[Elektra]

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"What is this place?"
There was darkness - not just the kind one could open their eyes and adjust to, but the kind in which you could run as far as you wanted, but never escape.  "This isn't Hueco Mundo.  No, this place.  This really isn't any place at all..."  The young man simply stood in his place, unsure of what to do or where to go.  The last thing he remembered was slowly fading, and a strange orange-haired woman reaching her hand out to grab his own...

[Elektra]

For hours after he remembered the basics about himself, he simply wandered around, not sure of his current situation. The hours seemed to turn to days, the days to weeks, and the weeks to months. And all he could do was continue on, and hope that there wasn't any change in the seemingly nonexistent terrain. He stopped occasionally to think about what he was doing, to wonder if there was any point. And every time, he just found himself more and more frustrated. It was pathetic, his current state of confusion, his inability to get out of 'here'. That, perhaps, was one of the most annoying parts, because he really didn't even know where 'here' was...

[Elektra]

And so it continued, walking on and on, unsure of what was going on around him. After a while, he began to get bored, and this boredom spurred something that had been bothering him since he regained conciosness. If he was correct, not only would it be a way to pass time, but as a way to determine his current state. Looking ahead, he concentrated, and by odd habit, whispered, "Cero." A pale teal ray of light shot from his hands and out into the distance beforeit faded away due to lack of target. That was one down, on to check of his mental list. Sighing, he lowered his hands, and with oh-so-slight relief, felt his sword. Without hesitation, he gripped the hilt, pulled it out and into a redied position in one fluid motion.

[Elektra]

"Murcialgo." he said in a low tone.  He went from a frown to a more neutral expression as his appearence changed ever so slightly, and his power skyrocketed.  One last thing then...  He whipped around, focusing his spiritual pressure for just a moment, allowing it to build up, and then he released it, feeling the sudden flow of power that had been fully released from within him.   "Resureccion; Segund Etapa." he muttered, wondering why in hell he had picked up such an odd habit of voicing his different states and powers...  It was annoying, to say the least, that he had started doing that, but he relaxed slightly as the over-dense rain of teal reishii fell down on to nothingness.  How he almost, just almost, wished for someone to be there, to see them fall on there knees as his True Despair laid itself down upon them.  Yet it was not to be; he was still alone, and once again frustrated.  As he stepped out of the shower of reishii, he knew he had undergone the transformation fully; his hollow hold bleeding, wings extended, and talons fully grown and sharp.  His second relase stage - he was the sole Espada that could pull that off.  He was Ulquiorra Cifer, Espada Numero Cuatro.

And he was stuck~

[Elektra]

No matter how far he walked, there was never any change around him. Eventually he shifted back to his original form, not wanting to use any extra enery that he still had after his personal show. That had, however, confirmed he was still alive, for he could not have used those powers and traits unless he was alive and the spiritual pressure to do so. The amount oftime he spent walking around eventually lost meaning, and there were times during which the lack of sounds and fellow presences almost got to him. Every time this happened, however, he had to rely on those damn fragments of his past, the times he had gone through before. It was unlcear to the Espada why these memories, as the humans had called them, had the power to pull him back to sanity, for he was the Espada who represented on of the more common forms of death: emptyness. So, why did those memories help him, why did they hold any meaning?

[Elektra]

Hueco Mundo, it was the place he had originally been formed, and he remembered it ever so clearly. It was during a sandstorm that he was 'born', from the millions of soul fragments that had originally made him up. He had dominated each and every one of them, crushed them, until he was the sole being in control. Soon after, he started to hunger for more and more souls. Slowly he made his way up, devouring numerous hollows. He became an adjuches, attrackting attention everywhere he wandered. It had surprised him, to say the least, but he supposed that he was not the only one among the millions of hollows that hungered for more power, and those who were already powerful, they would naturally seek out those who had power as well. After all, was there any better way to go around attaining power at that point? Such a question was always on his mind, but he never really bothered to seek out an answer, fearing what it might lead him to realize.

[Elektra]

Even though he continued to grow in strength, he never did conquer that empty feeling that hid winthin him.  Soon, he began to lose feelings as he continued, and never realized what was happening.  It took years of wandering and devouring to gain the power he knew was needed to move up in their primitive ranks.  By that time, however, Halibel and Barragan had both moved on, and been transformed by Aizen.  And he was still stuck, confused with this inability to gain power as they both had.

[Elektra]

When he first encountered the newly transformed Halibel, the mere feeling of her spiritual pressure stirred something within him that he though was counqured long ago.  That feeling that he was still to week, that he could still have more.  He awans't sure of what exactly this meant, but it almost pained him.  Enraged, he had launched himself at her, only to be thrown backwards with a small flick of her wrist.  He would have died had she actually tried to kill him; he was sure of it.  One of the first things he had done after retreating was to head toward one of the most populated places; there he devoured the thousands of hollows that milled around the are, craving the power that came from each of them.  He fought the final few until they gave themselves up, and when the last one, the alpha, feel and was devoured, Ulquiorra fell to the ground, overcome with new power.  Though he knew what was happening as he looked back on the event, at the time he was simply focused on bearing the pain, not that he was advancing to the final phase a mere hollow could attain.  In the end, though, he blacked out, unable to withstand the surges pain mixed with power.

[Elektra]

Content with his  new form, Ulquiorra made his way toward Las Noches.  He got to the outskirts of the great palace, only to be stopped by Barragan himself.  Even with his newly found power, he was only able to drag their fight out longer.  To his dismay, it gave him no real advantage in the end.  This time, however, there was a man standing there.  He introduced himself as Aizen, and got straight to the point.  He offered him power that was, without his help, unobtainable.  This offer had intriqued him, to say the least.  So he agreed, and found himself living there.

[Elektra]

The next few days had passed quickly, but he had come to understand what the bigger goal was.  Halibel was the on who explained everything to him, and the two formed a grudging friendship of sorts.  What he looked back on and realized was a mistake was not having allied himself with the female Espada.  She was power, and much wiser then the others.  Her ability to analyze was almost on par with his own, and her power.  The power she had was the biggest reason they got along.  Because those with power would be around longer, and they would be able to watch his back.

[Elektra]

Finally that time came for Aizen to fullfill his part of the offer.  He summoned Ulquiorra to his grand chambers, where Tozen and Gin sat beside him on either side.  They had emotionless faces, as did Aizen.  The man approached Ulquiorra, and in his hand was a small glowing cube shaped pendant.  He didn't move, but the object began to glow, and something sparked inside him.  It grew, and became painful.  He remembered slowly falling to his knees, howling in pain.  There was a cracking sound that echoed to through the hall, and then it was silent.

[Elektra]

He struggled to get up, but felt a firm grip on his arm, supporting him.  Aizen had Sonido'd over to him immediately, helping him up.  "Welcome to the ranks of the Espada, Numero Cuatro." he said in a kind voice.  But Ulquiorra knew that behind that facade was nothing but an evil, poewr-seeking man.  However, he played his cards right, and begrudgingly accepted Aizen's help.  Gin had his smile back on his face again, and made his way down with a body-length mirror that had seemingly materialized out of no where.  He brought it up to Ulquiorra, and the newly-made Espada looked himself over in astonishment.

[Elektra]

He had changed once again, this time losing the fullbody armor that he had originally, the only remanants of his once hollow state being his half mask on the side of his head.  His hollow hole was in the middle of his neck, standing out proudly.  He was bare, pale white skin showing.  But what really struck him were his facial features.  His eyes were narrow, a deep, beautiful teal color, with short teal teardrop stains running down his cheeks.  He wanted to brush them away, but knew they were there to stay.  "It seems that his transformation was successful, Lord Aizen." he heard Tousen comment behind him.  "Yes, yes it was." Aizen replied, a smile on his face.  "Ulquiorra-kun, please leave us, there is still much to discuss.  I will summon you when I am in need of you again.  Until then, you should learn more about your new form and its powers."

[Elektra]

When he first released his Zanpakuto, he wasn't quite sure what happened.  He found himself in a dark cavern with a river coursing through it.  He followed it to the end, he found Murcialgo sitting, or rather, hovering, about the water of a small lake of water.  They met eyes once, and were linked instantly.  He hated to admit it, but without Murcialgo, Ulquiorra would've most likely gone insane.

[Elektra]

Ever since that meeting, however, he had never ventured back into that place, nor had his Zanpakuto ever bothered to call out to him again.  Finally, Ulquiorra was ripped out of his past.  Perhaps it was just luck, or perhaps Murcialgo heard his thoughts, but the Espada found himself face to face with a bat-like gentleman in front of him.  His wings were folded behind him curtly, he had one a dark, casual kimono, and a smile on his face.  That had always puzzled Ulquiorra, as to how he and his sword possessed such different traits.  They had always worked well together, but when Ulquiorra went to converse with him, they could never really talk.  It was simply to noticeable, how different they were from each other.  That was probably the main reason why it was odd to see Murcialgo again.