The trap of tenderness, the downfall of heroes.
Unfortunately, some people simply don't understand tenderness or appreciate charm.
While a naked woman can often dull a man's vigilance, Aizen was not one to lower his guard just because the woman before him was undressed.
His growing smile was not one of affection—it was the prelude to murder.
Undressing this woman, removing her inner armor—it was all to make it easier for him to ruthlessly pierce her heart with his iron-like hand.
"Puff!"
The sound of flesh being penetrated was cruel and chilling.
"Clang!"
The softness in Esdeath's beautiful eyes vanished completely, replaced by clarity and despair. Her gaze, full of confusion, pleading, helplessness, and venomous hatred, locked onto Aizen as her last lifeline faded.
A hidden dagger slipped from her sleeve and clattered to the ground.