I had gotten stronger. I had graduated many levels in my one-month visit. I had been a hollow at first, then a bigger hollow, then a Menos. During my Menos existence, I had to fight for consciousness amongst all the other souls trapped in this body. There were little girls, and cold-blooded serial killers all mixed into one being. During my 11th turn, I killed a particularly annoying hollow. He was always jumping on everyone and cracking everyone's masks. We were glad he was gone.

Then, I started to shift. I broke away from the Menos, finally getting my own body. I took the shape of a dragon-like hollow, with wings and fangs and poison-steeped talons. Now that I had evolved, I could travel along the sand-ridden slopes of Weakomundo. I scrabbled through the exit, despite all my brothers' warnings and escaped to the outer world. It was silent, and an eerie feeling of death and traps hung in the air like cigarette smoke.

I flew through the smoggy skies, killing anything I saw. I became the predator. The other evolved ones feared me. I liked it. On one of my trips, a man with a bone like mask appeared before me.

"Ulquiorra. You have demonstrated your strength throughout your existence as a hollow. You have been granted the chance to be an Eronkar." He beamed. He was trembling slightly.

Since I had lost the ability to speak long ago, I nodded my head in agreement. Following him back into the enormous castle, I was surrounded by a group of the mysterious masked men. They morphed my body into that of a human's, with one exception: a mask of bone all Eronkars had to wear.

I had a medium-like status amongst the Eronkars. I wasn't bullied, but I wasn't respected either. And I wasn't happy at all. This was the worst decision I had ever made. My body writhed with agony, and something was always hurting. Voices in my head told me to kill things, while others told me to kill myself. I couldn't take it.

I went to the human world to try and find solace to no avail. I didn't kill anyone, no; I'd keep my 'good Eronkar' status. I mulled around all day and all night, finding no peace. I thought I'd kill myself. Then I came upon a group of soul reapers. Good, they could do it for me. Kneeling in submit, I enjoyed their confused looks. But yet I still wasn't killed.

I heard them speak in a transmitter, something about testing. And then I was taken to the soul-society and chained to a wall in a jail. I was going to be a testing subject. Somehow, I was glad I was betraying my own race. It felt nice to help someone on the good side.