Records of Vivartakalpa - A Primordial Hollow Quest (Bleach AU)

[NinetyNineLies]

You are hungry.

You have been hungry ever since you opened your eyes when the burning ball in the sky rose and night became day.

You are still hungry even after you have eaten that tiny, crying thing that crawled around the cave.

And you grew even more hungrier after the black-clad creature punched you in the face and threw balls of fire at you.

The nerve of this asshole. You just want to eat, and this jerk is stopping you from eating the numerous tasty-vibing mounds of flesh that is quickly moving away from you uphill.

You are hungry, and you are going to eat this doodoohead's face. And his clothes. And his guts. And his everything.

You're just going to eat the poopiehead and be done with this annoying piss-poor hunger. Or was it supposed to be annoying pish-posh hunger?

The dirtdick beefhead screams something and throws more fireballs at you. What a dick! Can it not see that you are busy monologuing to yourself about your linguistics choices? What are they teaching kids these days?

Well, whatever. You have a more pertinent problem at hand than this grasslicker's uncouthness. How are you going to eat his face?

[ ] Run at him and bite down on his face with your fangs before he can throw more fireballs at you. (Gain the shape and abilities of an Animal)
Tiryagyoni +1
[ ] Grab a nearby boulder and throw it at his face. You can think about scraping the scrumptious flesh afterwards. (Gain the size, strength, and pressure of a Giant)
Asura +1
[ ] Make that giant and shiny red ball thing and blast a beam at his face. See how he like it being thrown balls at. (Gain greater Hunger and a bigger mouth)
Preta +1
AN: Hello and welcome to my new writing project. I'm not a good writer, so bear with me a little please. You are a newborn Hollow in a time before the Soul King is born. Hollows and Death Gods roam the land alongside normal humans and you are hungry as Hell. Eat, grow strong, and you might just escape the ever-turning spiral of this world.

 

[NinetyNineLies]

[X] Run at him and bite down on his face with your fangs before he can throw more fireballs at you. (Gain the shape and abilities of an Animal)

You are hungry. In front of you, there is a slab of food. The conclusion is as simple as 1 + 1.

You stand on all fours, and you pounce on your prey. He screams, but this time, you are able to recognize the scream. It is a different scream from before.

You hear terror in his voice. You can see his wide eyes and his gaping mouth as your open mouth beheld his head within.

And you bite down on his face.

The screaming stops. Silence fill your ears as you chew on his face and about half of his brain. You would have like to savor the taste more, but you are hungry.

You swallow the flesh of your vanquished prey.

And you experienced the highest of pleasure.

You can feel the joyful tingling in your chest that spreads across your entire body. Your spine shivers in excitement as you feel tickled by the ecstasy. Your feet are bouncing with the happiness you feel within. Your tail wags with the force of the sun. You can feel beneath your mask the stretch of the muscle as it tries to laugh as loud as it can.

For a brief moment, you are the happiest creature in all of Creation.

The universe is beautiful. You are beautiful. The faceless corpse before you is beautiful. The shiny sky above you is beautiful. The brown dirt beneath you is beautiful. The rotten smell in the air is beautiful. The artistically placed hole in your chest is beautiful.

In this bliss, you are one with everything. You can see the image of the universe in your mind. You are at peace. You are one. You are two. You are the three and the four. You are infinite. You are the zero. You are nothing and everything. You are you, and you are happy.

And just as suddenly as it appeared, your happiness is gone.

The hunger returns with a whiplash.

Your insides feel hollow.

The hole in your chest rumbles. The shaking spread to your very skin. Your entire being is hollow.

Your skin shakes with the rumbling of your flesh. It shivers and it shivers and it shivers and it shivers with desire. Your entire existence is hunger. All movement within you seek only to devour.

You are hungry.

In front of you, there is a corpse.

You eat the corpse.

You are happy.

The corpse is gone.

You stop eating.

You are hungry.

You want more food.

You want to eat.

Your instincts flare up. You remember the other slabs of flesh that ran away while fireballs were thrown at you.

You look around and see that some of them have decided to climb up the mountain and were currently staring at you. You count five - Nay, six pair of eyes staring at you with the same expression as your previous prey. Terror.

You find it unlikely that they would just go down and offer themselves for you to eat.

How annoying. The mountain is so tall, and the foods are so far away.

What are you going to do?

[ ] You have claws and you have feet. Just climb the mountain and eat them. Rawr!
Tiryagyoni +1, Asura +1
[ ] Six prey far atop the mountain. Just blast them away with your Super Blood Red Beam of Super Duper Mega Destruction. If it miss, at least you could cause an avalanche and destroy the annoying mountain.
Preta +1, Manushya +1
[ ] You know what? After eating that delicious beefcake, you can tell with a glance that these skinny twigs are very underwhelming in comparison. You're going to leave in search of more fulfilling prey.
Deva +1, Asura +1

 

[NinetyNineLies]

[X] You know what? After eating that delicious beefcake, you can tell with a glance that these skinny twigs are very underwhelming in comparison. You're going to leave in search of more fulfilling prey.

You take a closer look at these stragglers. By the glistening balls in the sky, these twigs are skinny. Has no one ever taught them the importance of proper nutrition?

There are six of them, but you are pretty sure you could eat hundreds of them and not match the calories you gained from eating your previous prey.

You take a deep breath and roar at them to see if these skin-covered bones would fall down the mountain and present themselves to you as tributes, but alas, sacrifices are a long dead virtue.

Sigh. Long sigh. Longest sigh. Most longest and deepest sigh.

No matter. The world is large and you are tiny. Surely there is a much more fulfilling prey out there in the world.

You turn away from the mountain and walk towards the forest. It is thick, with many trees of mighty girth and even mightier foliages, but there is a path of grassless dirt.

How wonderful! The universe has prepared for you the road to food, and you shall oblige.

With great excitement, you pounce on the road and begin running forward. Surely there will be bountiful feasts and banquets to follow should you go down this trail.

You run and you run. The light above seems to move alongside you as you run, and by the time it has reach the center of the sky, you are still running.

Perhaps this road is not the tributes of the universe?

But fortune smiles upon your mighty self! You hear a great commotion in the forest, and you know in your non-existent heart that your delicious feast is at hand.

You walk off the road and approach the beautiful and alluring sounds, and you find your self standing atop a cliff. Beneath you, there appears to be a great conflict happening in a clearing.

On one side, you can see numerous fat steaks clad in black. You have lost count by the time you reached ten, but you can tell that there are many dishes presented to you by the generous universe. Most of them appear to be screaming something and throwing balls of fire and branches of light.

You demand worthy food, and the universe has answered you! Amazing! Beautiful! Stupendous! You are the best, nya!

On the other side, you see a pack of vicious creatures that seems intent on eating your steaks. You count about seven, nay, six of them. One just disappeared in an explosion of smokes and fire.

All of them have holes in their bodies and each has a white face that appeared to be frozen with the exception of the jaw.

You wonder if they are perhaps your kind. You do have a hole in your chest as well, and there is something on your face that is hard and sturdy.

As you watch the fighting below, your instinct tells you that the Holed Ones are going to die from the assaults of the Dark Clads. The Dark Clads are numerous, and they attack from afar, retreating like preys whenever the Holed Ones lunge to bite them.

You are unsure as to the original size of the Holed Ones' pack, but if the one who just exploded easily is any indication, they must have had numbers on their side originally before being hunted down to their current size considering how long you have heard the commotion happening.

How weak. You could have fared better than these weak and bony runts. The Dark Clad you've eaten before was easily vanquished, and you can imagine yourself cleaving through this hunting pack of Dark Clads with ease.

You don't think either sides have noticed you yet. What are you going to do?

[ ] Jump down on the side of the Holed Ones and start eating the Dark Clads hunting your kind. Someone needs to show your brethren how it's done.
Tiryagyoni +1, Deva +1
[ ] Jump down on the side of the Dark Clads and start eating them from behind. Take them by surprise, and you'll feast on the frontlines when they are weakened and panicked. Genius.
Manushya +1, Preta +1
[ ] Jump down on the side of the Holed Ones and start eating them from behind. These weaklings would be better served feeding you than being the waste of space they are.
Preta +1, Asura +1
[ ] Jump down into the middle of this clearing and start eating everyone there. You can take them all. Rawr!
Asura +1, Tiryagyoni +1
[ ] Roar on your high position menacingly and blast everyone down there with your Ultra Mega Scarlet Beam of Bloody Vermillion Entropic Star. Who's the best? You da best.
Asura +1, Deva +1
AN: Whatever option you choose, you will not die. Not this early into the quest.

 

[NinetyNineLies]

[X] Jump down on the side of the Holed Ones and start eating the Dark Clads hunting your kind. Someone needs to show your brethren how it's done.

Your fellow Holed Ones are absolutely weak. You have seen none of them even so much as succeed in biting a limb off of any Dark Clads at all.

They move like dew on a leaf. Their pounce are like the white bushes in the sky. They bare all of their hunger for the world to witness, mewling like newborn pups looking for charity and pity.

They are absolutely pathetic in comparison to your majestic self, and you will not have your brethren acting like this. Unacceptable! The universe must have recognize your stunning brilliance and generosity for it to have lead you to this fight, nay, this parody of a massacre!

The Dark Clads aren't even trying to kill them seriously! You can tell that only half of them are in the front right now, baiting and mocking your fellow Holed Ones, while the rest watch from the back with great mockery on their stupid, foolish faces.

Travesty! Profanity! Mockery Revolting! The indignity! You'll eat their faces, nya!

Like judgement sent forth from the highest of heavens, you leap with great alacrity and immediately devour one of the Dark Clads at the front with a single bite, their entire body disappearing down your maw like the shadow of a mountain that covers the trees below. Silence reigns for a moment.

Everyone there is in awe at your sudden appearance, you can easily tell by the lack of noise they make.

And then, you can feel something rising in your surroundings. No, not rising. It is descending, a heavy weight that is being placed in the very air itself, demanding you to kneel down on your knees.

How weak. It appears one of the Dark Clads thought themselves equal to the great mountain of your birthplace.

You roar a mighty bellow that quakes the world. You are the lightning that demands worships and tributes, and your thunder is the voice that the universe shall obey.

The Dark Clad nearest to you burst and fall into a pile of his own blood. And then the next. And the next. Within seconds, you are surrounded by piles of blood-soaked meals, elegant in their presentation. You grab one of them by the head and suck it into your mouth, creating a wonderful sensation as the delicious food slides into your stomach neatly.

Truly, you are the very best like no one ever was, even in the culinary arts.

Behind you, you hear a low growl. You take a glance to see your lost brethren taking a step away from your majestic self. Good, they know their proper placement in the hierarchy.

Well, you suppose you did jump down to show these pathetic losers how it should be done. You beckon them to join you in the festivities. They prove to be hesitant. You growl at them to join you. They take a step forward, and each obtain a corpse to eat.

Bah, they can't even eat as fast as you. You are starting to wonder if they are actually the same kind as you are, when that rumbling pressure returns even stronger.

You turn back towards the Dark Clads, and you notice that the ones who were not absolutely wrecked by your great and mighty roar has retreated far away from you.

You are just about to hunt them down when the external pressure shifts. You are immediately aware of the source of your new prey.

The incoming Dark Clad is taller than the rest by a head. Her limbs are as thick as the trees of the forest, and you can tell that all of her flesh are that of mighty and destructive muscles.

If a hundred of the pathetic skin-covered bones you left behind are no match for a single Dark Clad, then a thousand Dark Clads are no match for your new prey, nay, your new opponent.

This is a being of strength. A being who imposed her will on the universe with her own power.

Just like you.

A worthy opponent. A worthy power.

A worthy feast!

Your battle will be legendary!

The Dark Clad stops and stare at you with her eyes, and you know at that moment, that she recognizes you as a worthy opponent. Her mouth opens and out comes a strange noise for a moment, but she immediately stops and shifts her head down slightly and up again.

The pressure increases.

There are to be no one else in this battlefield but you and your opponent. The winner will prosper, and the loser's soul shall be consumed by the winner, as it should be in the right and proper cycle of the universe.

You will pounce, you will devour, you will kill.

She will strike, she will shatter, she will kill.

Both sides, under the empty throne of Creation,

&%^#, THE CONQUEROR BEAST

VERSUS

@*&)\?=(, THE FLYING MOUNTAIN

FIGHT!

[ ] Strike fast, strike strong, strike true. You are strong, and you are mighty. You are the spear that strikes through all Creation and none can stop you.
Asura +1, Tiryagyoni +1
[ ] Slash, feint, slash, dodge, slash, parry, slash, kill. You are the sword that dances through all Creation. None can live in the face of your skill.
Tiryagyoni +1, Manushya +1
[ ] Power. Overwhelming power. You are the Earth Shattering Red Conqueror Star of Heaven's Bloody Fall, and your will cover Creation with your awesome light and destroy your opponent.
Deva +1, Preta +1
[ ] The world obeys your demands. You are the mighty conqueror who shakes the earth and the sky, and your opponent will burn and be crushed by your will.
Deva +1, Manushya +1
[ ] You've been feeling that sensation ever since you locked eyes with your opponent. You don't know why it's pulling you, even now, but you're going to pull it back.
Asura +1, Naraka +1
AN: Welcome to your first Boss Fight. I know the narration says there are only the two of you on the battlefield, but the option you choose will have an effect on the plot and other characters nearby. And once more, this is a narrative quest, and each option has an interesting result.

Please vote only one option.

 

[NinetyNineLies]

[X] You've been feeling that sensation ever since you locked eyes with your opponent. You don't know why it's pulling you, even now, but you're going to pull it back.

Silence.

Your body stands still, but your mind are racing like the winds on the mountains, predicting and expecting all the moves your opponent might make.

Your claws hang in the air as your paws dig into the dirt beneath. From the back of your throat, comes out a deep rumbling growl that permeates the entire field. The only sound afforded in this still prelude to a legendary duel.

On the other side of the battlefield, your opponent is in a stance, her legs wide apart and her knees bend, ready to pounce on you at the slightest twitch. Her fists are clenched and her thick arms are tense at the muscles, ready to unleash strikes that could shatter mountains.

One second passes.

The air around you is tight. It pulls on you as if you are chained to this path. To this one road. To this one fight. To your one destiny.

Two seconds passes.

The world is still in anticipation. Neither you nor your opponent have yet to move. You stare right into her grey eyes and she stares straight into your own eyes. The air is held hostage by the pressure emanated from the two of you. The world kneels in awe.

Three seconds passes.

The world grows heavy. It grows heavier and heavier. The pull grows stronger and stronger. The air grows tenser and tenser.

Four seconds passes, and you pull.

From the rumbling depths of the hole in your chest, you pull on the world.

And.

Reality.

Bleeds.

Pain.

Suffering.

Misery.

H@\< has opened.

The space in between you and your opponent bleeds a dark crimson red, darker than blood. The pressure that was so powerful beforehand disappears completely, replaced with the sense of imploding hunger.

It is a hunger separate from the hunger inside your honored gut. This is a hunger that seeks to devour your glorious corpus. Nay, this hunger seeks even more than just your flesh. It seeks your anima, your very soul, your everything.

It is +e!%, and all paths lead to it.

All of your instinct told you to jump. To escape. To run away. More intense than even the hunger inside you is the push to get away from whatever you have just break open.

But you will not.

By your great and mighty will was this decrepit reality breached, and by your awesome and majestic will shall this asshole be destroyed.

On the distance, you can see your opponent farther away than she was before. Must have jumped immediately like a coward.

Heh. One point for you, nya.

The crimson bleed solidifies into a rectangular box. And then it shatters with a sound that nails you to the ground. If you were hoping to be running awa- I mean, retreating from whatever is coming, then you won't be.

But, consolation prize, it looks like your opponent is similarly nailed to the ground as well.

Another great victory for the great and omnipotent lord of Creation, nyahaha!

Something walks out of the wound in the flesh of reality. A walking pile of bones slowly shambles out in a frankly slow gait, as if it's not even aware of where it is right now.

And then another walks out. And another. More and more seems to come out as if there were endless walking skeletons behind the meat of reality that is just ready to burst in the moment it was bitten off.

Not one of them seems to have any meat, being incredibly skinny and having their joints attached together by some kind of forces instead of ligaments or sinews.

Now that you think about it, you think you've eaten bones before. It's those crunchy parts inside the Dark Clads. Maybe you could eat these skeletons?

Haha! Infinite food!

Your musing on your newfound source of calciums is interrupted by a different thing coming out of the crimson void.

It doesn't look at all different from the other walking bones, but there is something off about it as you inspect it more carefully. You're unsure what about it makes it feels odd in comparison to the others when it turns its gaze on you.

You stare straight into its white eyes, and you know.

^$*)+_\@?6=#, THE ENLIGHTENED ONE

You know who it is.

You know what it wants.

You know your own weakness in front of it.

You are born of nothing and you will return to no- SCREW THAT.

You let out the biggest roar you have ever roared. If the nails on your paws fused you with the ground, then you'll just life the ground itself!

With the weight of the earth burdening your feet, you swing with all your might and launch a blast of dirt and stones at your new enemy. You will never surrender, you will never give up. You are the most powerful and blessed deity in all of Creation and you ain't giving charities to anyone who so rudely demands it from you.

At the same time, you can see your previous opponent launching herself high up in the air with a single jump and aiming her kick straight at your enemy.

The so-called Enlightened One is immediately crushed.

….

Well that was anti-climactic.

A movement occurs just inside your range of vision. Lazily, you move your head to bite off the blasphemer who would try to attack you only to find yourself facing your enemy once more.

Somehow, the Enlightened One still lives.

With a snarl that is definitely not shocked, you leap back away from the sudden appearance of what should have been dead.

That thing has the temerity to laugh directly at your face.

You're not taking that lying down. You lunged at its shaking head and eat its face.

You bite down on his entire head and devour it into your gullet.

Bitterness.

Vertigo.

Nausea.

It is not food. It is not edible. It is neither ecstasy or pleasure. You very nearly cough it out immediately, but your hunger persists and swallow it completely.

Yet it is like poison. You cough and cough and cough, trying to cough out what has already been digested inside you.

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Trash. Garbage. Wastes of the universe. Pointless. Crap juices. Meaty dirt. Crunchy piss.

You are still trying to puke out your very own cells when it makes itself known. The Enlightened One stands in front of you.

The Enlightened One stands to the next of you.

The Enlightened One stands behind you.

The Enlightened One is being punched in the face by your opponent.

The Enlightened One is bleeding out of the wound in reality.

The Enlightened One holds your limbs to the ground.

The Enlightened One is being cut into pieces by your claws.

The Enlightened One marches ever on.

The Enlightened One has all of his bones shattered by your opponent.

The Enlightened One continues to burn your soul with its presence.

You fight, you struggle, you cut, you bite, but you do not kill.

Your opponent fight, she struggle, she strikes, she shatters, but she does not kill.

At some point, you stand with your back against hers, standing on a hill of bones, adding more and more shattered skulls to the pile. Without even realizing it, you are now working with your nemesis together, and the both of you are slowly losing.

Your enemy is infinite. The universe is drowned in burning cold that is trying to seep deep into your skin.

The worst thing about this entire debacle is that you have completely lost your appetite. You can definitely say at the moment that you would rather not eat anything. What kind of self-respecting creature would be just like that, refusing to eat?

Tch. You better regained your appetite after this or you're going to make it your existence's very purpose to destroy everything related to this poopoo crap bones. Believe it!

Behind you, your opponent is taking many deep, desperate breath. Her muscles are covered in bone dusts. Physically, you know she is whole. Spiritually, you can tell her soul is fraying at the edge. Your soul is too powerful to break apart, but hers is clearly not.

Around you, the Enlightened One is drowning the world like a poop syrup on a freshly made pancake, pissing on delicious food like the buttface that it is.

What are you going to do now, Conqueror Beast?

[ ] The sky is still mostly uncovered. You can feel a weird phenomena while you were fighting the Enlightened One. Shave the space between you and the sky and make a tactical retreat through the clouds.
Tiryagyoni +1, Deva +1
[ ] Work together with your opponent to fend off the Enlightened One and make a path away from this cursed battlefield. You can deal with that sleazy grease after you have a good meal later. Preferably your worthy opponent.
Manushya +1, Asura +1
[ ] Eat your opponent. She is clearly unfit for any more battle, and her power would be far more effectively utilized by you rather than having it be wasted on her corpse.
Deva +1, Preta +1
[ ] Damn this. Damn her. Damn it! Damn this entire place! You are the Heaven's sent Conqueror Beast, and the universe bow to your majesty! Blast everything in this damned wasteland with your Heaven Bearing Earth Devouring Bright Scarlet Light Pillar of Infinite Universes Encapsulating Hollow Celestial Spheres.
Asura +1, Preta +1

 

[NinetyNineLies]

[X] Work together with your opponent to fend off the Enlightened One and make a path away from this cursed battlefield. You can deal with that sleazy grease after you have a good meal later. Preferably your worthy opponent.

Your current enemy is endless. More and more are bleeding out of the wound in the flesh of reality.

Behind you, you can feel your current temporary ally is flickering in intensity. The vibes of the area stinks so badly that it is slowly corroding everything else in the area. Your own fur seems to be resisting the worst of its effects, but she is clearly affected by it much more than you are.

Understandable, since she is not you, but quite vexing. This current duo have been barely pushing through the waves of bones that are increasing in intensity, most of the work was obviously yours, but if she is overwhelmed and taken down, it won't be long until it's your turn.

More sticks and bones are approaching, and you swipe them away with your claws while using your head to smash a few skeletons into pieces. Planting your front paw into the ground, you use the leverage to swing your body across several more skeletons and launch yourself into the other side of the circle you have made with your ally, right in front of her.

To say she is surprised would be understating it. She nearly leaps back, but you quickly rotate to face the crowd and pulverize most of them with a pounce. With a glance back, you stare at her wary eyes. With your elegant dexterity, you raise one of your hind legs and gesture at her with your claw to follow you.

Fortunately for her, it seems she is not stupid enough to not understand your generous kindness. Quickly, the both of you combine both of your strength to punch a trail through the endless march of the Enlightened One.

In response to this proactive action, it appears that your enemy does not increase any more intensity than it already does, as if you are merely an afterthought in its stupid plan to cover the world with its poopoo vibes.

The gall. You'll be sure to piss on its remains after you kill this excrement excreting balloon.

You bat away bones to one side, and your current ally swing her arms to the other side to make a path for the both of you.

Eventually, the two of you managed to breach the perimeter of the skeletons sea and ran further into the forest until you are sure you are out of the Enlightened One's vision. Beneath the canopy of a large tree, both you and your former opponent are resting.

She is definitely eyeing you quite intensely. With your superior emotional insight and intelligence, you know that she is wary of you. There's quite the fear in her eyes, although not as much as you would expect from someone just about to be eaten.

Right now, the both of you are resting your muscles and taking the breaths you've sorely needed, but that could change at any point.

What are you going to do?

[ ] Eat her. She is weakened and you are still mostly hale. Her strength will make a fine addition to your power.
Tiryagyoni +1, Preta +1
[ ] Walk away. Your fight will simply have to be conducted another day, when both of you are at peak condition. Preferably after you kill that shitbones.
Asura +1, Manushya +1
[ ] Walk away, then return in stealth to observe her. She was part of a large group of Dark Clads, and that bears quite the feasts if pursued upon.
Tiryagyoni +1, Deva +1
[ ] Nibble on one of her arms. Just a bit. She owes you that much after you've contributed most of the effort in that retreat attempt.
Deva +1, Asura +1
[ ] Wait until she's good to start walking again, and then challenge her to a fight. You are finishing your duel whether she likes it or not, and this time, there ain't a bloody bleeding reality to stop it.
Asura +1, Preta +1

 

[NinetyNineLies]

[X] Walk away. Your fight will simply have to be conducted another day, when both of you are at peak condition. Preferably after you kill that shitbones.

Tch. As she is right now, she is far too much of a chump to be your main dish.

She is trying to stand up, but clearly that battle was too much for her thick muscles. You very much doubt she can even muster a single worthwhile strike against you.

The standoff is broken by you first. You turn your back to your future rival and run off in the direction of the forest.

With great agility, you sprint towards the wild and vibrant forest without regards for the Dark Clad you are leaving. She is weak, and you would rather devour her when she is at her very best. For the luscious and awesome being known as your self, you will accept no substitute but the very best a person can bring.

"Wait!"

You heard the sound behind you, but you pay it no heed. You see no need to as weak as she is right now. You leave her behind underneath the tree to rest and strengthen back up again. If she is strong, perhaps you'll see her again someday and eat a truly scrumptious dish.

Running through the forest, you almost cannot believe its beauty in comparison to the tiny oopsie you did back in the clearing. It's a far cry from the screaming skies and rotting earth. That abominable piss flood is definitely going to ruin this if it had its way.

Heh. Unfortunately for it, you do have something to say about this. The beauty of this universe belongs to you and you only, and no one is going to ruin it but you.

While you are running through the viridian woods, you hear some rustling in front of your chosen trajectory. Immediately, you come face to face with the pack of Holed Ones you encountered back in the clearing, the ones being massacred by the Dark Clads before you intervened.

You count three of them, less than the amount you saw just a few hours prior. All three quickly move to retreat and run away from your fearsome mien, but an effortless growl is enough to freeze them in their spot. They haven't grown stronger since you last encountered them, which is just all kinds of pathetic, really.

As they are right now, they are absolutely not a match for you. They are weak and would barely qualify as a munchies for an appreciator of the fine cuisine such as yours truly.

What do, o Hellraiser?

[ ] They are still your kin. Somewhat. Probably. Maybe. As the greatest Holed One, nay, the greatest Hollow, it is your duty to lead the newly named Hollows into prosperity. Assert your dominance over these losers and become their new leader.
Deva +1, Tiryagyoni +1
[ ] Unacceptable. They are too weak to even consider becoming your underlings, much less your servants. Eat them, and at least their existence can serve a purpose of becoming a part of something greater than they could ever dream.
Asura +1, Preta +1
[ ] Pitiable. Truly pitiable. Their existences are worthless in comparison to ones such as you, your fated opponent, or that piss corpse. Assert your dominance over them and leave them to their pitiful life. They're just going to die eventually anyway.
Asura +1, Deva +1
[ ] The Enlightened One has numerous selves. Perhaps you can try and mimic that trick with these losers? Their lives would be far better served for your own advancements after all. You wonder what else you can actually do. The universe certainly ain't enforcing any laws if you can just stab it any time.
Manushya +1, Naraka +1