Soul Society As beautiful as ever. The Soul Society, and its capital, the Seireitei was in a good state, and had been in one for quite some time. These were peaceful times, despite the usual occurences by the Hollows both in the outer Rukongai and in the World of the Living. The Gotei 13 was occupied with objectives that respectfully represented each and every division. The Captain Commander, Renzo Bayroad was in his office, shuffling through a stack of reports from unusual sightings. Sightings of Hollows that were slayed, but not by a Shinigami, and the cuts on their bodies was from a blade, one quite similar to a Zanpakutō. Despite the duties of a Shinigami in the World of the Living, some of the abominations from Hueco Mundo were slayed before their arrival. This was odd and unusual, and rumors had spread throughout the Seireitei. However, whoever it was that was going about taking care of the Hollows the Shinigami couldn't get in time for, was only helping the cause the Shinigami stands for. Even so, these were matters that could and would be investigated upon. Still, nothing dire was happening at the moment, and the Shinigami within the Seireitei and out and about in Rukongai were doing what they always did; their duties. It had been clearly noted that the activity of the Hollows had also decreased, even if it was ever so slightly. The days in the World of the Living, and even in Soul Society were filled with the endless blue skies, and the sun to shine its warmth down upon the souls in Soul Society, and obviously the humans in the World of the Living. Hueco Mundo The desolate wasteland, the darkened sky, the unique moon that was always there, never to be replaced by the sun. In Las Noches, in the throne room, there was a man, clad in nothing but a black cloak, and a silver demon mask covering his face. Standing by the wall, next to a wide but open window, giving him the perfect view. His hands were clasped together behind his back. His eyes were squinted. The man was focused and concentrated. 'Soon, we shall set you free..' A simple goal was plastered on his mind. Something he had to do. Reach her, reach the one who made it possible for him to stand where he was. It was not often one could see Vaham, the leader of the Espada in such a thoughtful state. Thinking about her always brought this unique side out, but thanks to his mask, it was easily hidden. There was no reason to show it to anyone else. The Arrancar he had gathered around him were to help him gather what was neccessary, and none of them knew that they were being used, just like how the Shinigami will be used. Vaham turned to his side, his eyes gazing at the big wide door. Any minute now, the Espada would gather, and he would share his plan. It is time to show the Shinigami exactly how capable the Espada under him are. Show them the power they harbor within themselves. Approaching the throne chair, he took a seat. Las Noches was their base of operations, even if some of it was also in ruins, just like everything else around Hueco Mundo.