Hello readers! Sorry this was so long in coming but between work, life and writers block I was nearly hopeless. Thank you's to those who helped pull me out of my slump, namely fuzzibunniez, viera and LadyKatie8190. Y'all are awesome.

A/N: This is a two part chapter. The first bit Mirella's ancient being, you will learn more about her. I based the character off various telling of Mayan mythology's creation of the world, though I did bend some facts to make it fit the story better. I apologize right now if that offends anyone; I have the utmost respect for the Maya and their culture. If I could have done it without tweaking I would have. If you would like to know more look up the Popul Vuh (Mayan Bible), if the mythology confuses you or seems too muddled, send me an e-mail and I will do my best to help you understand or smooth out any parts of the story where the continuity is truly off.

I do not own Bleach, nor the Popul Vuh.

Chapter 15

Approaching Spectar

Something is wrong… I don't know what. That is odd. I normally know everything. I have been keeping an even closer eye than that Hollow of hers.

I cannot help but bask in the warmth of her human emotion toward him, emotions I have never born in the full sense that humans enjoy. I cannot afford emotion. That must be why I chose to infiltrate Las Noches. I like Hollows. No, I don't like them… I can relate to them. Their general emotionless states make them easier to work with. Emotions never interfere with work for Hollows

The Shinigami think too much. Except Aizen. He is predictable to a fault. It is always easy to predict the moves of those controlled by power, blood lust, and greed. Unfortunately for him, Aizen is controlled by all three. He is easy to predict but hard to stop. Even I had to exert more effort than a flick of the wrist to repel him.

But he was not the threat. No… someone else, something else. I knew that the tall spoon shaped one hated her. That was not new. What had changed? The thought had been nagging me for over a month now, but it was strong now.

The need to protect the girl who carried me was near maternal. Not that I would know what maternal felt like.

I felt her heart flutter unconsciously as she snuggled against the man next to her. Happiness. There was not enough happiness in the world anymore. I don't know if there had ever been enough, come to think of it. I didn't want to think on it; shuffling through millenniums worth of knowledge was not my idea of a good night.

Inevitably as I tried to stop the flow of memories, they came unbidden to me again. Truly they were all simply different forms of the same event. Death, destruction, pain. Over and over again. The screaming… I could still here the screaming. The only emotion I was truly familiar with drifted over me, and I watched as my habitat changed with it, the void was filled with rain clouds.

They began to rain, the drops hitting off my back and wings evaporating in a haze of steam. Figures walked in it. Figures I knew, and who knew me. They stepped forward out of the rainforest that I had created with my sorrow.

"I promise, I will save you too."

The embodied memories stared at me with blank empty eyes.

I am not the death dealer anymore. We stood for creation, balance, and destruction, but I am all that's left. Eternal life was supposed to be a gift, but it is a loaded gift. Not many possess the fortitude to keep going when the loss becomes too great, when everyone fades like a flowers tint into the sands of times.

I am one of the three Gucumatz, a piece of the Heart of Heaven. We created the world simply by wanting it to be. I am what is commonly known as a phoenix, trading my blue green feathers for fire when I was chosen to be the destroyer, though I am more powerful by far than the Egyptian ones of legend. Our bad ideas were cleaned up by me.

The first men, made of wood seemingly, unable to truly function were exterminated or fled. They were no better than beasts but they still screamed in pain when my minions gouged out their eyes and beheaded them. When they were crushed, the silence was more deafening than their shrieks of pain. The sick joy in Cotzbalam's eyes turned my stomach, but this was my job, and completing it my mission. I destroyed the lives we had given. If nothing else, I always followed through.

There were lesser beings than we, though similar, who grew vain in their menial amounts of power. It mattered not that we were supreme, they claimed it. They claimed our sun, our moon, our power. They took our praise. Yet again, I had to clear the misleading from the world. That was nearly as difficult as this, for I had to use 2 youths to takedown their idol. At least they enjoyed favor after wards. This…

I could never understand why it was me who did these deeds when others brought it up. I was told by Xmucane (the sooth-sayer) that it was because I hated it the most. I would not take advantage of my terrible power. Caculha Huracan (creator) said it was because only I was strong enough in heart to withstand the horrors of death.

I still don't know why, but I believe they were both right, as I saw Huracan die of a broken heart simply when her creations turned against her. I saw Chipi (balance) die when she was shunned by humans when they deemed her practices old and no longer followed. But I lived. Man could not go on without destroying something or someone. I was always of value.

I am old: too old now for the games of popularity, too old to be called on for this war or that piece of revenge. This would be my final act. I didn't want to kill anymore. I wanted peace. I don't know what is left for those who give their lives to horrible ways, but hopefully, if I give all that I have there is some salvation. I suppose I have already had what gift I deserve in hearing a laugh, her beautiful tinkling laugh that brings a small smile to my forever somber face. One glimpse of hope.

I had to tell her my name. I had told her I had forgotten, but it wasn't true. It's simply too horrible to want to let anyone use it. My name holds power on the lips of mortals even; for her, it was a gateway to unknown power. Yelling it out could rend the world in two, saying it to a single person could kill them. I planted my name in the back of her dreams, to be found when needed.

Raxa Caculha, truly the most feared words on earth to those who even had a vague idea.

And so, the God of Destruction must cure the world, I knew no other way to save them, save them all, save… her. The only joy I have known in eons. I would rise.

Sleep well, my love, for today is dead and tomorrow is covered in blood.

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Nnoitra

Szayel. What a predictable fucking moron. He had no imagination. That or Aizen had no tolerance for color what so ever and ordered all medicines by white and look exactly alike. Go figure that Szayel, the sniveling bitch, would do exactly as told. Either way it helped me.

Szayel left his lab at the same time late as night as always. I was in my normal hiding place he never checked. Luckily, I didn't run ito Hali-bitch on my way here again. Another pathetic waste of power. That's why I could pull this off with her in charge of the girl. Grimmjow was pathetic too, but for some reason, now under that whore's command, he almost seemed scary. His Hollow hole was shrinking, and the more it did the powerful he seemed.

Eh, fuck him. None of them deserved their spot. They thought I was the dumbass, just wait. I would get to this slut like even Aizen couldn't dream of doing. I couldn't wait to make her scream. Make her cry. I could taste the salt tears in my mouth. God, this would be hella good.

I waited another few minutes to make sure no fraccion members would come to disturb me, having forgotten something for their picky bitch leader. One of his annoying bouncing balls of a follower would not stop my long awaited revenge. I love the way that word sounds, and I'm gonna love acting it out, damn it.

I crept from my hiding place and went over to the cabinet where I knew szayel kept all of his pills organized impeccably. Dear god! Even the fucking labels were in the same direction!This made it easy to find the two bottles I needed. I nearly laughed loud to see that her vitamins and the top secret separation pills the Octava had developed looked exactly alike. I dumped out the contents of both on the table and counted out the amounts, even more pleased to see the vitamins were out-numbered.

The bitch had no hope. With the fag scientist unaware her being would have no way of knowing they were bad. It was my time, now. Fuck her. Fuck them all!

I replaced the bottles and left the lab, surprised myself whistling on the way back to my room.

Not that I could enjoy anything for long, of course. The yellow flash appeared in just enough time for me to get ready for the hit. I closed my eyes as my head hit the wall behind me and when I opened them I saw two steel grey eyes staring at me. "What do you want?" I spat at her, fighting the hand that was nearly collapsing my wind pipe.

She simply stared at me, sending a chill through my bones with the strength of the unsaid threat. Finally she growled softly. I know you are up to something. If it harms that girl, you will die." She let go and walked calmly to her room, giving me one more glare before shutting the door.

I stalked off towards my room, now angry at the bitch that was ranked above me. She was female for christ's sake. Where's Tesla, I need to hit something…

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~Echo