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A page from Lieutenant Aizen’s diary.
Desire.
Y/N,
Everyone desires something in life.
A soul or human with no desire will have no purpose and cruise aimlessly through life. A rather pathetic existence if you ask me. Or maybe I find it pathetic because they become useless to me.
I have found that anyone with desires becomes easy to manipulate and use. The more they ache for those desires, the easier it is to pull on the strings and become their master puppeteer.
And so here I sit somewhat perplexed as I, once a master puppeteer, have become a puppet himself. I have become a Lieutenant today. Tomorrow I shall become a Captain. And the day after, a God to a new world. Those are my desires. The path I plan to follow with no foil. Yet all it took was one frail soul to grab hold of my strings and play with my heart.
Y/N, you do not understand the world. You are too naive and your heart is too pure. I wish to protect you from injustice and free you from this slavery. It pains me that I must leave you one day as I ascend to the heavens and bid you farewell. That day is approaching sooner than I expected. So I hope the next few years I have with you do not pass in haste.
My desires you ask? I desire for the floral essence of your favorite tea to linger on my lips for eternity.
S. Aizen