In a forsaken corner of the Hueco Mundo, a strange and ominous energy was stirring. A dark mass churned and mixed, within it the forgotten remnants of countless Hollows, drawn by an unseen force, had started to converge. Their ethereal whispers grew louder, a haunting chorus of sorrow and longing.
As the Hollows merged, their faint, ghostly forms began to blur and distort, like ripples on a stagnant pool. Their collective energy pulsed with a mournful power, growing stronger with each passing moment.
A face began to emerge from the darkness, a mask like visage, twisted in a silent scream. The features were indistinct, yet seemed to hold a deep and abiding pain. The Hollows' whispers grew more urgent, their energy fueling the formation of this new, monstrous entity.
The mass continued to writhe, its surface churning like a stormy sea. Then, a gaping maw opened, revealing a void so profound it seemed to draw in the very light around it. The Hollows' whispers ceased, replaced by an oppressive silence.
The creature let out a deafening roar, its presence sending shockwaves through the Hollow Realm. The surrounding Hollows cowered in fear, sensing the birth of a monstrous entity. They trembled at the raw power emanating from the creature, their own existence seeming fragile in comparison.
The creature rose, its massive form towering over the desolate landscape. Its presence seemed to fill the air with an unspeakable horror, a malevolent force that threatened to consume everything in its path.
As the creature stood, its presence seemed to warp the very fabric of the Hueco Mundo. The air grew thick with an unnatural, heavy silence. The surrounding Hollows, frozen in terror, couldn't look away from the monstrosity before them.
The creature's mask-like face twisted further, its silent scream echoing through the desolate landscape. Its gaze swept across the Hollows, as if searching for something. Then, with a sudden, jarring movement, it began to move.
Its massive form lurched forward, sending shockwaves through the ground. The Hollows scattered, fleeing in terror from the creature's path.
The creature loomed over the Hollow, its gaze fixed on them.
- Hunger.
It felt a gaping void within that needed to be satiated.
The creature's gaze shifted to a fleeing hollow, and in an instant, the creature reached out with a twisted ghostly hand.
The hand froze. The creature froze. From its twisted mask of a face, silver light poured out.
The creature's eyes went wide, its body shuddering. A scream tore from its throat as its body began to contort, twisting in ways impossible for a normal hollow.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, everything was still. The creature collapsed, its body breaking apart. A figure roared out from within.
The darkness seemed to shy away in its wake, as if the very presence of the creature was pushing the darkness into the world. The Hollows, still fleeing in terror, never looked back, the creature had been powerful, so powerful that they were nothing more than food. The creature was killed as quickly as it was born, whatever was responsible had to be even more powerful, so they ran.
Meanwhile, in the midst of the fading darkness where once a powerful creature with a massive proportion stood. A smaller one now stands in a weird contrast.
The silver light dimmed, and the hollow tilted its head. This was not the first time. The hollow couldn't remember when it started, but it had entered a trance-like state, where its already broken mind wasn't its own.
As part of a collective, it had fused with other creatures of its kind, others to become something more, a being of vast superiority.
Gillian.
The word had made its way into its mind. The hollows had been attempting to become a Gillian.
And yet, every time without fail, it resisted and broke free, destroying the Gillian in the process.
Spirit particles in the form of red petals billowed around the hollow before rushing into it like a tidal wave; the hollow absorbed all of it.
This was not normal. The hollow could tell, could understand that its existence was somehow different.
This was not the first time it had become a Gillian. Each time, it had rejected the transformation. And now within its small body, rested the spiritual energy of several Gillians, yet not a single drop leaked out. A product of something it couldn't remember.
And yet, it looked no different from what it had looked like when it was first born. Hunched, with thin, long arms, clawed feet, and a skull-like visage.
Once again, the Hollow resumed its journey to satisfy its never-ending hunger, as it scoured the plains of Hueco Mundo.
Time passed, blending days, weeks, months, and years together.
Once again, hollows gathered, drawn by an unseen force, a beacon of sorts.
Countless hollows charged towards the beacon, their whispers turning into fierce howls.
Rips in space tear all over, allowing the hollows to rush in, somewhere?
A certain hollow watched the others as they poured into the multiple rips, and in its confusion, it followed them.
It stood before one of the rips. 'A Negación' the knowledge popped into its mind, although it was unaware of how it came to be.
It walked through.
As the Hollow stepped through the Negación, it felt a strange, tingling sensation, like its very essence was being rearranged. The world around it blurred and shifted, like a reflection in rippling water.
When its vision cleared, the Hollow found itself in a realm both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The air was thick with the scent of life, and its hunger growled, a constant reminder of its purpose.
The Hollow's gaze fell upon the two-legged creatures, their faces aglow with an otherworldly energy. It watched, transfixed, as they scurried about, their lives a whirlwind of purpose and meaning.
The Hollow's curiosity stirred, a slow-burning fire that fueled its desire to understand these strange creatures. It crept closer, its ghostly form undetected, and reached out a twisted hand to touch a human's face.
The human's soul was warm, a soft, blue light that spilled into the Hollow's darkness. It tasted, and its mind reeled, unable to comprehend the complexity of emotions and thoughts that flooded its being.
The Hollow's understanding was limited, its intelligence barely scratching the surface of the human experience. But it knew this - the taste of a human soul was like nothing it had ever known. It was... sweet, like the ripest fruit, and it filled the Hollow's emptiness with a fleeting sense of satisfaction.
The Hollow's gaze locked onto the human, its hunger burning brighter, its desire to taste again driving it forward. It reached out, its ghostly hand closing around the human's wrist, and pulled it closer, its mask-like face twisted in a snarl...
The human struggled, trying to break free from the Hollow's grasp, but it was to no avail. The Hollow's grip was like a vice, its strength fueled by its insatiable hunger.
As the Hollow's mask-like face drew closer, the human's eyes widened in terror. It tried to scream, but its voice was muffled by some unseen force.
The Hollow's twisted mouth opened wide, revealing a void that seemed to suck in the very light around it. The human's soul was torn free, and the Hollow tasted it once more...
Oh, the ecstasy! The Hollow's emptiness was filled, its hunger momentarily sated. The soul's warmth spread through its being, a golden, sun-like radiance that illuminated the dark recesses of its existence.
The Hollow's gaze locked onto the human's lifeless body, its mind reeling with a primitive, instinctual joy. It had fed, and it would feed again.
/
"Well, aren't you a sweet talker? You should be ashamed of yourself."
"You married me."
A couple passed by a sign post as they flirted in plain view. People just passed by them, ignoring them as if they couldn't see them.
"Why you, handsome hunk, you."
"You look just as ravishing as you did when you were alive."
This was normal however, as the couple were infact ghosts. The spirit of humans who had died.
There was a sudden rupture in the sky, and a crack formed. Within the crack was an abyssal darkness.
A grey hand pierced through the darkness, followed by a head with the face of a large white skull with multiple exterior teeth. It pulled its body entirely out of the crack; its nine-foot body landed on the ground with a large thud, the ground quaking with the impact.
The humans shook for a moment, then ignored the shaking, for they could not perceive the horror that is a hollow.
The ghost couple, however, were not so lucky to be blessed with such ignorance. The hollow stood before the frozen couple and raised its hand, releasing a howl that sent shivers down the spine of everyone present.
"GOOWAAA!!!"
The ghost couple, shrieked in fear, and the hollow brought down its arm.
And swiped air. 'No' it thought as it looked at its arm that had been sliced off. Then the pain hit, as it was thrown to the sidewalk.
The ghost couple wasted no time in running for their lives/death.
The hollow attempted to stand before a large sword pierced through its skull, ending its life/death and purifying it.
The large sword was held by a tall figure dressed in a black kimono with a white hakama, the traditional attire of a Shinigami, and a simple obi sash tied around his waist.
"Tch." He pulled out the sword from the dispersing hollow. "Three." He stated. 'Shit.' he cursed. 'At this time of day, Karin's not in school anymore.' He studied his surroundings. 'This is when she goes home, so about now, she'd be playing outside.' he ran past another street, slicing through another hollow as it appeared. 'WHERE DOES SHE NORMALLY GO TO PLAY?'
The shinigami, Ichigo, heard another cry for help and immediately rushed to the scene where he defeated another hollow. "Shit." He cursed again. "My detection range is too narrow. My reaction is too slow." 'How did I find hollows before now?'
His memories flashed back to his partner, Rukia Kuchiki, and her phone, which used to detect hollows, as they passed through into the living world.
He turned back to his body, or rather the person inhabiting his body. "Kon, run over and borrow the cell phone from Rukia!!"
'Kon' pulled a mocking face with Ichigo's body. "Dumbass. Why do I gotta work for your every wish?" He stuck out his tongue. "I don't wanna."
Bonk*
"Whatever, just hurry up and go!" Ichigo yelled, clenching his fist.
Kon ran towards his mission clutching his head as he yelled. "Damnit, it's your own head. Is it normal to hit yourself that hard?"
/
Ichigo and Ishida stood back to back, surrounded by a horde of hollows. Ichigo would have easily guessed there were over a hundred hollows.
"Back to back?" Ishida snorted. "What's that?" He angled his face to look at the shinigami while watching the surrounding hollows. "So you mean, form a united front? Quincy and shinigami?"
"Would there be any other meaning?" Ichigo asked, his tone as if answering a stupid question.
Ishida frowned. "Don't say such nonsense. For a Quincy and a shinigami to work together is..." His shoulder was immediately grabbed, and he stared directly into the shinigami's face.
"You're still talking about that?" Ichigo gave him an annoyed look. Pulling Ishida's shoulder, he dragged him down and swung his Zanpakuto, leaping as he did. A hollow was split right down the middle, falling in two halves as they disintegrated.
From the corner of his eye, Ishida spotted a muscular hollow charging him as he was unbalanced, thanks to the idiot. In one motion he drew his bow, granting the hollow a hole in its head for its trouble.
"That's right." Ichigo smiled.
The smile seemed to tick Ishida off, as he immediately replied. "Don't misunderstand! If I hadn't shot that now, I would have been killed." He stood straight, his back inches away from Ichigo's. "It's not like I'm cooperating with you or anything."
"That's good enough." Ichigo smiled. "What?" he heard Ishida snap at him, but frankly, he didn't care. "It's do or die, but it's hard to do alone. So we have no choice, we have to work together. That should be enough reason to work together."
Ishida wanted to retort, and Ichigo wanted to say more, to convince his hard-headed 'friend' to see reason, but neither of them got that chance.
The air around them suddenly exploded. As if time had slowed down, the hollows around them literally exploded in a shower of limbs, red petals, and black ichor.
"What the hell?" Ichigo shook, his sword lowered almost immediately at the sudden lack of foes.
Ishida frowned. "Don't let your guard down, Ichigo. These hollows were killed, not purified. But not by a Quincy. There's no hint of their reishi left." He backed up, with Ichigo beside him. "Whoever did this was fast; is there another shinigami in the area?"
Rukia ran up the stairs (after kicking Kon in the balls) to help her friend, Ichigo, especially after seeing the massive crack in the sky, which was way too big for an average hollow.
She reached the top of the stairs and froze. She saw Ichigo, standing beside him was his classmate Ishida. Behind them stood a hollow.
Ichigo felt a chill run down his spine as something touched his right shoulder.
Ishida froze, when a cold sensation grabbed his left shoulder.
They both slowly turned to look at the person holding them.
A skull-like visage rested in the space between Ichigo's and Ishida's faces, taking the time to look at both of them. Connected to the face was a six-foot-tall hollow, with thin arms that were placed on the Shinigami's and Quincy's shoulders.
Ichigo struggled to move as if suffocation came over him.
Ishida could no longer feel his body, as it refused to heed his command to move.
A burst of spiritual energy engulfed Ichigo as his hand tightened around his Zanpakuto, and he finally lifted it.
The skull-like mask smiled.