Slowly strolling around his throne room his hands tucked behind him, Aizen recited his riddle aloud. The acoustic in the room made his tone and the riddle sound eerie and threatening.
“This is not a piece of pretty lace. Where rain and dewdrops fall; and find their place.
I made this silver veil as light as breath -- To be an instrument of death.”
At his last word Aizen had paused from walking a few steps from him a darkened corner and within that corner a hollow spider. His web glistened with the fine thin threads of death.
“An instrument of death,” Aizen spoke softly as he raised his hand touching the web.
The hollow spider came forward to see what was trapped in his web as Aizen tangled his fingers within it trapping the spider himself in the tangled mess he now held in his palm. Aizen looking at the spider, smirked and crushed him in his hand.
“A spider web; a fine device for trapping and killing, however, if you build it only to survive; your defenses are weak.”
Just then, a folded piece of paper fell to Aizen’s feet. He bent over picking it up, opened it and read. A sly grin spread across his face.
“I will have you by my side soon Kyoka Suigetsu. Along with the hougyoku as well.” He wadded the paper tossing it to the floor and walked from the room.
Continued to: Gods or Demons?
((I wanted to make this much longer, but my break is only so long and I kept getting interrupted. I hope it will pass.))
