Disclaimer: I do note of Bleach. Its worlds and characters are creations of Tite Kubo. I do not own Spawn. It worlds and characters are creations of Todd McFarlane.

Author's Note: Hello fellow Bleach and Spawn lovers. This is my revision of the first chapter of the Hellspawn Arc. Each of the old chapters have been deleted and are being improve to better fit in with the characters of the bleach universe. Sorry for the long wait, but please expect each chapter to be better than ever.

Chapter I: Resurrección

Son of a Bitch!

Al Simmons, former known as Spawn, floated within an endless void; his eyes the only light with this dark and empty place. He had forgotten how long he had been within this place of existence, time held no concept with this realm. He should have been removed from existence, he had planned his death on a fixed point in time, an area where his first rebirth as a hell spawn had occurred. Yet it seemed he had miscalculated how the universe with fuck him over as always.

"Not only able I powerless, but that bastard Malebolgia somehow survived…"

Al Simmons stopped talking for a second, suddenly realizing something odd. He was speaking, yet he add no mouth, not vocal cords; anything. Looking down, his eyes widened. His body...it had returned to him! Not the Spawn body, but his real body. He took a moment to look at the clothing attached to his body. He wore white jack with black robes and a black hakama tied to his waist.

"What the hell?"

Not hell Al Simmons, something much more divine.

Al's head snapped towards the directions of the voice, his hands small forming fist and bursting into green necroplasmic energy.

"What the fuck do you want, M.O.M!" Spawn shouted, his green necroplasmic eyes glowing brighter with rage. This, immortal being had been screwing with life in the universe since the dawn of time; and Al Simmons did not like being anyone's puppet.

The immortal known as the Mother of Creations or M.O.M. for short appeared in here true form; she was beautiful black woman who was nude and covered only by tattoos of the universe; each tattoo constantly moving to reflect their real counterparts. He blue eyes gazed at Al Simmons before she began to speak, her voice speaking directly to his soul.

Calm down, Al Simmons; we both know that you could not harm me.

"We can test that…"

Remember who and what you are talking to. I am a patience being, but do not take my kindness for weakness.

Al's eyes continued to glow for a few seconds before dimming down to their original brown color. His angry was misplaced and curses himself for it. M.O.M. was the creator of the universe, the mother of many worlds, and the destroyer of all in the end. All she did was attempt to help his life, one that he had screwed up severely.

"Care to explain why I'm dressed like this and where I am?"

You are in my realm, the very fabric of existence, and the reason for you clothing is because I require your help in a personal matter.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not sure how I can help you with anything. My powers are pretty much empty." Al responded, feeling the effects of his early outburst moments ago.

I can restore them, and your former life before hell, if you can complete this task for me.

Al's body froze, his eyes gazing up at M.O.M., his eyes full of shock. If what she was promising what true, he could return to earth, human and free of this curse of Spawn. Free to go back to Wanda…

He eyes then turned full of sadness and his head dropped as he spoke again. "There is nothing back there for me, I can't help you."

But I may be able to help you Al Simmons. You seek death and an escape from existence; free of heartache and sorrow. I can give you that. You need only agree to do my mission.

Al Simmons didn't respond for a several minutes, his mind thinking out what this mission could be. But to be free from the burden of a constant damned existence, he welcomes that life.

"If I do this, I want all my powers restored. Every single one." Al Simmons looked up at M.O.M. who seemed to think for a moment before nodding her head.

You will have access to all those powers. Some of them such has your divine and green world powers, will require much more of your power to use due to the fact that you have just receive your body again. Do you agree to these terms?

"Just tell me what you need me to do."

That is up to your decision Al Simmons. This world I am about to drop you to belongs to my son. I fear a conflict with arise that not even his forces can stop, so I have given you the robes of his elite guard to avoid any conflict with the inhabitants there.

"How will I know who are my allies and who are my enemies?"

All will come in time, Al Simmons. When you vanish from this realm, every single memory of this world will be given to you to help benefit you cause. All that I ask is that you find the redemption that you still seek.

"There is not redemption for creatures like me; you and I both know this already." Al Simmons's spoke, noticing the walls of this reality began to crack open.

Then survive, Al Simmons.

M.O.M. clapped her hands; causing her and the rest of her reality to shattered, leaving Al Simmons's to free fall thousands of feet from the sky. As the wind scream in his eyes as he began his descend he felt several sharp pains within his mind. The memories began rushing in at full force. Damthis hurts! Al's body began to spin as his speed downward continued to increase, causing his eyes to glow green as he surrounding his body in green necroenergy; attempting to protect his body as the memories continue to pound within his mind. He only hoped that the pain to disappear before his body struck to ground.

Jūshirō Ukitake glared up at Sōsuke Aizen, the man being protected by the Negación; he took a moment before he spoke, his eyes showing a rage rarely seen within the kinder captain.

"What are you trying to do?" Ukitake, spoke, his robes blowing slightly with the wind. Aizen gazed down at the man before speaking, his face calm and without anger.

"To go higher."

"Have you fallen in the process, Aizen?!" Ukitate yelled, only causing Aizen eyes to close his eyes before he responded once again.

"You are too arrogant Ukitake. No one starts at the top of the world."

Aizen opened his eyes to gaze down at his former friend, his left hand reaching to remove his glasses.

"Not you…not me. Not even gods."

Aizen right hand pushed back his hair while his left shattered his glasses…

"But unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on…"

The kindness in Aizen eyes was gone; they know held the gaze of a royal looking down upon the peasants on the ground.

"I will be sitting on it.."

Before Aizen could speak again, his gaze drifted upward, the hellish spiritual pressure causing cracks to form on the negación. Every captain, including the other two traitors started up at the suddenly demonic green glow descending upon them.

"What an interesting turn of events, Captain Aizen." Gin whistled as the demonic energy vanish inches before hitting the ground, revealing a black male with similar robes of the rest of the Gotei Thirteen. Only his insignia was much different.

"Royal Guard!" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto yelled out in shock, causing the rest of the captains and the ryoka to tense up. How much of the threat is Aizen for the king to send one of his guards here. Aizen gazed down at the figure, only to smile at this figure glowing green eyes and the unnatural spiritual pressure his body was radiating. Interesting.

The figure gazed up at the three captains, his eyes narrowing at Aizen, before his point a single hand at him.

"Sōsuke Aizen, you may escape now, but understand that when I find you again; I will rip you beating heart from your chest and devour it myself."

Aizen grinned, his spiritual pressure seeming to resonant with the man's own. "Until that day Royal-sama, this is good bye..captains..and ryoka."

Al Simmons gazed up at the disappearing traitors, his body and mind aching from the flood of memories given to him by M.O.M.; His human body tensed up, noticing the looks and gazes from the other captains of the ryoka around him.

"Before any of you speak, understand that I do not even have the strength to stand up right now; I'll answer your questions once I regain consciousness." Al spoke before his eyes rolled back to his head and the man dropped to ground; welcoming the return of darkness.