Looking back I don't even know how it happened. No that's not true, the truth is I don't wanna remember. Why you may ask, well because it started after I found these two swords on the ground.
Yeah looking back, if I had known what I know now I would have left those two things alone. You're probably asking yourself what was I doing or why the hell I kept a pair of random sword that were conveniently on the ground.
The answer might surprise you; it's because I'm an idiot.
So with that said, let me tell you about when I realized how how much I had screwed up. It had been a long day at work, and thank God the next day would be saturday. Imagine waking up in a sea of blood, with fire raining down from the sky. In the distance the entire terrain seemed to shift from form to form.
Hell at one point I could swear that the place looked exact copy of the Dark Tower. So yeah I was terrified, so when I was about to panic I heard them.
''Would you look at here boys, the king has finally arrived.'' A voice said somehow sounding like a woman and a man at the same time.
''He doesn't look so tough'' said another.
So I looked around and you can guess what I saw nothing, that is until I looked up. You wanna know what I saw, no you don't wanna know what I saw at that moment, because you won't believe me.
Alright I'll tell you, but don't say I didnt warn you. Floating above me in a sky bathe in fire and blood where thousands of monsters, and their sight was looked onto me the only human.
Why didn't I run that day? simple there was no place to run. One by one the surrounded me, imagine creatures beyond your wildest nightmares, standing all around you, above in the sky, and below the ground.
So yeah I was screwed.
Those words are still fresh in my mind as the day they were said that day. ''Listen up king, congratulations on picking up two genuine zanpakuto. Unfortunately for you, the ones you picked up used to belong to a pair of Hollows.''
''Do you know what that means? It means; that if you want to keep that body of yours, you're going to have to defeat all One Million of us. O so you don't get any bright ideas the swords are now fused into your sole so you can't get rid of them.''
Imagine all those one Million monsters talking all at once, it just got worse from there.
It took me four years of nonstop fighting, countless near death experiences but I survived. But God dammit why the hell did things end up this way?
How the hell did I end up crossing dimensions? and end up becoming the supposed evil ruler of weco mundo? Oh yeah now I remember it happened when.
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It happened after I woke up, four years of nonstop fighting, four years of going to work during the day and fighting monsters at night. There were no scars left, no blood trails, no proof at all because I succeeded on beating them.
Every time I nearly lost a hole appeared on my chest, each time closer and closer to my hart, worst of all was the fact that the dam thing was real and wouldn't stop bleeding. So I was forced to go back in there, and fight so I could heal.
Four years, four years of my life lost caught in a fight for my soul, and I won. It should have ended there ….. but it didn't.
The first thing I remember was seeing snow, not how cold it was nor the fact that the swords were still in my hands, when they normally disappear when I woke up. Why didn't I question it? the truth is there was no reason to.
To me it was just another fight,... in away it was.
I stood there for ten maybe fifteen minutes enjoying the sight, before deciding to move. I immediately noticed I was wearing a long white trench coat, white sneakers, jeans, a dress shirt as well as an undershirt. All of them obviously white.
To be honest I didn't question it, but the first thing I did when I found civilisation was get some color was the plan anyway, but as you know no plan survives the first encounter.
Three maybe five hours, that's how long I walked, when I found a small village. It was unique, the houses were made of a mixture of wood and hay. While the walls surrounding it were made of ice and wood.
To small to be a city, not large enough to be called a town. However what caught my attention was that no one was out. It was daytime, so why weren't people getting things ready for the night.
So I decided to check it out, with any luke I was being paranoid and I could get a cup of hot chocolate. But when I got there the place was completely empty.
No babies crying, adults working or animals just beeing animals. It was a ghost town. A white carpet of snow, buildings made of wood, and food still fresh was all that remained.
Whoever lived there left in a hurry, and the was my cue to leave. To bad it started raining. It was then that I noticed it. My body wasn't reacting to the cold, the rain hit me but I didn't feel it, when the wind blew the sensation was there but not the feeling.
Still it would be bad if I stayed out in the rain for too long especially in that weather. With that in mind I made my way to the largest building as I recall it was a temple of some sort, but to whom they worshiped remains a mystery to me even today.
In all honesty anyone of the houses would have sufficed however if their were any people left the temple would be abius choice to go.
Ice covered the doors jamming them shut, at that time my strength was still unknown to me, so opening them was no problem. The inside was no more than a small room, an altar covered in candles, a woman with twelve arms was the object of worship, but that's all I knew.
Quite frankly I could care less, it was getting late and this dream would soon be over. So I made a small fire in the center of the room, which conveniently had a fireplace with some wood. Slowly but surely I closed my eyes and slept.
When I opened my eyes fire rained down from the sky, but as it got near the ground it became water the dead desollent chaotic landscape, now was a green field, that lead to a thick healthy forest. The sea of blood becad clean water with all sorts of creatures living in it.
This was wrong, the deal was go to sleep fight and wake up so why the hell was I here?
''Confused? well you should be king.'' said a voice that sounded like a thousand people talking at once.
''How did I get here? I should have woken up. Whats going on?'' I asked, no demanded. The wind blew and a woman with green hair stood in front of me, she was thin smooth skin and a kind smile.
''It's amazing how the world changes don't you think? King well make this quick because they're getting close. When a sole dies it either goes to Hueco mundo, or the Soul society. However you're not dead, nor are you a reaper or a Hollow. So what are you? She said while still smiling.
''What that does that have to do with anything, I'm me. So why haven't I gone home? I fought to keep my anger in check any time it took over I nearly died.
''That's the thing my husband, it has everything to do with you. As I said once before a sole travels to either realm, but you are neither dead nor a spirit so what's left? I just looked at her as she place her hands on my face seductively.
''Give up, your Human a living human that can never go to either realm. To much of an anomaly to be left unchecked, not good enuf for Heaven. Too good for hell, way too alive for the spirit realms. So what's left.''
''Give up, you're no longer in your world. Your body is covered in [Hiero] Iron making you highly resistant to all harm be it natural like the weather or from combat. Those cloths remark your alliance to the Hollows to which your powers com from, so no color change I'm afraid. But you're welcome to accessories.''
''Finally you have all our powers, but none of our weaknesses, meaning you can get stronger without having to eat sols. Oh before you go king, you never had any shinigami abilities, so they won't like you if you ever were to meet them.'' In a flash of light she disappeared, I never even got the opportunity to ask her name.
Slowly I opened my eyes and noticed the fire had nearly died out, however what caught my attention was the smell of blood and tears. Behind the statue of the twelve armed woman were two children a boy and a girl, half naked shivering with the cold.
My hand made its way to my swords, both my dad and my grandpa told stories of creatures that looked like children but weren't. They arrived at night acted like helpless children and when their target dropped its guard they attacked.
When I safely had my swords I welcomed them to the warmth of the fire, obviously the hesitated but did so anyways. The boy was extremely thin, his black hair unkempt and his rags showed the signs of abuse. Someone or something attacked.
The girl however had red hair, a old flowered dress however what caught my attention was a scar on her tiny hand. Straight down like something had split her hand cleanly in half.
So I threw more wood into the fire and put my coat on to of them after all I had no need for it, and the cold was obviously going to kill them.
Outside the wind grew stronger and stronger, that feeling that accursed feeling the one I developed after all that time screamed danger. Something was coming and it had blood on its mind.