Beyond the Abyss: Bleach Rebirth

This is a non-canon story (Although other characters from that actual Bleach will be mentioned every once in a while), this involves characters and OC's I have made through the years of Role-Playing.
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This is a five-chapter story, so enjoy!

Prologue One: The Lost Ones

“In the brink of light, beyond the death of life, becomes a warrior of Balance and King of the Abyss. He who walks in the shadow of the light and the path of the darkness, will he who controls this power become an inescapable path… a destiny that bonds a stranger to others, to form not only a band of Freelancers, but a Family who will be ever so stronger than that of the Shinigami and Hollow combined. I, I am Arrancar, but I have grown old and wise to know that my time and power is at an end. This is the last letter I write, the last scripture before the others hunt me for my power, and for my head. I leave this letter to whom ever it so concerns, for any Shinigami that receives this message, I have also a warning. There is great darkness that will arise within your Plains, a darkness greater than anything else. Your Precious realm will fall apart, but you must prepare for what will come, please, hear me out in this time Extinction and age of Vanquish, for I have the final key that can defeat this force. This Key is known as the Oracle of Light, an object long forgotten by our gods, it can defeat any darkness, but I fear that any Hollow is looking for such a power; it is split into five Heart Pieces. Find the heart pieces, and form the Oracle, but you must collect all five in order to do so. Give the Oracle to a warrior who is worthy, and not foolish. But, I fear that another power of darkness has arisen, a power of Corruption, one that will be an all known ruler whose power cannot be met.
Goodbye forever, and hopefully, I shall see you in another time.”
Garronale Reclunus.

“Well, do you think that this is, a trick?” A Shinigami said as she finished reading the note, “I mean, if this was written by an Arrancar I don’t think it would be wise to follow this on.” The woman had grey hair; she wore a blue outfit, her sheath of her weapon tied around her waist, yet, she seemed very young.

Another sighed; it was a man this time. He wore a black outfit, yet, he didn’t seem to be young, and rather he seemed to have the look of war upon his face, the scars stretching out upon his cheeks. He didn’t seem to have a weapon, “You would think that this would be a threat, yet this guy is telling us to prepare? How pathetic of him, he’s probably calling a bluff.”

“Meh, what about the Council? Can’t we tell them of this news?” The woman asked back, trying to see what the man would say.

“Yeah, but knowing the Head Master, he would just throw the message away, hell, he would never take it into consideration.”

The woman began to think as she looked over the letter once more, “Should we tell anyone? Perhaps our squad?”

“Yeah, let ‘em know what we found out, understood?”

The woman saluted, “Yes sir!” She took off, but not before bumping into another man. He had pure white hair, glowing green eyes that immediately changed to a glowing neon blue eyes. He wore a robe that covered his whole body, two others looking just like him standing behind.

“Oops! Sorry sir, I’ll be on my way!” The woman said innocently and happily as she rushed to the other room.

“You really need a different assistant,” The first one said as he sat down, “Orkino, it has been some time.”

“Same to you Chrome, how long have you been gone for now?”

“Five months, and still we have not found the Hollow who penetrated Soul Society.” Chrome said as he leaned back, the other two taking a chair and sitting, “It is getting very agitating at this point, and every time we find him, it would seem he beats us at everything.”

Orkino laughed, “He seems to be very powerful, he knows how to hide the pressure he exerts as well.”

“You know of him?” One of the other three asked, this was Garanal, “When did you last make contact with him?”

“One month ago, and I must say, he’s pretty skilled. This guy knows what the hell we are capable as, of course, Soul Reapers, we should know how to operate around this guy, yet, we can’t even seem to lay a scratch on him. Its safe to say that he won’t come back, hopefully. “ Orkino said as he poured himself a glass of water

Chrome looked to Garanal, then his other companion, Geshiine. He groaned as he moved his right arm from the robe, revealing a mechanical limb. It was an arm, but… different. His fingers were pointed to where they would puncture any skin by the touch, the silver shone from the lighting in the room, illuminating dark corners.

Geshiine pulled out both arms, revealing that both were the same as metal, a thin, long and slender blade connecting to each shoulder. Garanal did the same, revealing his left arm, these limbs looked to have been molded into them though, as weird as it may have looked.

“So, I’m guessing your wanting to kill the guy?” Orkino asked as he rubbed the back of his head, “’Cause I ain’t seen him since, and from the looks of it, you seem to be set on looking for him.”

Geshiine couldn’t bother but let out a psychotic laugh, laughing and looking up in plain air, it was like he went mad.

Chrome then spoke, “Geshiine is mentally insane, while Garanal has issues with containing power and being a smart ass, and I am based too much on being noble. But we have strengths that no one else has…”

Orkino had a questionable look on his face, “Oh, and what’s that?”

Chrome held his arm out, his palm facing Orkino, “We have the power to take, and create,” A wicked smile stretched across the cyborgs face as a small metal spear extended from the palm in a blink of an eye. The spear went through Orkino’s chest as high voltages of electricity went into the man, shocking him and burning him to death.

Once the Shinigami was finished with, Chrome turned to Geshiine, “Kill the rest of the squadron, no trace that we were here, and be sure to find any form of evidence of the man we were hunting.”

Geshiine left the room in a hurry, Garanal walking up to Chrome with an expression of worry, “Brother, are you sure it was a right judgment to have killed him?”

Screams from the main room could be heard, but all went dead silent ten seconds later, “We must destroy any trace that we were here. Burn the place to the ground; we must make no mistakes now. Our footsteps will lead Soul Society to ruin, as well as the Hollow home. “

Geshiine grabbed a lantern and threw it down on the ground, from which ripped apart bodies lied. The barracks were lit like a sun, “No one could have survived this.”

Chrome looked down, seeing a trail of blood that disappeared into a wall, a portal had closed itself before he could get a glimpse of who exactly could have escaped, “Yet you are wrong again Brother,” he turned to the fire, the turned away, walking from the burning building, “We must find out whoever escaped from us, and we must end their existence at once.”

-Back in the Kanto Region-

It was nighttime, the air was clear; the moon was full and orange. On the outskirts of a city, in a suburban five story home, not including the two basements, lived a young man of the age of eighteen. Recently he had been cooking food, but it would seem it was gone, dishes washed, and the counters wiped off.

This young man had no shirt on, revealing the golf ball sized hole in his chest and his perfect masculine abs. He had pure white hair and glowing neon green eyes; he had on a pair of baggy sweatpants, a white thin cloth used as a belt keeping them up. Tattoos ran up and down his spine and both arms, each one connected another.

This was Desmond Irich, the sixth Espada Arrancar. He was a different type of Hollow though, not one created from some force. Desmond was the first Living Hollow, one born from the womb at the time of his death, along side his Shinigami brother, Austin Irich. But this is now.

He laid on the couch reading a magazine, four symbolic tattoos on his right arm representing each of four elements that he could control, the muscle flexing and shifting back and forth as he flipped through a page he finished. Desmond was not too keen on fighting, nor is he ever really. He has always been a negotiator, and of course a peacekeeper, which struck the other Hollow confused.

Desmond was a peaceful, yet very young Arrancar, one who has honed most of his skills and mastered how to control his elemental and hollow powers. He lived on his own, not really having anyone to care for, he took care of himself, not a day passed by though that he missed some of his older companions that had died on their journeys.

Desmond was known as a lost warrior, one of the few Hollow or Shinigami who posses a balanced power, from which they can give and take, destroy and create. Desmond was kind of a Shinigami, he watched over the humans, making sure any Hollow that hunted them would be punished. The Hollow’s were weak compared to the Arrancar though, making it easy prey for this fellow. What he did not realize was that his life was going to change in a completely different way, one way that would make man insane, fearful, and dreaded.

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