Chapter 1: The First to Want
I took a little inspiration for this fanfic from Stark's character, and a little from Ulquiorra I guess, a bit or at least was inspired by certain elements of theirs for my OC character. This story will take place hundreds of thousands of years before Aizen's betrayal. I'm not sure how much time I will spend on this, but if you guys like it then I will get back to it and finish it.
Hollows are born from the dark emptiness of either empty hearts or lifelessness. They start out as nothing more as embodiments of hunger and beastly furry as they tear and devour themselves endlessly to evolve into stronger forms on mindless instinct. The mindless slaughter and eating of each other does not change even when they learn to speak when they become Adjuchas, though most adjuchas did so to prevent themselves from regressing.
No one in the Soul Society, even the soul king himself, does not know how exactly Hollows become Vasto Lorde, though the king suspects that it is up to the individual Adjuchas on how it will evolve or regress since he knows more on the properties of the soul than anyone in the Soul Society.
One Adjuchas stood out of the hundreds that made it to the top of the never ending sea of sand. While most attacked and ate each other on sight to prevent from regressing, this one Adjuchas refused to attack or defend itself from the Adjuchas biting and tearing into his body. It was not that it did not know how to defend itself or attack or else it would have never become an Adjuchas in the first place, but that it felt a hunger of a different nature tearing away at it.
This Adjuchas was in the form of a wolf with a bone like covering across every in of its body. Scares covered the bones on its body as they have been repeatedly been broken by hungry Adjuchas then healed back together with its own regeneration properties and while this would have put it in a dead end of its evolution, it never regressed backward in evolution even before his first beating. To most Adjuchas he was a freak of nature and a pathetic weakling even if none of them have ever managed to kill the Adjuchas with no name.
This Adjuchas spent decades to centuries searching for something he didn't know of or knew the name to, but it knew that something is out there that will help soothe the unending hunger inside him. The hole in its chest now resembling the emptiness of its heart that it so desperately want to be whole, but does not know how to or why it feels this way. This longing began to shape the mind and personality of this hollow into something much more than just a mindless beast, even if it did not understand why.
This hollow, born from utter darkness, was forming its own soul out of its own longing that formed the channels that make the outlining of a soul. This process of birthing one's own soul caused the hollow to slowly transform into a humanoid shape as the bone around "his" body crumbled and faded away. While the shape he took was indeed humanoid, it was not exactly human. His body became a humanoid form of the creature its previous form represented as his skin was covered in grey fur when the bone fell away from his body. The pain of his unknown hunger went away, but the emptiness and longing still remained as strong as ever.
Slowly all the bone on his body fell away, all except a mouthless mask that covered his entire wolf face. The eyes of the mask were almost shut. Two small blue streams were on the mask that flowed from the nearly shut eyes to the edge of the mask. A grey and white katana formed on his left side when his transformation was finally completed years later. While very few have ever reached Vasto Lorde, only he managed to evolve so much so naturally that if the hole over his heart and the mask were not there then he could have been mistaken for a soul reaper. And while his power was greater than any hollow in Hueco Mundo's history and perhaps its future as well, he could also be seen as the weakest from a certain point of view as he refused to attack or defend himself even when his limbs were almost torn off.
He eventually concluded that he would not find what he so desperately wanted in this place. He instinctively reached out, hoping for some sort of answer as he shed tears of desperation. He unknowingly opened a Garganta towards an unknown world parallel to the World of the Living. He did not know what it was or where it led, but he stepped out of the endless sands and into the endless dark of the Garganta; hoping that it will give his soul what he has longed for so long.
The darkness seemed endless, but he was used to even deeper darkness inside himself and was too determined to stop since it felt like what he longed for was the only thing that mattered about existence. His determination was eventually rewarded as a faint dim of white and yellow light appeared in the distance. He crossed the threshold of light and into a field of grass. While the environment was certainly new and breathe taking, it was not what he longed for.
A powerful and renowned priestess was journeying through the same grass land, on her way across the small island country to help villages from disasters and demons of all sorts and natures. She had long, black hair and wore armor that seems a little out of place for a priestess. She was young and beautiful and had a certain kindness about her even as she simply walked.
He noticed her and was drawn to her out of curiosity as she did not appear to be like those who have chased him and wound him. She did not have a mask or hole anywhere on her body. The qualities that she radiated drew him closer to where she stood like a moth to flame. Eventually he started to run towards her which got her attention. She didn't know what to make of this strange creature wearing a mask that was charging at her. Clearly the creature was not human since it had fur all over its body, and was not an animal since no animal can live without its own heart. This only left a demon as to what the creature was, but that did not quite help her understand what to do about it since her instincts were conflicting with her intuition.
She held out her sword and displayed it as a warning to the demon to keep away, but the demon did not flinch in the slightest as it held its arms out. Fearing that it would attack her; the priestess thrusted the blade into the demon's gut. He did not try to dodge or block as he pushed himself past the blade as it cut deeper and deeper into his body.
The priestess was surprised by the demons resolve as it seemed to not care that it was making what would be a mortal wound to even demons into an even deeper wound to try and reach her. He reached for her hand for leverage and pulled himself closer to her.
To her astonishment, the demon was not purified at all by her touch, and she sensed no evil from its touch. She immediately felt regret as she quickly removed the blade from the demon. She had never encountered a demon like this before and she did not know how to handle, but she was not about to befriend it just yet; she had fought too many demons to be convinced that easily.
He fell to the ground for a moment as he tried to regain control of his wounded body. The wound in his gut quickly regenerated away as he slowly got back up and approached her with open arms.
This time she purposefully channeled her purifying powers into her hand and grabbed the demons shoulders. Steam rose from the purifying flesh of the demon, but it was not immediate and the damage was immediately regenerated. He did not hesitate even with his flesh burning away as he clasped his arms around her.
She almost immediately felt the reason why she sensed no evil from this demon and immediately stopped using her purifying powers on the demon. While the flesh did burn from her power, there was nothing in the demon's heart to purify as there was no good or evil, but there was still the resemblance of a soul there.
The demon fell to its knees in exhaustion but refused to let go of the priestess. The priestess was compelled to hold his back to prevent him from falling backwards. She could feel countless scars across his back as his body regenerated many types of wounds over his life, but not all of the countless wounds disappeared.
Never has she held something so defeated yet so determined in her arms before. She brought him closer to her as she embraced him in a maternal way. As she held him, she felt her right should become wet with tears that soundlessly flowed from the demon's mask and onto her.
"You may be a demon by flesh, but no demon can shed tears like this. I now know why my powers only affected your body and not your spirit or power. You poor dear. You reach out desperately for something you want but you don't even know what it is doing you? Even if it causes you pain and death you will reach out for it won't you?"
His only response was to nod his head since his mask made it impossible for him to speak.
"Then rest now. I will be by your side when you wake up. Rest now… I got you." She whispered tenderly on the left side of his face.
It was not entirely what he was longing for, but he had more now than what he did before and that was enough to trust the priestess. He let his body go limp and his mind fall into a pool of darkness of a dreamless sleep.