The Story of The First Hollow In Existence

Chapter 1: The First Hollow in existence

It was the dawn of everything. Day 0. The Soul King, in a final act of sacrifice, poured his very essence into the creation of all that exists. From that moment, Hueco Mundo was created, birthed from a despair so profound its origin remains shrouded in mystery. I opened my eyes to an endless void, a world of eternal night. Nothingness stretched as far as I could see, and I was alone, born into this desolate realm with only one instinct: to consume and evolve.

Hueco Mundo was vast and barren, yet teeming with lost souls. They drifted aimlessly, echoes of what once was, and I, driven by the hunger deep within me, devoured them one by one. I wandered through the infinite expanse, devouring all that crossed my path, my existence reduced to the singular act of feeding. The souls were countless, and though their despair was palpable, I could not feel it-not then. Emotion was foreign to me in those early days. There was only hunger.

I fed, and I grew, and I evolved. Time became meaningless, an eternity passed in an endless cycle of consumption. But slowly, imperceptibly at first, I changed. I felt it in my core, something stirring, something more than the gnawing hunger. My form began to shift, evolving with each soul I devoured. And in that moment, I realized: this was my purpose. Not just to feed, but to become something greater.

The form I took came to be known as Menos Grande, though at the time, it was a mystery to all, myself included. I didn't pause to question it. The hunger, the drive to become stronger, only intensified with this transformation. It was then that a new power awakened within me, Cero, a devastating blast of concentrated spiritual energy. With a single burst, I could obliterate entire clusters of lost souls in an instant.

But I was no longer alone. Hollow began to appear, beings born with awareness and purpose, creatures with full minds, driven by their own ambitions and desires. They knew what they were and what they wanted from the very start. And somehow, I became their leader, the first Menos Grande to rise. Yet, leadership meant little to me. I saw them not as followers, but as better prey, stronger food to fuel my evolution.

Even then, my only true allegiance was to the hunger that consumed me.

As more Hollows emerged, my evolution accelerated. From Menos Grande, I ascended to Adjuchas, a form that shattered the very balance of power. My transformation shook the three realms. Even the nascent Soul Society stirred in alarm, aware that something had broken the laws that governed creation. No Hollow was ever meant to evolve this far, not an ordinary one, at least.

But I was no ordinary Hollow. I should never have existed. It was the deep, unfathomable despair of the being who birthed me that allowed me to transcend the boundaries set by the Soul King and Soul Society. Their rules were meaningless to me. I was forged from despair itself, and that despair was my key, my defiance against the limits imposed by the creators of the world.

As an Adjuchas, my evolution slowed to a crawl. The lost souls and ordinary Hollows that once sustained me now barely fueled my growth. My hunger remained, but they offered little more than fleeting sustenance. I feared I had reached my peak, until Soul Society made their first mistake.

Squad 0, aware of the threat I posed, knew they had to eliminate me, and quickly. They began sending Shinigami, wave after wave, to end my existence. Though they were weak, their spiritual energy was not. Each Shinigami I devoured rekindled the fire within me, pushing my evolution forward. With every soul I consumed, I grew more powerful, more dangerous. What was meant to be my end became the very thing that fueled my ascension.

For years, this cycle continued. They underestimated me, again and again. But then came their second mistake, Squad 0 themselves descended, determined to finish what their subordinates could not. They believed they would crush me under the weight of their might, unaware that by coming for me personally, they had simply brought me a greater feast.

The battle began, and for the first time, I felt fear. Real fear. Struggle. Despair. Squad 0 wasn't weak, they were few in number, but each was far stronger than any foe I had ever faced. I stood no chance against them. They nearly killed me. But I wasn't a Hollow anomaly for nothing. As the fight raged on, without even realizing it, I began to draw in their spiritual energy, consuming it, devouring their strength.

By the time the battle was nearing its end, something incredible happened, I reached the next stage of my evolution. I became what they call a Vasto Lorde . Squad 0 tried to press on, to finish me off, but I had changed. The fear that had once gripped me was gone. The relentless hunger that had driven me for so long vanished. My mind was clear for the first time. And now, the tables had turned.

It didn't take long before I forced Squad 0 to retreat, sending them back to Soul Society. I wanted to kill them, to devour them, to make them regret making me feel so powerless just moments before. But they managed to escape-just barely.

Now, I stood as a Vasto Lorde, a being that wasn't supposed to exist. Not then. Not at that point in time.

Years passed, and I was utterly alone. Any Hollow that dared approach me died instantly, unable to withstand my power. The Shinigami stopped coming as well, realizing it was futile. It was then that I began to question the very nature of my existence. Was my power a blessing or a curse? I was strong, perhaps the strongest, but for what purpose? To exist in solitude? Who would I share this strength with? How would anyone know I was the strongest if everyone around me perished?

Despair crept in, consuming me. My existence felt like a curse. Even so, I continued, wandering the dead expanse of Hueco Mundo, knowing the evolution of the three realms would go on without me. As I walked, lost in thought, I suddenly felt a presence, a spiritual pressure far stronger than anything I had ever encountered. It was overwhelming, yet strangely familiar. I didn't know where it came from, but before I could react, everything around me shifted. Reality itself seemed to twist.

I was swallowed whole. Before I could even understand what had happened, I found myself in a void, an endless, suffocating darkness. I launched Ceros in every direction, desperately trying to break free, but nothing worked. The void swallowed everything, even my power. It became clear that whatever that immense spiritual force was, it had trapped me here with no escape.

For the first time in my existence, I gave up. I accepted the futility of it all. I was used to being alone, but the thought of never again fighting someone strong, never again testing the limits of my power, left me hollow in a way that no evolution could fill.

I lay there, suspended in that endless void, unable to do anything. Days bled into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time lost all meaning as I floated in isolation, a solitary shadow in the depths of darkness. The weight of my solitude pressed down on me, a crushing reminder of the power I possessed yet could never wield against another.

But after what felt like an eternity, something cracked, literally. I turned to see a fissure forming in the void. Without hesitation, I unleashed a Cero, striking the crack with all my might. I fired again, and again, until at last, the void shattered around me.

As the darkness dissolved, I found myself back in Hueco Mundo. The landscape was familiar yet haunting, dead trees, endless sands, and... Hollows? Confusion washed over me. They should have been perished by my spiritual energy, but here they were, alive before my eyes. I sprang to my feet, only to realize that my hands had transformed into something humanoid. Glancing down, I saw that my body mirrored that of the Shinigami I had once hunted.

I had evolved into an Arrancar. Fear coursed through me at first, uncertain of what this change meant. But before I could spiral into madness, I focused on the moment. I unleashed a Cero at the Hollows in front of me, feeling a rush of power, I could tell it was two or three times stronger than the blasts I had conjured as a Vasto Lorde.

I had evolved yet again. My senses heightened, I scanned my surroundings and felt a surge of spiritual energy emanating from one direction. But before I could move toward it, a voice echoed in my mind, unknown yet oddly familiar.

???: "You finally woke up? Sorry it took me so long to pull you from that void, but here we are. You might be wondering who I am, but there's no need to fret about that just yet. All you need to know is that I am you, and you are me, one and the same. Now, go, and show them why you are the first, Spring."