CH.1: The Road to the Beginning…

"Luce, you seem unusually happy today."

"Of course, todays is the day!"

"You don't mean…"

"I do, this is gonna be so awesome!"

"How is meeting a Shinigami in a park awesome? Shouldn't you, ya know, want to avoid those?" The young man stood with a concerned look on his face. "Luce, this just seems like an all-around bad idea. I mean, the title has a certain rather macabre meaning." Luce simply ran his fingers through his spiked white hair and sighed.

"Look, I have been talking with her a while and besides Shinigami are here to PROTECT humans. So it's no big deal really. Just relax Hiro." Hiro smiled at his friend, but he simply couldn't convince himself that it was a good idea. Something just kept nagging him.

"Then maybe at least take someone with you, like Uryuu Sempai, he knows a lot about this kinda stuff."

"I am going alone, she said if they found out she was talking with a human like this she could get in trouble."

"Ok man, just, be careful ok?"

That was the last time anyone saw Lucien for a long time. That day, he ventured into the park and did indeed encounter a shinigami. However this shinigami was after the extremely powerful reatsu that his body contained, one that, despite still being human, rivaled even captain level shinigami. Her goal, to absorb enough power to take vengeance on the shinigami that had tried to imprison her. This day however, her plans went awry and instead of absorbing Luce, she simply separated his plus from his body. Hiding in the lake nearby, he stayed there until the chain ate its way to his chest, turning him into a hollow. However, his power afforded him one comfort. He, unlike so many others, defied logic and began his life as an adjuchas. Drawn to hueco mundo, he laid there dormant, fighting hollows as they drifted close to the area he carved out for himself, clinging to the last vestiges of his humanity all the while growing stronger. Eventually he became an all mighty Vasto Lorde, known as the god of the sand sea. His humanity slowly slipping as his mind was worn away from the days of solitude. It is upon one fateful day that our story truly begins, the day he met a group of hollows that strangely enough acted more human than any hollow he had seen before…