Prologue

Hueco Mundo, a world devoid of petty feelings. A world always in a state of night, a world which hungers for the soul of the living. A place where the damned roam free, craving the souls of others. Yearning to complete their incomplete being. To fill the void inside of their souls they hunger, they feed.

Hollows.

Misguided spirits, warped by their negative emotions they yearn to regain what is lost. The missing piece of their soul that they can never attain, no matter how much they feed. Still, they hunger, they hunt, they feed.

For thousands of years there existed a balance between the living, the dead and the undead.

Today however the winds of change blew atop the barren dunes of Hueco Mundo as a white skull gazed at the blank sky.

The skeleton had a weirdly elongated chin and pristine white bones. Its empty eye sockets were glued to the heavens, never leaving despite the plain view it offered. He stood there absentminded.

The deep purple academic gown he wore fluttered as the winds of Hueco Mundo picked up, revealing a crimson orb, a hole in reality, levitating inside his rib cage.

By his side, a golden scepter levitated, unperturbed by gravity it floated gently, never leaving the side of the great ruler. The staff was similar in looks to that of the Greek God Hermes's caduceus.

The golden shaft was entwined by seven serpents, in each of the squirming serpents' mouths a jewel of power was held. Each gleamed in a different color as the staff pulsed with unchallenged power.

The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, truly a God tier item capable of contending with the world itself. Such an item could only be wielded by a sole individual. The leader of the 41 Supreme beings, the Overlord, the Ruler of Death, Momonga.

As he stood there, unmoving, his eyes searching the skies, he wrecked his empty skull as he tried to recollect his lost memories. Who was he? What was his purpose? These questions tugged at the back of his mind. But it didn't matter how hard he struggled to remember; something was blocking him.

Something clouded his memories, something was missing. Something was taken from him.

He looked down at the red hole inside his rib cage.

He has spent quite a while standing atop this lonely hill and had enough time to thoroughly spectate his surroundings. This land was barren, devoid of any life. Or so he thought, but then again life always finds a way however unlikely it is.

He saw creatures which could be only described as monsters roaming the endless deserts of Hueco Mundo looking for something… they trod the lands unceasingly.

Witnessing their pilgrim Momonga wondered if they could be of assistance, after all they all had a hole somewhere on their bodies, just like him. Well, they didn't have a crimson orb, just a hole devoid of matter but it was a hole all the same, no? Maybe they knew the answer he was searching for; it was worth a try to reach out and ask them.

And so, he did. However, when he moved to intercept most had ran away, of course there were those few who stayed.

Inexplicably, they were crushed into the ground seemingly out of their own volition and went out with a sickening crunch. Later he would learn of the thing called 'Spiritual Pressure' that all things with a soul possessed and understand today's blunder. For now though, he could only wonder at the strange behavior of the locals…