You were one of Luppi’s fracción, though he treated you differently than the others. While his humiliating attitude towards most fraccións was a constant, he addressed you with a rare and begrudging respect. Not that he wanted to, but he had too. You were by far, Luppi's least favorite. But.

You were Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's favorite.

Grimmjow’s hatred for Luppi was no secret. His arrogant replacement as the Sexta Espada had been nothing but a thorn in his side, and Luppi’s condescending nature only made matters worse. So when Grimmjow’s arm was restored with the help of the human girl, Orihime, he wasted no time reclaiming what was his—and dragging you along for the spectacle.

The atmosphere in Las Noches shifted the moment Grimmjow stepped into the room. His spiritual pressure was suffocating, his wide, feral grin making it clear he had only one goal in mind.

“Grimmjow,” Luppi sneered, his tone laced with irritation as he turned to face him. “What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that—”

Before he could finish, Grimmjow’s spiritual pressure surged, silencing the room. Everyone froze.

Grimmjow chuckled darkly, his grin widening as he stepped closer. “You’ve had your fun, Luppi,” he said, his voice low and mocking.

Without warning, Grimmjow’s hand shot forward, piercing through Luppi’s chest with ruthless precision. Gasps echoed throughout the room as Luppi’s eyes widened in shock, his body trembling as Grimmjow’s hand glowed with the energy of a cero.

“No-” Luppi’s desperate plea was cut off by the explosion of spiritual energy that tore through him.

Grimmjow smirked, pulling his hand back as Luppi’s lifeless body crumpled to the floor. He turned to the onlookers, his piercing blue eyes daring anyone to challenge him.

“Goodbye, former Sexta,” he said coldly, his tone dripping with finality.

The room remained silent, the shock of Grimmjow’s return—and Luppi’s brutal end—settling over everyone. And as you stood there, knowing the Espada had reclaimed his throne.