In the beginning, there was one being. He was god. But he was lonely. So he created another being to keep him company, she was his mate. They loved each other. A bit of time passed and they had 3 children. Their eldest, a male named Hell with black as night hair and blood red eyes and he had pale skin. The middle child, another male named Soul, stark white hair and pale baby blue eyes, he was also pale like his elder brother. Their youngest child was a female named Earth, she had dark, almost brown skin and different shades of green hair, her eyes were sky blue. Their father was so happy he created a world for each of them.

Time went on and on. The children grew. They became more independent. They created their own creatures, shaped their own worlds. They had left and forgotten their parents. This sadden their parents greatly. But then, they learned they would be having another child.

When the child was born, its siblings came home to see it. This child was an almost pure white male. The only color he had was his sky blue tongue and his mischief glistened molten gold eyes surrounded by black. He was instantly the source of all joy.

As he grew up, he was spoiled by his parents and his siblings. If he asked for something, he was given it. He was the mastermind. He created the guards of Hell. He created the Shinigami. He fixed the worlds. All his siblings had to do was continue what he started. To them he was an angel, he was more important than their father, he was the real savior.

But he refused to be called by a name. He would always say he was a nameless child. He said he was a Hollow. The first Hollow. He said he was a dreamer. The first dreamer. His father prompted him to be a god, the god of dreams. The child was happy about that. But little did his family know that with dreams came nightmares.

Time continued on. The child created his own world. It was linked to his siblings' world. He called it Hueco Mundo. He built a large castle which he called Las Noches. He explained to his siblings that this was the place for Earth's creations to go if they did either extremely good or extremely bad. This was the place of REAL rebirth and renewal. This was the small god's haven. He welcomed his new beings, calling them Hollows. He knew this place would be filled with suffering and pain, but the nightmare within called for it.

The young god was a good ruler. But it bored him to no end. So he created a being to be the King of Hueco Mundo. He was happy with results he got and the 'friend' he gained.

The god's body seemed to not age or grow, but his mind did. Slowly the dreamer part of him and the nightmare part of him spilt and grew. The dreamer part of him was still a child but the nightmare part grew, not aging too much but enough.

Finally a day came that changed this god and his world, his views, his role. The day a stuck up Shinigami came to his territory, his world. This Shinigami was corrupted. He wanted power, authority. He didn't care about Humans or any souls for that matter, now himself. He thought he should be god. The white god didn't agree, but he thought it would be fun to play the game with this Shinigami. That's why he went to the brown haired male.

He said he would help him reach his goal. He would provide his power. He would give his army. But this Shinigami didn't understand. All he saw was a child. A useless child. The Shinigami insulted the god. He called him useless, weak, unworthy. The Shinigami sealed his faith. He couldn't success. He couldn't win. But the god decided to let him try. He decided to let the Shinigami play god for a bit. Then he would tear him down at the peak of his power.

The young god did as exactly as he said he would. He provided his power. He gave his army. Then he sat back to watch.

The almost pure white male was sitting on a throne, hidden away in a cave. Well actually he was sitting upside down so his legs were on the back of it and his head was hanging down. He was in his older, almost teen like form. "You look like an idiot" a voice snorted.

The male opened his golden on black eyes. He let his eyes sweep over the other. The other male was tall, well built with strong muscles. He had unruly cotton candy blue hair with a few strands hanging over his well tanned, sharp face that held a pair of blue eyes of different shades mixing with teal panther markings at the corners of them, a sharp nose, a grin of razor-sharp, almost blade like teeth that were at the moment curled into a feral grin, and finally a jawbone like mask on the side of his face. He was dressed in white pants, his shirt missing which showed a large hole in his stomach.

The young god pressed his lips. "Why are you still wearing that stupid mask…you are the one who looks like an idiot" he snickered.

The bluenet sneered, sliding the mask off his face and tossing it into a wall. The white man laughed a watery laugh, rolling off his seat and standing up. "Is it almost time?" he asked, obviously excited.

"Yup" the other male chuckled.

Then he watched the almost colorless man squeal and start to act like a child, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He looked so happy. "HEY" the bluenet yelled.

The young god regained his composure. "Sorry Grimmy~" he apologized. "Shall we go now?" he added.

"Wait a minute…You have to wait a bit longer"

"AWWWWWWWWW"

"The Shinigami must defeat me and then Ulquiorra…before he can finish the war" Grimmjow sighed.

"…Fine" the god muttered, unhappy now.

Grimmjow gave him a nod before disappearing away. The young god smirked. "Can't wait" he chuckled.

A new story ^^ Got the idea after nearly drowning in the shower. This is only the prologue. This is sorta of a history thing...what do you guys think? Continue?

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