I don’t know you. My poems weren’t as bad as that. If you have a problem with me, I’d like to know what that problem is.”“I don’t have a p...oblem with you,” said Preston, “but I do have a problem with your lack of understanding of what poetry really is. I don’t have a problem with you personally. On the contrary, I think you’re one of the finest slam poets I’ve ever seen. You have a gift, a very fine gift that you’ll lose if you’re not careful.”“You’ve seen me perform before?”“I’ve seen you. . We were handling some of her private training. This is a service I offer to students who crave it, you see."He picked Yachiru up off his shoulder again and, shockingly, thrust her into Nelliel's arms, forcing the cutie-pie to hold a gal almost young enough to be her own daughter... He lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, before explaining. "Better the devil you know, I always say," he said with a smile. "There's lots of dangerous men in Soul Society, men who'd take an opportunity like the. And then into fire.My concubines roasted with me, clinging to my body, willingly suffering the same torment that I did. They were chained to me. My cherry trees. Their love and loyalty gave me solace as we burned in Lucifer's fire.I held them tight.Brandon Fitzsimmons – The AbyssThe fire died.My torment ended.Hell had changed.I knew in an instant what had happened. Lucifer had been defeated by Mark. The great Prince of Hell had lost all his powers. I was free.Bitter gall tickled my throat. I. If asked, he could recite the name of every one of them.A glance at the antique clock on the wall told him that it was almost time for Starfleet’s daily delivery of his schedule for the morning. For some reason, they were being hand delivered each night. Someone’s idea of keeping him on a short least he supposed. Still, if nothing else, it gave him a chance to meet some of the new blood in Starfleet that he might otherwise never encounter. He had to smile as he remembered how some of the newly.