The Exequias Captain was bored, alone, and cold. It was always cold in the desert that had never known a sun. It was always night time here. Day, night, midnight, noon, none of it mattered here. Time was eternal, but life was not. You either rose to power, or you died trying. Some fell down a level before they ever rose up. It was amusing in a way, and in a way it was terribly terribly sad. But oh well, that was life for you. You had your ups and your downs. Valintine’s life was filled with ups. But he only saw the downs. He wanted to die. Every night he would walk the sands of Hueco Mundo and look to the moon. It was what he did when he was an Adjucha. The Biohazard of this world wishing for death. It was comical in a dark and cliché way. Valintine hated that most about his life. It was terribly terribly cliché.
So as all nights went, Valintine walked the sands of Hueco Mundo aimlessly. He didn’t like being inside Las Noches. It was just a waste of his time. No Shinigami ever brought the fight to them. Except for that Ichigo fellow, but that was ages and ages ago. Now-a-days Hueco Mundo was quiet. The occasional fight between Hollows now and then, but it was essential to building power. You ate to survive. You fed on those below and above you. If you couldn’t, you died. Simple as that. Valintine understood this, and he embraced this. No, he didn’t partake in eating Hollows anymore. He was locked into a position of relative power. He was stronger than any Vasto Lorde or Adjucha. But there are still those above him. That was the funny thing about the world. You are never truly all powerful…just powerful enough.
So as all nights went, Valintine walked the sands of Hueco Mundo aimlessly. He didn’t like being inside Las Noches. It was just a waste of his time. No Shinigami ever brought the fight to them. Except for that Ichigo fellow, but that was ages and ages ago. Now-a-days Hueco Mundo was quiet. The occasional fight between Hollows now and then, but it was essential to building power. You ate to survive. You fed on those below and above you. If you couldn’t, you died. Simple as that. Valintine understood this, and he embraced this. No, he didn’t partake in eating Hollows anymore. He was locked into a position of relative power. He was stronger than any Vasto Lorde or Adjucha. But there are still those above him. That was the funny thing about the world. You are never truly all powerful…just powerful enough.