Hello my name is Szayel Aporro Granz, and I lived in Spain. I was actually quite a happy person, and I was always interested in science, and I loved moths and making ink for writing. I was living with my older brother, Yylforte, at the time. He loved bulls for some reason. He was impressed by their raw power, whether it be the ones for bull fighting, or the wild ones. I loved moths because I think their beautiful and that sparkly little dust that comes off of them too. But when I was living in Spain, I was attending college, taking science, and anatomy. I think I wanted to be one of those people that deals with dissecting organ donors. So I guess I was a little sadistic. Everything was going fine for me, until one day. There was the running of the bulls, and my brother went to go see, and decided to be one of the people that helps lead them towards the stadium. It should be easy to guess what happened to him, he was to slow and got trampled to death. After his death, I became quite a dark and solitary person. I engulfed myself in my studies, and shunned everyone away from me. My only little moments of piece was at night when the moths were out. I still remember sitting outside on my porch on a warm summer night, watching the moths fly into and around the light. I stood up and walked toward the light and lifted my finger to see if they would land on it. But instead I chased them away..And out of anger I smashed the light, and my way to see the moths again. My hand got cut up from the glass, so I bandaged it, no harm really.
After a mad lonely year, I got my job, as the head surgeon when it came to removing the organs. I ordered people around as if they were my dog. I didn't care about them whatsoever, once in a while they got a little cut on the hand by accident. Right after they pissed me off. I couldn't get fired, I was the best they had and wouldn't dare do anything to me. I forgot to mention, I pretty much climbed my way to head surgeon by stomping on everybody. The tactic works oh so very well for me, and I loved seeing how they squirmed. Doing that to them was the best thing ever in my opinion. I didn't care if they got demoted or were close to losing their jobs, in my opinion. You have to squash a few ants to get to the top of the ant hill, and that's exactly what I did. But I was still lonely, and I never got to see the moths because my light outside on my porch was still broken. I never bothered to get it fixed for some reason. I was probably to caught up drinking to even notice or care. And then came the day I died. I was at home, pissed off as can be, I got fired from my job. They said they didn't need me anymore. I was pissed off , when I came home the first thing I did was have a drink, and then another and another and another. I was, as people would say, wasted. I was talking to myself, yelling about how I got fired. I threw and kicked bottles everywhere. I got so mad that I lit a match, and burned the house down. I just stood outside on my back porch with that broken light, watching it burn down, and then I heard a cracking sound and looked up. A part of the house fell down right on me, crushing me. I screamed for help, but nobody came. I was in so much pain, and after a while I gave up on my screaming. I knew that nobody was coming to help me. Everybody hated me, and my older brother was gone. He was dead, so there was no hope of anyone coming to my rescue. I lied there quietly under the broken off piece, waiting for death. I had my arm sticking out, and my hand held up high, seeing if a moth would land on my hand. And luckily, one did, it landed right there on my hand, just like how a butterfly does when you stick your hand out to it. And I closed my eyes and drifted off to death. I was bound to the rubble of my home, and turned into a hollow.
A/N: I know this chapter wasn't very long, and the reason I had him living moths is because in his release form, he kind has that demonic moth or butterfly thing. And I thought I'd go with moth, and I personally think that went well with this, if I did butterfly, I would have had him have a heart attack on his porch in the afternoon the next day. And I though his named seemed somewhat Spanierd (however you spell it), but I also here his name is possibly german or something else. Which is why I went with lived in spain, instead of grew up.
The next espada I'm doing will be Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, and I hope I can get a longer chapter. If you haven't figured it out yet, I don't care for short chapters, I at least like to get around 1,000 or 2,000 words. And don't forget to review! (please) Also I would like to know, if you kind of like this writing style for this, or if you would like it in a speaking style, where it's basically kind of like this. EX: "I was a lonely son of a bitch" he said sounding irritated and depressed.