The Demon King ( An Ulquihime fanfic)

Untitled Part 2

The night air was cold on his face as he flew around the night sky. Unlike every other night of searching, tonight he could just fly and forget about all that. He had finally found what he had been looking for, and now he had it he was not going to let it go for anyone or anything. He had his queen, the mother to be of his children in his castle. She was his. He refused anyone who questioned that or said anything otherwise. There were of course major problems with his plan though, and he knew there would be…but he had not actually thought about the impact of them until he was now facing them.

There was a battle racing towards him, currently on the horizon but getting closer with every day. If Szayel was anywhere near accurate with his facts and figures like he claimed to be, Ulquiorra had about a month to win the heart of his queen. Although, doing so would not be easy…although with Orihime it never had been. Every time there were complications…he had noted each one this time and had begun to work in order to avoid them. Today however could not have been avoided no matter how much he meddled. He had been working on this plan for a while now, working slowly towards having his queen in his grasp.

Sighing he turns around and begins to fly back towards his castle, to his queen. Behind him the sky began to brighten, a soft glow growing over the wasteland that has become his kingdom grounds. The grey sand and dead plants go on for miles and nothing remains of what once was there. Closing his eyes he remembered the grass that once surrounded his kingdom had gleamed in the sun, the flowers that bloomed were of a wide variety and filled the air with a fragrance unlike any other. The sky had been a bright blue and the sun would shine. In spring the land would be immersed in petals and blossoms of the various trees that has been planted.

The people of his kingdom had once been happy, filling the land with smiles and laughter, songs of joy. Now there was an eerie silence, covering the land like a blanket. The houses his people once lived in were abandoned and buried beneath the sand, those remaining served him in his castle.

As he landed on his balcony he looked up to see Nelliel waiting for him. Upon seeing him she bowed, one hand across her heart. He nods and changes back to his more humane form.

“I’ve noticed you’ve found her,” Nelliel says moving a strand of her teal hair out the way of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“That I have,” he replies “Nothing is to be said. I do not wish to hear your sarcastic remarks nor do I wish to hear your opinions about what I should have done. Take her breakfast and then give her an hour before escorting her to my quarters.”

“As you wish my Lord,” Nelliel replies. With that Ulquiorra walks to his wardrobe and opens it, pulling out some clean clothes and walking into his bathroom closing the door.

“I hope you know what you’re doing Ulquiorra,” Nelliel says with a sigh. “Otherwise, this could get messy.”

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She opened her eyes to discover unfamiliar surroundings which made her sit up in shock and panic. Once she began to wake up more and look around the room her memories came flooding back. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying so much and she still felt that drowsiness that accompanied the aftermath of tears. Looking down she found herself in a white nightgown that was loose enough to not cling to her curves and yet retain her dignity. She was lying in the king sized bed and the covers had been drawn over her in the night.

She held a hand to her chest scared and worried. Someone had moved her from the floor and changed her clothes. Shivering she hoped it was not one of those men who brought her to this room in the first place. The sound of footsteps caught her attention and her breathing hitched, sticking in her throat. The door to her room then opened and light from outside flooded her room. Pulling the quilt up and covering her chest she watched with wide scared eyes as a figure walked into the room.