Huzzah, I hope you enjoy this chapter, cause I really put a lot of work into it. If you recognize what i reference int his chapter, kudos.

FUNNY HILARITY TO COME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Finally the serious will be over.

Title: "Speak of the Devil" -unknown

Ichigo and Orihime, continued to sit silently next to Rukia. It had been hours, and Orihime was still straining to heal the grievous wounds inflicted upon her. Thankfully she was able to turn back most of the wounds. Her powers were working to restore Rukia's leg, reconstructing the flesh and turning back the damage.

Sweat dripped from her brow, and she reached up to wipe it away. There was so much spirit energy surrounding Rukia's wounds that it was taking an insane amount of effort to heal them. what creature had this much power, power enough to disrupt her healing powers so much. Her powers were supposed to work faster than Soul Reaper healing abilities but, it was taking so long, and she'd only been able to reconstruct Rukia's leg to her knee.

There was another burst of powerful reiatsu and it reverberated across the sands of Hueco Mundo. It caused wind to whip up around them and sand to displace. Ichigo put himself between her and the energy and sand. He used his own body to shield the two women until things died down again. When he moved away to give Orihime room again he saw that she was crying and the light of her healing powers had faded. The flowers had once again returned to her hair-pins.

"What happened?" He placed a hesitant hand upon her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Ichigo. I just can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted and I can't focus." It was true that her powers were less effective the less conviction she had. And right now her heart was not there, It was back in Las Noches, broken and dying with what remained of her warden.

"It's alright, As long as she lives." He pulled Orihime into a caring embrace to comfort her until she stopped crying.

"Isn't this touching" Sneered a voice behind them. Ichigo let Orihime go and turned to face the arrancar with messy electric blue hair. Grimmjow just grinned at him, and chuckled. Balanced on Grimmjow's shoulder was the little arrancar girl who had assisted Ichigo and their gang earlier. The espada dumped her upon the ground next to the substitute reaper. Then he turned his attention to Orihime who had her head hung in sorrow. "Didn't take you long to get over the smelly lawn ornament."

Orihime turned to yell something at him, but Grimmjow was already gone, all that remained was an impression of his reiatsu. Instead she got up and moved to the edge of the flat stone, plunking herself into the sand and leaning against the cold rock.

Ichigo decided to giver her space, and instead started a conversation with Nel. The two of them discussed a game plan now that Arturo's presence had caused a ripple in their plans. They didn't need to rescue Orihime anymore. From the what it felt like, Aizen was being dealt with. And they'd managed to temporarily gain another arrancar ally. For how long though, they weren't sure. Grimmjow had a habit of forming his own agendas.

Another burst of Grimmjow's spirit pressure introduced his reappearance. He dumped a struggling Quincy on to the rock, kicked him in the butt, then vanished again. Uryu grumbled and sat up, rubbing his hind end.

"Hey Uryu, I see you met Grimmjow." Ichigo welcomed his Quincy friend.

"You could have informed me he was helping us now." Uryu took a seat next to the others, he paused in surprise when his eyes settled on Rukia.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that as soon as I develope long range telepathy."

"What happened to her?" Uryu reached out to touch Rukia's stumped leg, horrified to find that she was missing her right foot and shin.

"I don't know. Arturo just suddenly showed up, and dumped her at the feet of both me and Grimmjow. He told us to save her, then he just left." The substitute reaper turned his attention to Las Noches, where they could all feel a great battle taking place. "We think that's him right now, fighting Aizen." He turned back to Rukia, and gave her a concerned and longing look. "Orihime did what she could, but were weren't able to save her foot."

"Orihime is here?! You guys saved her already?!" Uryu stood up and looked around, before finally spotting the girl hiding over by the edge of the stone plateau. Before the Quincy could approach her, Ichigo grabbed his clothes and pulled him back down.

"Hey man, leave her be. She's tired and she's been through a lot."

The quincy responded by fiddling with his glasses, And only looked up again when Grimmjow returned, this time dumping an unconsious Renji onto the platform.

"Had to rough him up a bit to get him to cooperate." Explained the espada. "He'll be okay."

"Hey Grimmjow." Ichigo rose to his feet and approached the arrancar. "Thanks for all your help. How about you take a break, and I'll go fetch Chad."

"Chheh!" Grimmjow sneered and turned his head. "Yeah right, I can do this twenty times faster. Just stay out of my way."

"Are you trying to make this a competition?!" Replied Ichigo, he was taken back by the arrancar's response.

"Maybe I am." Grimmjow kicked some sand off the stone slab and back into the surrounding litter box. "But I'll make it to Chad before you do." And with a burst of spirit power he was gone.

Ichigo wasted no time, following with his own perfected shun-po. Uryu just shook his head at the immaturity of the rivals, and decided to try waking up Renji. Nel had wandered off somewhere and as long as she wasn't making a nuisance out of herself, he was fine with that.

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"I'm surprised you beat Ulquiorra so easily." Mocked Aizen. He had been casually fighting with the rogue arrancar for some time now. Neither were using their full force, they were only testing the other's abilities.

Arturo, spit blood at Aizen's face when they locked blades. The ex-captain, made a face and only forced his sword harder against Arturo's energy blades. "Your little espada were a joke. Running over themselves in any attempt to flee, and the only ones that held any loyalty to you... Well I crushed them like wretched insects, and then I ate them!" Arturo finished his sentence with a sadistic laugh.

"The calvary is disposable." Clarified Aizen.

"Yeah you just keep telling yourself that." Arturo leapt into the air and away from Aizen. When they had started the battle, Aizen had attempted to release his sword, but the ageless arrancar recognized it right away. In an effort to prevent himself from falling under the ex-captain's sword spell, he gouged out his own eyes. He knew his only chance was to completely blind himself before his mind was taken over. The now, eyeless arrancar used his own pulsing spirit energy to see.

Arturo let out constant waves of reiatsu. The waves would crash over everything in the room and the residual energy would return. Using his keen senses and incredible intellect, Atruro used the energy to create an effective mental map of the room and to also detect Aizen's movement's and where abouts. Complete blindness was no stranger to the rogue. In the central 46, his prison had been a room without walls, doors, windows or floor. It had been a black realm of space trapped between time and physical reality. And there had been nothing to see there, not even himself. He had learned to use his other senses to convince himself that he was still alive and very much in existence. Often resorting to biting himself, just so he could taste something, even if it was his own blood.

The eyeless arrancar was now proving to be more than a match for Aizen. And as the two clashed, it was very easy to see that even without sight, Arturo's powers were only increasing.

The two adversaries continued their fight, knocking down the very wall of Las Noches, until the area around them was nothing more then a playground of rubble. In an attempt to upset the balance in power, Aizen withdrew the damaged Hogyoku, He never had the chance to use Orihime's power to restore it. It was crazy to try and use it now, but the ex-captain was desperate for the boost in power.

"Fight me like a real man, Soul Reaper!" Arturo used sonido, and appeared right in Aizen's face. Using an insane amount of spirit pressure, he enclosed Aizen's hand and the Hogyoku within his own hands. For a moment he just stared at Aizen's shocked face with his gaping eye sockets. The arrancar's blood pouring out of them like rivers of red tears, and the hollow holes boring into the reaper's vision. Then an intense boiling spread through Aizen's fingers. It started in the back of his palm then radiated to his finger tips and up his arm.

The ex-captain used all his will power to tear his eyes away from Arturo's face only to stare down at what the Arrancar was doing to his hand. And it was horrifying. Arturo's blood had seeped from his hand and was now slipping into Aizen's flesh. The blood was bubbling and fizzing wildly as it crawled over him. Upon closer inspection he realized that every tiny little bubble and boil of blood had sharp white teeth.

Thousands of bubbles crawled through the blood, traveling with it. Each bubble was a mouth, a dreadful little mouth filled with gnashing teeth the size of tiny sand grains. And they were slipping into the reaper's skin and eating him from the inside out. And they didn't stop there, right before his eyes, he watched the blood disintegrate and devour the Hogyoku until there was nothing in his fingers except for a puddle.

Aizen let out an uncharacteristic scream, and brought his sword up. Aturo showed no sign of backing off, and only let the blood flow out of his body faster. Even when the blade cut the air between them, he refused to back off.

The room filled with the sound of steel cleaving through flesh, and seconds later it was followed by the sound of Aizen's left arm hitting the stone floor below them. The sound almost echoed.

Arturo just grinned, a maniacal smile that covered his face from ear to ear. He looked absolutely satanic grinning in that way with no eyes. He knew what Aizen was looking at. The reaper had severed his own arm off in an attempt to keep the vile blood from infecting the rest of his body. and now he was watching his own arm be consumed bit by tiny bit, in some twisted fast forward motion.

"And now..." Whispered Arturo sadistically. As if speaking into the ear of a lover. "You'll see me put an end to all this...fun."

The last thing Aizen heard was the deafening high pitch laughter.

The last thing he felt, was true pain.

The last thing he smelled was the sour stench of rotting flesh, that laced Arturo's breath.

The last thing he tasted was his own blood, dripping out of his mouth.

And the last thing he saw, was the devilish arrancar morphing his body into something Aizen could only imagine. The creature before him spilled blood from it's eye sockets freely, and its lips shriveled and peeled back revealing row after row of sharp animalistic teeth. And it's body became consumed in it's own blood, until it's flesh was eaten away and peeled back revealing long ebony bones. It's skeletal structure barely resembling a man now. And the fiery spirit energy that had once appeared as wings on the arrancar's back, were now pooled around this creatures feet, obscuring them from vision. It made Arturo look as if he were hovering over the ground. This was the rouge arrancar's released form and it looked like the incarnation of death itself.

"Despedirse de alguien" His words followed Sosuke Aizen's demise.

That's the end of Aizen. Tell me if that was a fitting demise for the sonofabeech. your humble author, Saij Spellhart. New art on Deviant Art. Just ask.