Dance with the Devil (Breaking Benjamin)
He just stood there, helpless, outside the door of Aizen's room, where he had been kicked out after already being used. I walked up to him and pulled him into a warm embrace.
Aizen was the devil. Is the devil.
And he treated Ulquiorra so cruelly, as if he were just old plaything. Worth nothing. Only played with when bored. Easily thrown away without remorse.
I couldn't stand it anymore, seeing him being treated this way.
"Close your eyes. You need to sleep." How many days, times, had I seen the poor bat this way?
I gently carried him to my room and lay him on the bed for some rest before kissing him goodnight and heading back towards Aizen's room, to dance with the devil to the death. I couldn't let him hurt Ulquiorra again, not ever.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in, Sexta."
As I entered, I didn't look him in the eye, didn't want to see that bastard's smugness and superiority complex reflect in those shit colored orbs of the Walking Deceit.
"May I ask why you are here, Grimmjow?" The way he said it, if you didn't know Aizen, would have only sounded polite and kind, but Grimmjow knew better. He saw through the man's façade and lies constantly.
"I came here to put an end to the way you treat Ulquiorra. To put an end to you."