A/N: Yeah... still nothing... ^^;
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I would do anything for my fraccion, whom I consider my children.
Those three young girls always fought and bickered; they were just like sisters. Heh…
I was loyal to Aizen-sama. He was almost like a father to me.
And then he betrays me. I do all I can to fend off the shinigami. I suppose you could say I was "daddy's" little soldier. But how wrong I was to consider that bastard to be anything akin to a father.
I fought long and hard and "daddy's" blade pierces through my flesh. I then seek the one thing any child seeks when they believe they have been unjustly punished: retribution. I whip around and hit my mark, only to see the illusion I had been living in finally shatter.
This man is nothing like a father.
And with another stab, the cold metal slicing neatly through my skin, I fall.
My blood spilled as though I were a sacrifice for some sick and twisted god who thrived off of the death of his creations.
It turns out that I was nothing more than a distraction, a diversion for some higher plan, some greater scheme that I know nothing of; we all were.
We, the Espada are nothing more than a means to buy time for that damnable man.
And I have fulfilled my purpose.
Therefore, I was disposed of.
To him, that's all there is to it.