Bleach: Hollows paradise(on hold)
Author notes: (Unfortunately, My flash drive got corrupted (and I did not make copies like I should have) and I lost all my notes and chapters on this. so I have no choice but to delete this novel and start again some time in the future.)
In a world where souls and Mortals intertwine, I exist as a hollow shell of my former self. My name, my memories, all swallowed by the darkness that consumes my very being. There's an emptiness in my chest, a void I cannot fill, and it echoes with the lingering desire for revenge.
I remember being a soul reaper once, tasked with maintaining the balance between the living and the dead. But those memories are fragments, mere whispers in the recesses of my mind. What I do recall is being used as an experiment, a guinea pig for some twisted ambition.
My commanding officer, once someone I trusted, subjected me to an unspeakable fate. A hollow transformation, they called it. An abomination born from the depths of darkness. Now, I am neither soul reaper nor hollow, but something else entirely. A creature with no identity, no purpose, only the insatiable urge for vengeance against those who robbed me of my former self.
I roam this vast desolate Land of sand with no name, no purpose, and no understanding of what I've become. I am a lost soul, yearning for answers, trying to grasp onto any shred of my past. My heart aches with every step, haunted by the person I once was and the monster I've become.
In this abyss of uncertainty, I am driven by an unyielding desire for justice. But as I seek my retribution, I wonder if it will fill the void inside me or only deepen the hollowness that consumes my soul.
I am no longer the soul reaper I once was, nor the hollow I was turned into. I am something new, something different, and the path I walk is dark and uncertain. But with every step, I am determined to uncover the truth of my existence and find a way to reclaim my lost identity.
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