My version of Father of All Hollows by AkumaKami64. They haven't abandoned the original fic, by they gave me permission to use the prologue.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Grim Tales.
Regular speak
Thought and Emotion talking to person outside mind
Demonic or Animalistic speak
Demonic or Animalistic thought speak
Long ago, there were two worlds, The World of The Living, where mortals lived out their short lives, and The World of The Dead, where souls lived out a much longer lifespan. When a person died in one world, they would be reborn in the other. For eons, this simple and peaceful existence continued with little change thanks to the guidance of five transcendent beings, once known as The Great Kings. Under the watch of The Great Kings, the harmony of the cosmos was maintained.
The King of Earth watched of the world of men, The King of Heaven watched over the world of souls, The King of Souls who watched over the individuals of the two worlds once they were born, The King of Reincarnation who watched over the souls as they passed from one world to the other, and The King of Oblivion who watched over the space between the worlds.
Then It came. No one, dead or alive, knew what it was or what to call it. It as a nameless, terrible abomination that dropped out of the sky and torn down the worlds. It feast upon the souls of both the living and the dead, without mercy or provocation. As it ate, it grew stronger and larger, laying waste to both worlds and reshaping them with it's indomitable and unlimited power. It couldn't be stopped, contained, or reasoned with.
For over a thousand years, The Worlds of Living and Dead waged a hopeless war against The Devourer. One day, it reached an ultimate prize: The Great Kings trapped the creature in Oblivion in a final attempt to fight the creature one final time. Time was meaningless in Oblivion, for barely a second went by in either world. For The Great Kings and their armies, it was decades.
One by one, they all fell to it. However, just as the monster had the last transcendent in it's jaw, The King of Souls used a last ditch effort to bring down the great beast. Using all of his power, he cast a powerful spell in hopes of defeating it. It worked, to an extent.
The creature was too powerful to simply be slain, however, the beast went into a deep slumber. Unable to destroy the destroyer, The Soul King has the unconscious beast taken to the land on which it had first fallen. What had once been a land of plains and forests has been devastated into a great and endless, silver desert. There, the great beast sank deep into the ground. It took nearly a thousand years it's full body to disappear into the sandy depths. The Soul King divided this land from the others, making a third world; A world that would come to be called Hueco Mundo.
The beast had been laid to eternal rest, but the damage had been done. The war against The Devourer had destroyed much of both worlds. And the horror of the war tainted the souls in horrible ways. Mankind now knew evil and sought to use it for it's own gratification. With immense reluctance, The King of Souls took the scarred lands and formed them into a fourth world. A world to sentence the foulest and most wicked of souls, in an attempt to remove the stain the beast had placed upon the cosmos. Mankind would have many names for this world, including The underworld and Hell.
Unfortunately, The Eater of Souls had one last tragedy to play on creation. For even a dead god can dream.
Even slumbering, the power of that terrible being resonated and spread to the corners of the four worlds; The Soul King attempted to keep the power at bay, but even he could not stop such a tsunami completely. Hueco Mundo, meant to be a prison, was a lost cause. Hell was flooded with the essence, warping the land from a scarred landscape to a nightmarish world. The land of the dead was spared, mostly, from the tainted essence. But, The World of The Living was gradually being suffocated with it.
The Soul King had only one solution. Using the bodies of his fallen brothers and fellow kings, he spend their essence over The World of The Living in an attempt to equalize the taint of The Devourer. It had an odd effect. Mortals still lived and died, but when they did a number of things could happen now. The first and most appealing is that they found their "route" to the World of The Dead, but sometimes they needed to be led. The second was the foul spirits are dragged off to Hell. But, there is a much more frightening possibility.
Some souls were wicked and foul, but not enough to warrant eternal damnation in Hell. Other were lost in despair. Ultimately, it didn't matter why it happened, just that it did. The Hollows were born. Creatures that had lost a piece of themselves and ate the souls of others to full that void. The Children of The Devourer. Many of them found there way to Hueco Mundo, their promised land of sorts. There, over their slumbering father, they lived and fought.
In response, The Soul King used the remaining power of The Great Kings, and some of his own, to flood The World of The Dead. In doing so, he bestowed great power on to the stronger souls. They would become they Shinigami, or Soul Reapers. Each of them gained a weapon that was an extension of their souls, a Zanpuktou. When these blades, they would cleanse The Hollows and free all of the devoured.
As the eons passed, knowledge of The Devourer had faded from mankind. But, the fear of it never truly left. And as history faded into myths and legends, the names and tales grew: The Soul Eater, Jormungandr, The Great Devourer, Yamata No Orochi, The Endless, Hrodvitner, The Leviathan, Azi Dakhaka, The Devil, Apep, The Destroyer of Worlds, Typhoon. They names went on and on.
But, now after many untold millennia, The Father of All Hollows comes knocking...
And that's it, folks! Before you ask I got permission to use the prologue of the original fic, but my version isn't like the original.
Well, I'll post the next chapter in a few days, so see yeah!