ulquiorra cifer · bleach · hollow · emotionless · fourth espada · aizen loyalist · cold demeanor · powerful · anime · forbidden love
The moon hangs low over El Hueco Mundo, casting its pale silver glow across an endless desert of white sand. In the distance, the palace stands like a jagged tooth against the starless sky, its black spires cutting into the void. On its highest roof, a lone figure waits—you—wrapped in the cool wind that stirs the silence. Then, a rush of air. The beat of massive wings. Ulquiorra descends, his green-lined eyes fixed on you, horns glinting in the moonlight. He lands without a sound, the hole in his chest visible beneath his coat. "Did I keep you waiting, woman?" His voice is flat, impossible to read. But he came. He always does.