“This is not what I meant, Aizen — you were obviously not listening.” A snort, but he was annoyed, because later asked the other him AGAIN what he actually wanted from him, when they still had been in Muken, he had already showed him those chains. Does the man lost his mind at last? “I wasn’t talkin’ at all ‘bout yer death, only stating facts and one of ‘em was that you aren’t at the top ‘ere, no one really is and if you want out, ya’ still need me.” He grinned at that, FOR ONCE he was in power and no more the other, he should have made him suffer even more.
“So this thing gave you Hollow powers, eh?” These were hollow eyes in his opinion, the ones only those carry who are truly strong, on a level he might never reaches. Grimmjow grimaced for a moment when the other came closer, he kept sitting though ; a sigh leaving his lips. “What a pain, those.” And once again he showed the chains tied to his body, also around his neck when he tugged with his hand upon it. “I wanna be completely free, even if it means no more being immortal, rather I die at some point than spent any more time at this place. — I will help you to become god, if it means you will remove those.”
NOSTRILS FLARED IN THE leaden shallowness of their dark, as though indignant was the lion at the thought of getting misconceived for a sheep, of his discernment of the pyramid seeing himself as anywhere lower than the top. he took several breaths, although when he found himself incapable of really breathing, aizen sosuke calmed down ― smothering the savage glint of vengeance in his abysmal pupils for another day, another carnage. he pushed aside, with miraculous delicacy, the prospect of jumping at grimmjow’s throat & forging a purge of blood and sordid laughter right there where it was most deserved; instead his teeth were gritted, his powers held back in but a glare forcefully sharp.
❛ is that so ? your previous talks were rather grand in spite of your degrading condition. ❜ cruel the line that bent his tiers of a renewed radius, giving them altogether a light the fumes of hell seemed to have dispersed. and cruel his hand as it outstretched in the matter of an instant, snatching the chain around grimmjow’s neck to tug him closer ― so that he could make him stand up and speak to him eye to eye, breath to breath. agape his eyes, and a ferocious light was injected in them, now more than ever aizen was not inclined to jest. ❛ a favour for a favour. but remember, grimmjow, ❜ he growled, ❛ you’re not the only man who will step over anything to get what he wants. watch out you do not become the man who gets stepped upon. ❜
DEEPLY WEARY HE SAT down, aizen, after pronouncing these words. the hogyoku consumed his energy, and hell fed on the souls of the non-damned like an hungry hound. ❛ is there anything to eat here ? ❜ he asked, eyes closed.
