BLEACH

Beginning of the End

Chapter Zero: The Illusions of what is to come.

The start of all things...one usually asks how this happened. It's an odd tale to be certain. But i guess it'd be an excelent place to start, no?

The universe. As time began to churn and boil, life began to stur. A single creature, born of the soul of the king. It begged for life to thrive...as it's own began to fade. Nestled in the hands of it's parent, it gave a shallow breath and like that...it's life faded to nothing.

"Interesting..." The soul of the King voiced. "You wish to live, yet my design does not deem you worth such an existance..."

The poor creature's soul began to pulse with power, dark and violent. The Sould of the King set his child down and watched as the living around it began to rapidly fade away.

"A name...you need a name, my child." The king gently scooped the soul into his hand, leaving the husk behind. "A name to fit a god of death. a hollow soul..."

Reaching down, the King picked up a skull and placed the soul inside. Suddenly bursting with life, the creature...the Hollow soul hovered up to it, no...HIS father's face.

"I...I live?" He asked, a raspy voice echoing the universe.

"Yes, My child...you live again, yet you do not." The King observed as the child glanced around, curiously laying it's eyes on the bodies around them.

"Me?"

"Indeed my son, you did this. As was my intention for you. Though i have yet to name you." Pondering for a moment, the king Knelt down to the Hollow's level. "From this day forward, you will be known as; Baraggan Louisenbairn, King of hollows and God of the dead."

The Child...the Hollow stared into his father's eyes, and giggled with glee. Louisenbairn...Baraggan Louisenbairn had an delightful ring to it.

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As life began to prosper, as time began to stur...new souls began to rise from the nothing. The King watched closely, as one soul in particular hovered from his grasp, then faded away. The King now knew frustration. the life was not supposed to snuff itself out. easily fixed.

"You clever child. you stand at life, yet deny yourself the teat of survival...why is this?"

The soul soon split into several and began to intermingle with other souls around it, which in turn began to glow brighter.

"you wish to grant other's power? So be it...you will be named as such." The King reached down into the mass of newly powered souls and instilled a name upon them. "Yhwach, patron of Life, and god of the arrow. From this day forth...you shall spend eternity as you have now. when the day comes that you are finally ready to stand on your own...Your brother and I shall welcome you with open arms and hearts."

With that final breath...all the souls faded into nothingness once more, ready to be reborn once again.

And thus starts the story, what once was told...so many ages ago...shall renew upon this world with a brilliant crimson fire...and die upon the ash of the wasteland. Thus This Tale shall be told...

The Beginning...of the End.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: After years of not touching on the original, let alone working on it, i took some time to read through what i had made. I grew to dislike what BOTE had been. and spent the last few...years really...brainstorming with my brother to make a more legit story with a more solid plot. this is because the previous incarnation of the story was basically thrown together each chapter(i was literally reading previous chapters to prevent myself from screwing up...) and had no actual plot planned out for it.

this is where to new version comes in. the old will be kept for posparity while this one will be worked on in it's place.