"Any last words Sousuke Aizen?" the voice boomed.
The brown haired male wrapped in tight black leather bands chuckled. He looked at the judging males and females around him. "Yes. Be wary of my master. He's the real villain here; he is the one who told me to do as I did. My master still hides in your ranks, unseen by you." Aizen explained.
"Nonsense!" the voices all boomed.
Aizen closed his eyes and chuckled. "You shall be sorry for those words soon enough. When my master strikes and you all suffer, do not blame me." He stated.
Everyone assumed Aizen was lying and his sentence was increased. He was locked away in the lowest level of the prison, the eighth level, the Muken. No one knew he spoke the truth.
"My lord?" a voice spoke.
"Quiet. I am busy." Another voice snapped.
"I'm sorry my Lord. Your pet spoke of you but the Soul Society casted it away as lies." The first voice replied.
"I will punish him later, thank you for the information." The second voice responded.
"…My lord, I will miss you. Must you leave?" the first voice asked, whining.
"I must leave, I will grow stronger this way. You, my dear will standby, wait for my orders." The second voice demanded.
"…Yes my lord."
"Also, stop calling me that. It's getting annoying!"
"Sorry…my lord"
"I will see you later…dear, don't get hurt while I'm gone. You are my most trusted advisor and I love you dearly."
"Fuck, I'm blushing. You are too kind, do I get a kiss before you leave?"
"Nope. Good bye."
Then the room was filled with silence as the God of a man left the room. "I love you too Aibou." The first voice muttered sadly.
I hope this peaked some interest. This is the simple prologue of a hopefully very interesting story.
Who do you think Aizen's master is? Who is the dear advisor?
Sorry about the shitty title
Oh and the 5 worlds: World of the Living, Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, Hell, and the Royal Realm
Please review so I know if anyone is interested in the story.