A short prologue introducing the OC for this story. Please enjoy.

I do not own Bleach.

Blood. A deep, dark crimson covered every aspect of the small wooden house. The floor couldn't even be seen under the flowing blood. The walls were crying blood, even the ceiling had not been untouched by the flowing blood as it dripped onto the floor.

The owners of the blood that had once been healthy were disappearing bit by bit right next to his feet. The tears flowed off Xenor's face without him realizing, the shear sadness that was swelling inside him was something he had never experienced before. All twenty of his friends had just been killed before him and he was next.

The murderer, dressed just like the Shinigami, walked slowly and calmly over to Xenor; ignore the gruesome sight all around him he made his way towards Xenor. The murderer grabbed Xenor by the measly clothing he was wearing, hanging him off the floor. "Looks like you are the last." The man smiled, the deep silver eyes showing only insanity behind it. Holding the sword up high the murderer readied to kill Xenor.

"Wait." Another man, dressed just like the Shinigami as well, appeared with a hand on the murderer. There was no relief that washed over Xenor as he saw the two together; in just one moment he could tell these two were together in their crimes. "Leave that one alive." The first man listening without question dropped Xenor into the crimson sea. "Now little one." The second man looked at him, an eye patch covered one eye but the other was a pitch black. "You will tell anyone that bandits did this. Do you understand? Because if the Shinigami protect your worthless life than we can also take it."

Collapsing to his knees Xenor was ashamed of himself. He had been the only one to survive this terrible outcome of his friends. He was the only one to survive and still he couldn't even protect one of them he was so weak. Cries started to echo around him and it was a long time before he realized that they were his.

"Do you want power?" A voice sounded over his cries. A voice with power seeping out of it, more than anything he had ever felt. "I can give you great power."