"Who is he?" Orihime asked Urahara. "Why is he standing in this tomb alone? Is this his body?" She looked over the casket from a distance, pity in her eyes.

"His name is Wyatt." Urahara looked at the man, eyeing the chains that held him. "Only he can tell us why he's here, in a child's tomb."

"So tell us then." You demanded. Ever since you stepped into the mausoleum you felt a sense of nostalgia, it was frustrating. "What have you done?"

"Long ago there was a family of two, a queen and her only daughter." Wyatt started. "The queen was close to her child in their early years of life. She would be sure to make time for her child, teaching her the wonder of the world that was destined to become hers. They're relationship was beautiful until the princess grew older. She started to ignore her duties as the family heir and barely made time for her mother, in order to explore a life outside the castle where she found love. In a desperate attempt to rekindle the bond, the queen ordered the guards to keep her child within their home, but it didn't work. Time and time again, the princess would escape to meet up with her lover and eventually she was pregnant. The queen was furious, demanding that the head of the secret lover be brought to her. The princess was heartbroken, swearing to never love her mother again and refusing the throne." As he told the story, his chains glowed a dark blue and began to break apart.

"For a while the queen was stressed over what she'd do to earn her daughters love, but soon moved on, realizing she could get what she craved from her grandchild. So she waited patiently for the child to arrive, filling the rooms with many gifts. She was happy the day her grandchild was born, but soon those feelings turned into anger and disgust. The child wasn't just a demon, but a shinigami as well. For years she tried to love her grandchild but decided she didn't want a half breed on the throne. She ordered me to kill the child and I began to follow my orders, but the princess was warned ahead of time. She fled to the mortal world and taught her child how to control their powers, but in the end, it was useless. I found them and carried out the order, killing the grandchild. As punishment, the princess bound me here with a spell and changed my features so that no one would willingly set me free."

"How could you?" Ichigo questioned him, his fist tightening around his drawn zanpakutō. "You killed a child with no hesitation, just to please your queen."

"They were going to be powerful with abilities from both sides and half breeds tend to build bridges that aren't meant to be. It would've caused mayhem." Wyatt argued, a smile growing as his face changed from the lifting curse. "I'll see to it that they die here again, but this time will be the last." He swore.