Our Father, Hallowed Be Thy Name

Prologue: The Mission

"I'm sending you on a mission my love, to find Nnoitra and dispose of him, is that understood?" Sōsuke Aizen asked, looking down at his disciple. That beautiful, pale, doll-like face perfect and unmarred, his untidy raven hair falling down to his shoulders.

"Yes, my Lord." Ulquiorra had decided to ignore the my love comment completely. No. His purpose was to serve his God and not disobey him… unless it was for Grimmjow, he rationalized. But he had to go find the traitor. The reason they were even going after him? Because he had built an alternate plane below Earth's surface… Hell, he'd decided to call it. And the gates were always open. Sometimes he got to souls before Aizen could and took them into his realm. For what, no one knew but it certainly wasn't for anything good.

"Excellent… I fully expect you to succeed." Ulquiorra just nodded in response. "You are dismissed." The pale angel left his god's presence and proceeded to walk through Heaven to the Gates of Glory. Might as well start the mission now… he thought.

"Ah… St. Cifer." The Gate's guard acknowledged rather sarcastically. Then again, Luppi was probably one of the most narcissistic angels in the plane. "Going somewhere?" He inquired, taking up his normal stance of sitting in the air with his legs crossed, chin in the palm of his hand with the overly long sleeve hanging down, elbow propped up on his knee. Ulquiorra barely managed to suppress a sigh.

"Yes Luppi, now open the Gate."

"Where are you going?"

"That is none of your business."

Luppi narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether or not he should challenge this, but Ulquiorra was on the High Council, and questioning him would be like questioning Aizen… not that he didn't question Aizen, but he didn't want to make it overly common knowledge.

"Of course St. Cifer…" he said, surrendering and opening the Gates of Glory so he could leave to do whatever it was that Aizen wanted him to do.

Ulquiorra walked out of the Gates and headed down, not knowing that he would go down much farther than he ever meant to go.

"Aizen did what?" Grimmjow asked Szayel incredulously after he was done choking on his tea.

"Like I just told you, he sent St. Cifer down to take care of Nnoitra."

"I can't believe that bastard!" Grimmjow said, swearing freely because Lord Aizen couldn't hear them.

Szayel sighed, "You know, he wouldn't like it if he knew what the two of you were up to…"

"I don't give a shit! He shouldn't be telling us what to do! Why do we even have to listen to him?"

"Because he is our God… we have to listen to him. Just because we don't like him doesn't give us the right to rebel…"

"Szayel. That freak is sending my Ulquiorra to Hell! Do we even know what its like down there? I don't want that pervert Nnoitra to molest him!"

"Grimmjow…" the pink haired angel said quietly. "Keep it down, if Aizen knew-"

"Fuck Aizen!"

"Grim-"

"No. I'm going after him." And with that, the teal haired angel left the pink haired one standing there rather sad. If Aizen found out about it… any of it… they would all be dead.

Even if they already were.

A/N: just something I've been mulling over for awhile… I don't know when I'll update this, but hopefully it'll be soon…

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