Neliel POV
Hueco Mundo was never kind. It never had been.
Neliel stood protectively in front of a small group of weak Hollows, scanning the desolate landscape. The endless white sands stretched before her, cold and indifferent as always. The only thing different now? There was order—however strange that seemed.
She had heard the rumors months ago. Barragan Louisenbairn, the so-called "God-King" of Hueco Mundo, was dead. Killed.
She hadn't cared much at the time. One tyrant gone only meant another would take his place. That was how things worked.
But then... something unexpected happened.
A few months after the new ruler took power, safe zones started appearing.
Not traps to lure weak Hollows in and prey on them. They were actual safe zones... actual areas where weak Hollows could reside.
Places where they would be protected from the threat of being devoured.
Areas where weaker Hollows weren't constantly hunted, where groups could exist without the ever-present fear of being consumed. And strangest of all? These zones were guarded.
She had watched for weeks, observed from the shadows. Human-like Hollows, clad in uniform, patrolled these areas. There were about twenty of them here, and each one of them was stronger than her.
The strongest person there seemed to be a Lesser Sin—whatever their title truly meant, they were strong. Even if there were ten Neliels, they would all lose to this Lesser Sin.
For the first time, she felt something unfamiliar in this wasteland. Hope.
Maybe this place wasn't doomed to shit after all.
Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for Hueco Mundo.
Three Months Later
Neliel had remained in the shelter, and in those three months, she had seen things she never thought possible.
Hollows came, drawn by the scent of weaker prey. They thought shit was sweet, that this was going to be free eats.
They were all brutally molested... not literally, of course. The Lesser Sin of Lust—a woman named Lilith Avarosa—was here. And when she touched them, it was over.
Her power seemed to revolve around sucking the essence out of someone.
Not once had a Hollow breached the defenses. Not once had the weaklings in the shelter been left to fend for themselves. And perhaps strangest of all, the bodies of the defeated weren't wasted.
Their meat was distributed. No one here went hungry.
Though Neliel did notice that all the food they were given looked drained, as if the souls of the Hollows had been brutally sucked dry.
She had expected the inevitable—she thought that by staying in one place too long, she would eventually begin regressing. It was a law of nature for Adjuchas. Yet, despite months of stability, despite not consuming other Hollows in combat... she had not devolved.
How?
The answer was simple.
The food provided—whether from fallen enemies or otherwise—was enough to sustain her.
Her fingers curled into a fist. This wasn't normal. This wasn't how Hueco Mundo worked.
And yet... it was working.
She had watched the changes firsthand. She had seen the system in place. The strong protected the weak, not out of pity, but out of some structured order. There was no senseless slaughter, no mindless consumption.
For the first time, there was balance.
And if that was the case...
Then maybe it was worth fighting for.
That was why she now stood in front of the registration area.
She had spent months watching. Now, she was ready.
If this "army" was what it claimed to be—if it was the reason Hueco Mundo was changing—then she would take her place in it.
She shall join His Majesty's army.
And thus, this is what she did, she would find a nearby camp where they offer entry into the army and apply.
Was she nervous, yes, she was.
However, she saw hope for this world, maybe Hueco Mundo wouldn't stay so hopeless.
There was hope, she saw hope.
The process to join was quite simple, they just needed to test her strength, hm, if that was it, she could do it.
Time skip.
She lost....horribly, to miss Lillith.
Lillith licked her lips, this Adjucha had potential, potential to be great.
The Adjucha class arrancar who were there couldn't help but shudder, Miss Lillith was at it again, well it was a tradition at that point.
However.
"Miss Lillith, his majesty requested that you do not scare hollows with potential"
Hm, that was no fun, Lillith had so many toys lined up ready to be used.
Nelliel felt a shudder down her spine as if she had just dodged the biggest of bullets.
Well, guess this plump little hollow would not get a taste of truth warmth, well she was bored.
Her gaze landed on an Adjucha class hollow.
Her finger will touch her lips, well, if she couldn't have the woman, well there was someone there for the devouring was it?
If only Nell knew how much danger she escaped.
A/N
Name: Lilith Avarosa
Aspect of Sin: Lesser Sin of Lust
Appearance:
Lilith resembles a true succubus, with a flawless hourglass figure, smooth violet skin, and piercing golden eyes that glow with a hypnotic allure. Her long, flowing black hair cascades down her back, shifting like shadows as if alive.
She has sharp, devil-like horns, a serpentine tail with a spade-shaped tip, and bat-like wings adorned with blackened bone structures. Her hollow mask fragments form an elegant crown-like headpiece around her horns, giving her a regal yet predatory look.
She wears a provocative yet elegant outfit, composed of dark, skin-tight armor that shifts like liquid silk, covering just enough to leave things to the imagination while still making her dangerously alluring.
She may or may not have a solid gold toy in her ass...
Personality:
Lilith is shamelessly hedonistic, constantly indulging in the pleasures of the flesh and seeking out powerful partners—not for love, but to take their strength.
She toys with hearts and minds alike, manipulating even the strongest warriors into moments of weakness, only to drain them of their power and leave them broken.
Though she serves the sin, her true loyalty is to her own pleasure and power. She flirts indiscriminately, exuding an aura of raw seduction that makes even the most disciplined warriors uneasy.
Power: "Sanguis Cupiditas" (Blood of Desire)
Lilith possesses a unique parasitic ability that allows her to steal abilities and power from those she has shared intimacy with—whether through physical contact, deep emotional connection, or outright domination. The more intense the experience, the more power she takes.
Consuming Desire – Any spiritual being she sleeps with imprints a part of their essence onto her, granting her a weaker version of their abilities or traits. Unlike conventional ability-stealing, she doesn't "copy" powers—she adapts them into her own form, creating something new and uniquely hers.
Hollow's Kiss – A single deep kiss from her can momentarily weaken a target, draining their stamina, focus, or even leaving them dazed with blissful intoxication. The stronger the opponent, the shorter the effect lasts, but even an instant of weakness can be fatal.
Venus' Grasp – Through physical touch, she can implant spiritual seeds of influence into her victims, making them more susceptible to her presence and commands over time.
Resurrección – "Lilitu, La Devourer" – Upon activation, her body becomes a living furnace of desire, causing those in her presence to feel overwhelming attraction or submission. Anyone caught within her released form's aura finds themselves losing their will to fight, their bodies growing weak with desire.
In this form, she also gains access to all the powers she has absorbed from previous partners, making her an ever-evolving force of destruction.
Even with all those red flags some of you degenerates would still hit.