Ulquihime: ClosestUlquiorra lied motionless, bathing in his own blood. His vision was blurry, fading into darkness. He felt a numbing overcome his long, rail-thin body, driving his senses into madness. He let Hueco Mundo down, he let his creator and lord Aizen and the rest of the Espada Guard down. His duty to protect the Las Noches castle suddenly became all in vain. He failed. Life was something he no longer deserved to have. The Espada let death ravange him, letting himself turn to ash.
Suddenly, a sweet, floral perfume flew up his barely breathing nostrils. A blinding bright light made his pupils grow large. A beautiful, redheaded woman, cloaked in an all-white gown was holding him, letting his ruby blood spill onto her. An angel? No, it was the woman Aizen had kiddnapped to help them. He noticed tears flowing from her large grey eyes.
Ona..., he murmered weakly. She turned to him, a releived smile spreading across her round face. Behind her was a golden glow of light, perhaps the same a