Epilogue
Peace is not something easily found in a world full of dangerous creatures. However, as The Great Lord of Las Noches stares down at his Espadas lounging at the artificial beach he's created, he thinks he might have just found the closest thing to it.
He watches them fondly. A smile tugging at his lips as his daughter races past. There's a pair of black swimming trucks in her hands as someone races after her. It's an extremely tall Espada and he promises pain as he chases her but The Lord knows there's nothing to worry about.
Nnoitra won't hurt her.
None of the Espada will.
When he finally catches her, he simply snatches the trunks out of her hand. Mumble cruses continue to spill from his lips but there's a smile there, nonetheless. He ruffles the girl's hair fondly before racing back to his blushing Fracción and handing him back his shorts.
No.
None of them will harm her because she's their Second In Command. Barragan Lousienbairn had not survived the war. The previous Second In Command had not been brought down by a Death God, though. He had fallen victim to the bonds. With the death of all of Fracciónes, he had no choice but to follow them.
Even without a single scratch on him, Barragan had not made it back to the Castle. He finished his fight though. Brought down the Death Gods that killed his Fracciónes and then passed on.
His loses were too great for him to keep going.
With the Second In Command gone the title should have fallen to Harribel. And it would have, had it not been for his daughter.
After the war and after the Espadas were sure they would no longer live under threat, all of their attention had turned inward. Their pack was in shambles. Barragan had not been the only Espada to fall. Zommari Rureaux the Seventh Espada, Aaroniero Arruruerie the Ninth Espada, and Yammy Llargo the Tenth Espada had fallen, as well.
With so much of the hierarchy gone, they had some serious adjustments to make. Which had not been made an easier by the appearance of his daughter. Once her power had been fully released, the Arrancars had recognized her not only as pack, but also as one of their leaders.
She was the first Arrancar, after all.
An Ancient in their minds.
The first one successfully made and the Arrancars had known that. Something in them screamed that this ancient being was to be respected. That it should lead them because her power was great, strong. She holds more power than any of Aizen's men and should have rightfully placed first but she hadn't.
She had chosen not to lead. She had bowed to Starrk when he'd began to size her up to fight. There would have been no way around it. If she wanted to lead then she'd have to forcibly take the pack from him.
But she didn't.
She had not wanted to be responsible for hundreds of Arrancars so she'd bowed to him. Taken a knee before the male could attack and had allowed him to scent her.
Her place in the pack as Second In Command had been sealed with that act alone. Now she stands as the Second Espada, commanding Aizen's Arrancars with a skill that is all hereditary.
She is his daughter after all.
He can't stop the smile that comes to his face every time he sees her.
Yes, peace is not easily found. Especially when a group of bloodthirsty killers is involved. Throw in a group of equal bloodthirsty Assassins and peace should be nonexistent but he's found it.
Well, at least something close to it and, as he watches Leah drag a reluctant Grimmjow into the cool water, he hopes it'll stay awhile.
