said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Who are you?" the man on the throne replied.

"I have many names. That is not important. But what is important is I have come to make you an offer you can't refuse."

"Before I even listen to any offer you could possibly make me, I have a few questions for you."

"Go ahead."

"First of all, how did you get this far without me hearing anything?"

"I can take any form I please."

"A shape shifter, how interesting. Alright, what makes you think I'm even vaguely interested in anything you could offer me?"

"You'll understand that once the offer has been made. And try not to be too proud, I know from experience that that is a foolish thing to do."

"Fine, my final question, who are you?"

"I cannot reveal my identity without quite a bit of melodrama, and quite frankly I'm not in the mood."

"I will hear your offer."

"I'm offering to relieve you."

"What did you say?"

"I'm here to relieve you of command of this entire enterprise. Don't worry though, I could use you to keep the Arrancar loyal."

"I've had enough of this," nothing in Aizen's composure had changed, but anyone who knew him would say he was furious. "Grimmjow."

"Yes, Aizen-sama?"

"Kill this man, he bores me."

"As you command, Aizen-sama." Grimmjow leaped from the darkness, the cavernous room reverberating with his lust for battle as he cried out. He was about to land upon the man and mash his fist right into his freaky horned skull. That didn't work out very well.

Grimmjow felt a powerful hand squeeze his neck. He didn't know how, but he felt more pain than he should have. A horrible, debilitating, pain so intense that he had no choice but to cry out in agony, something he had never done before.

"Is this one of your precious Espada? How pathetic." The pain had stopped, and Grimmjow cautiously inched his other hand towards his zanpakutou.

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't have any of that." The horned man's hand had a tight grip on Grimmjow's wrist. Without showing the slightest of exertion he ripped Grimmjow's arm off and used it as a club. One hit sent him flying out of sight. Then he turned his attention to Aizen.

The horned man smirked and appeared next to Aizen, hand wrapped tightly around his throat. The horned man leaned in closer and whispered into Aizen's ear.

"Do you understand? Do you understand why you cannot refuse me?"

"Yes." This was a first, he was genuinely afraid for his life. His composure was gone. He had lost.

"Good. Now get out of my chair, you little brat!"

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" the horned man was amused at this question, he even chuckled a little. "I thought that would be obvious by now. I'm the Devil."

That's right, the Devil. And he has some interesting plans for Hueco Mundo and Aizen's Motley Crue. I hope you guys like it, and if you don't, I'd still like you to review.