It was years and years ago when the start of all had restored the calm normality of the universe that the balance would be controlled. The total was 200 years ago that the man had begun a chaotic thread and introduced a germ. This sickness would be called deceit. That virus would mutate and churn and slowly a new view would be created. It was soon changed into lies and manipulation. A blatant blanket beneath them all. His strands creating a slowly growing fire that would consume all into a blazing fire of resentment and slowly corroding government.
The first to go would be the captain commander. A man loved and adored, with his strength and sweet personality, loving of the people around him. He would be dragged and by the hands of his own people placed in a coma where they experimented upon him. His body changed by this virus of cruelty and in the process a new being was created. Stronger than a hollow but not that different. A mask fragment, a hollow hole in his stomach and a number carved into his left shoulder. He would be called an arrancar. Tricked by the words of the men who changed him, he became the God of Hueco Mundo and started his own dynasty of arrancar people. The madness had just begun..