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The fortess and former base of operations for Sousuke Aizen, his subordinates, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tousen and his army of Arrancar, including the ten Espada. Collosal in scale with a domed center building with six towers protruding from the top in a circular pattern. Now that Aizen has been defeated Hallibel, being one of the few remaining Espada, has taken over the fortress in favor of Ikkimaru. She is the contact that Soul Society has to Hueco Mundo and poses as a sort of "Queen" of Hueco Mundo. With Barragan dead and Stark indifferent there were few who would challenge her for the title.

Silently, atop one of the several massive pillars extending up into the sky around Las Noches, Stark lay on his back, legs crossed with his arms supporting his head against the stone pillar. His rest was ever so peaceful, especially knowing that Hallibel was nearby. Then something piqued his interest. He sat up with a jolt and his eyebrow cocked slightly as he looked off into the distance. "I see you..." he said quietly as he could barely sense Ulquiorra relatively far off in the distance. With a smirk he pointed a finger in the former Fouth Espada's direction as if pointing a gun directly for him. "Pow..." He said in a whisper. The "kick" from his "gun" was enough to knock him back onto his back. He didn't hate Ulquiorra, but he was curious to know why the guy had just vanished like he had. It was interesting, knowing that the pale faced Arrancar had finally returned. He wasn't about to go after him. If Ulquiorra wanted to start something Stark was there, but for now he wouldn't do anything. Ulquiorra had the right to do whatever he wanted to so long as it didn't bother Stark, and these days that was rather hard to do. While Stark only had one true companion in this desert, he also had the Shinigami. Only a handfull of them could stand to be around him, but those who could were all right in his book. He was actually rather glad that Aizen was defeated. If he weren't Stark shuddered to think what would happen had they actually gone to war with the other Captains. He would likely have had to fight against the stronger Captains, and it turned out that they were pretty cool guys. He'd much rather be friends with them despite his hollow heritage. And it was these friends that made his life not so lonely anymore...

It was a quiet day in Hueco Mundo. Grimmjow, now donning new clothing, gazed around from atop a pillar. Not much activity here now. Hueco Mundo no longer felt like a home, more like a prison. No more did the large building bustle with hollows of all shapes, class and sizes. No more was Aizen's old throne occupied. At times when he became...'sentimental', he would visit the old places he knew, and just listen. There was no more 'king' to overthrow, no ways of achieving more power. Life now just seemed...boring.

With a sigh, the blue haired Arrancar ran a hand through his hair, and turned his attention to the nearby form of Stark, the ex-Primera Espada.
50 years had passed since they were in a league of their own. Hard to believe considering how the memory of 14th Squad's uprising was in his mind, how quickly they had come and decimated the armies of Aizen, then turning their sights on the realm of the Shinigami's. His form shimmered as he used sonido to travel next to the Primera, who was lying on his back. Stark hadn't suffered much during the switch from Aizen to the new leader of the Shinigami. He, however, wasn't so lucky.

Greed can be seen as a weakness in their eyes, whilst in his it was his very essence. Stark was Loneliness, Hallibel was Sacrifice, and he was Greed. All aspects of death, but could be countered. Friends for the lonely, strong friends so she wouldn't have to Sacrifice herself. For Greed? Satisfaction. Ichigo's mask had greatly satisfied him, increasing his power to level with even Stark's. He'd been satisfied at the time to be part of the Hueco Mundo Task Force for the Shinigami at the time. But he would never have enough. Not until he was recognised as 'King'.

"Hey, Lazy Bones. Hows life treatin' you at the moment?" He asked, sitting down next to Stark, legs dangling over the edge of the pillar. Stark seemed to take things as they came, never really bothering to intervene in anything unless it affected him.

Stark yawned for a moment as Grimmjow addressed him. He didn't answer to the comment about him being "lazy bones." He was content enough just to have someone there talking to him. Where was Hallibel at the moment anyway? It didn't matter. He had Grimmjow to keep him company. It was then that something unexpected happened. Ulquiorra showed up in living color. This was when Stark decided to sit up. While Grimmjow was somewhat of an ally still Ulquiorra did his own thing, and if that was attacking them then Stark would have to be ready. He was fine as he was now that he had sat up. "What brings you here, Schiffer?" Stark said plainly. He didn't really like referring to the other Espada by their former numbers. Aizen was long dead and the ties that bound them were dissolved. All that remained were relationships that had been built before Aizen's death. It wasn't that Stark never got along with Ulquiorra, it was just that their personalities clashed rather often. Indifference and laziness were two very different things, and it showed any time Ulquiorra was nearby. "You know, being allied with the Shinigami isn't so bad. They don't force us to fight for them if we don't want to, and as long as we don't wage war on them we don't have to fight them. I think that this truly is freedom." Stark's smile grew as he spoke. It was really nice being able to just hang around all day and not worry about "Aizen-sama" asking him to do something. He was his own man now, and as long as he had companions to keep him company he'd remain lazy and happy.

"You're wrong. Aizen hardly gave me power. He gave me the ability to control my power by sealing it in a sword, and even still weaker souls crumble by being in my mere presence." Stark replied rather stoically. In his opinion the only thing Aizen did for him was bring him closer to the other strong hollows. "And make no mistake, Aizen was no God. He was stuck by his own sword by those who have surpassed him. No. There is no God, there is only he who will surpass the next, and Ikkimaru is the most agreeable man I've ever known. He gives me true choice. Aizen gave orders where Ikkimaru gives suggestions. I've already ignored him a dozen times and he thinks nothing of it." With a happy yawn and stretch Stark lay back down, unthreatened by Ulquiorra's presence now. He was just full of hot air and misconceptions. A man like that would stand no chance against Stark now. Ever since reabsorbing Lilynette he'd become much stronger than when he was just the Primera. He wondered if Yammy would even really compare.

"Aww. What a joyous reunion. The three betrayers. All in unison. Well, it's obvious there's no remaining faith. I've wasted my time coming here." He stated to himself aloud, turning around. "Good-bye Toys of the Shinigami. Aizen would of been so sad." He shook his head, and then pointed to her chest, turning back for a moment. "Remember that you, will always be the Tercera. It will always imprinted upon you. Tia." Looking at them all once more, he held out his hand. "I am Ulquiorra Schifer. A arrancar hollow, and the last of my kind..." He then walked off to the ledge, then fell, sonidoing to the bottom. He did not intend on leaving.

The fact she would dare place that disgusting diamond over the area where the three originally was enough to make Ulquiorra angry. He sonidoed mid-air, spinning his body, and a green cero began to form at his fingertip. "If you're what you are. Then you'll gladly strike an enemy of the Seireitei down. After all, I mean nothing to you. We never were family." He then fired the cero in the direction of the three, more specifically to her. "Maybe he meant nothing to you... but he... made me real... I can feel now... And the last 50 years, you weren't the only ones training."

"Ahh, but in numbers, comes stupidity. I can take all three of you." He smiled, unsheathing his zanpakuto. "Come now, we can have fun with this." He smirked, Ulquiorra had a plan indeed. Though there was three, they each had abilities he knew all about. They did not know about his Segunda Etapa. He would use them against one another.