Of Knights and Demons || (Grimmjow x reader and Aizen x Reader)

Chapter 8

With baited breath you wait to see if he'll continue. There's a chance he won't, he often leaves you with more questions than answers and it wouldn't be all that unlikely for him to do so again. Grimmjow had always been hesitant to tell anything about himself or even the land he came from and this seemed so much more important than any of that. It was personal and while you wanted to know what he meant or who his family was you wouldn't push the matter if he didn't want to tell you, not that pushing would get you anywhere but still you understood why he might not want to share such things, you certainly didn't talk to many people about your own mother.

He's still looking towards the ceiling when he speaks again, "My mother was weak like you. She needed protection, she was pretty like you too." He scoffed with a small laugh before continuing, "Worked out for her about as well as it's worked out for you." He says letting his eyes flick to you for just a moment.

You keep your mouth shut, not even wanting to breathe too loud out of fear that he'll stop talking, you're a bit unsure of why you want him to continue but you desperately need to hear what he's going to say. "My father stole her from her family, she hated him, tried to kill him and then herself over and over again but my father wouldn't let her go, he wanted sons. He was a warlord, he needed sons." He pulls his eyes back up to the ceiling before continuing. "It's harder for our kind to reproduce, it's almost rare to have a child, but eventually it happened."

Grimmjow's voice almost sounds sad, or at least as sad as you've ever heard him. "She wasn't like you. She didn't care about other people, not even her own children. She wanted nothing to do with me, leaving me to my father to train and... Mold how he saw fit." He didn't go into much detail about his father but what he had said left you feeling uneasy, it was enough of an implication to make you shiver. You felt awful for him but he just kept talking.

"When I was eight she had my sister, she named her Seraphina. I hoped that my mother would love her, she wasn't a son, my father would have little interest in her and she wouldn't grow into the same kind of monster that hurt her. She should have loved her, but she didn't." You couldn't help but think of your own mother, she had died when you were young but she had adored you. You were always close and you couldn't imagine a mother hating her children, you can't help but wonder if you could have hated your children if you'd had them with Aizen. You hoped that you wouldn't have but how would you know.

"Our people congratulated my mother when she was born, they celebrated, drank and danced like it was something to be happy about. Like we weren't living proof of her imprisonment." You couldn't help but think of your own wedding, how awful you felt to see people celebrating while you were in agony. Grimmjow was one of few who hadn't seemed happy that day and while at the time you hadn't understood it you do now. You can't even begin to imagine the kind of memories that day had brought up.

"My father thought he had broken my mother down, thought she was done with all her attempts to run or end her own life, so he took me and a few men on a hunt. We were only gone a few days. Our camp was attacked while we were gone." He pauses for a long moment and you think he might be done talking but after a few moments he starts again.

"She left her there. Alone." He bites out, "A little girl less than three years old, she couldn't get out of our tent when it caught fire." Your eyes widen and you breathe in a shaky breath. "She ran, she didn't even try to find Sera, just left. My father found her a few days later, dead from the elements. He didn't care too much, he found another pretty girl and started all over like none of it happened."

Instantly you feel remorse, you had no way of knowing about any of this when you threaten to leave or throw yourself from the roof but you can't help but feel bad, you know your words must have brought back terrible memories. He's looking at you again, face completely unreadable.