Aries Lebanin,
7th Espada
"Come now, the first act of your death is about to begin!!!"
Behind the closed door was the small moans of ectasy, mostly feminine in tone. It seems the resident of this tower was clocking in again, and depending on his mood, there could possibly be two or more occupants within the room at anytime. On the doorknob was a cowboy hat, but just for good measure, a sign dangled under it that said three words in plain english:
DO NOT DISTURB
Like most other guys, nothing ruins Aries' groove like having somebody open the door without knocking or at least announcing their presence without using a Cero to blow down the door. Doors are expensive, and Aries only has so much time to steal doors from the Human World. Especially since there was better, and alot prettier things to do than to pilfer a door from under a warehouses nose.
Inside the room, Aries was simply lying in his bed after a good hour or good of romping in the hay with two of his Fraccion, who were fast alseep on each side of him. One look at Aries and people have one question to ask: Are you a guy or a girl? With long, luxourious blond hair, that goes down to his shoulders, facial features that are more like a womans, and pretty blue eyes, it's hard not to ask if he was female. If they were women, they would find out that he was most definetly a guy by the end of the night.
His bed sheets going all the way to his midriff, Aries gazed at the ceiling, a smile of masculine satisfaction on his face, smug because of his virility. Unlike most of the other Espada, Aries rarely feels boredom due to the company he keeps. While others live for battle, battle only came second on his list of favorite things, after women and before music.
Frankly it's a shame that most of the other Espadas are bored when they could be entertaining themselves with other things besides bloodshed. Endless violence makes for a poor production.
Aries thought as he move carefully out of his bed without disturbing the ladies beside him. Putting on only pants, the Sepitma Espada went to the window, arms crossed over his chest, looking at the moonlight. Waiting for something to happen.
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