"An angel? Are you crazy?" The brown-haired huntsman laughed as they discussed the creature's origin, the subject of their discussion ignoring them, facing the opposite direction, holding a hand out with its fingers twitching. "He-It-, Whatever, looks more like a demon than anything else." He scratched his chin. He paced around, trying to find any resemblance to something he'd seen before in the tall creature.
"Do you think it can write?" A younger woman held out an open notebook, a pencil held in its spine. "What, are you thinking it has a name?" The huntsman chuckled. It was worth a shot regardless, and he took the notebook and held it out to the creature. It turned, looking at it.
He stared at the page as blankly as it did to him. He took it and the pencil before scrawling down his name as he remembered it.
Ulquiorra Cifer.
"Ulquiorra? Odd name." "I wouldn't expect demons to follow the color convention." "Neither would I, but I've still never seen a name like that, fiction or not." The townspeople backed away, increasingly fearful now that they were aware Ulquiorra had some kind of sentience.
"Is..is it wounded?" The few that were still unafraid had their attention drawn to the hole in Ulquiorra's chest. The huntsman curiously reached out before Ulquiorra reached his hand out to stop him. He hesitantly pulled his arm back. "...Are you...with us?"
'I haven't been able to feel any of the other Espada's souls since my arrival here...Nor that of Lord Aizen's.' He thought to himself. 'And...i'm lacking all of my ability to manipulate energy.' He stared out, taking in his surroundings for real for the first time.
This world reminded him of Hueco Mundo. No, it wasn't a barren wasteland, but it had the potential. The creature's he'd fought, the closest parallel to hollows, and these people, fighting to survive, like hollows would. He turned the page of the notebook and continued to write.
Why do you fight?
Nearby, a crow lands on a rooftop.
