Ika's throne was a simple one, a mound of bones and dust assembled by the less than fortunate Hollow's whom had tried to oppose him during his hostile takeover of Hueco Mundo. Sucks to be them, but that's not exactly the point we're shooting for here on this annoyingly sandy day in the deserts of Hueco Mundo. Ika sighed, taking a slight drag off the cigarette he had been fingering for the last hour in a half as he waited for those whom had followed him to Hueco Mundo to get situated. He had taken his children and a few other friends to take over the Espada whom were in shambles, to say the very least. It was a good idea and it had paid off in spades but now it was time to figure things out, and put together a plan to take over the Gotei. After-all, if his father wasn't just going to drop dead on his own, Ika would simply need to expedite the process for him...

As Ika was pondering this, he began to notice someone approaching him.. Who the fuck..