Continued From: The Dead and the Gone
Szayel was tinkering around his lab when he felt the change in the reiatsu. The smile that spread across his face was shrewd, malevolent and down right, sinfully happy. He chuckled softly to himself. “He has come from hiding. Finally. Things are about to come alive.” He turned in his chair looking across the room at a figure that sat there quietly. “I do hope you can make things even more interesting.”
The figure nodded, “I was created for this. They won’t know what hit them.”
Szayel softly chuckled as his laugh grew louder and even louder. Soon it was a full on rolling, evil, laugh. “My Masterpiece will be the death of all the Soul Reaper trash!”
