Seven Sins - Bleach Style

[This is a short, fan-fiction-like blurb about my own RP character, Lust, and another of my original characters, Chaos.]

     "...To think... I was missing such a large piece of me... without even noticing." Her fingers traced an elegant path along the hard surface that had formed on the left side of her face. Each new touch to it gave her a deeper sense of ownership over that which she had once lost.
     "Ah! You remember now, then, do ya?" Sprung a childish male voice on the other side of the room. "Lemme hear then, you're such a good story-teller, Lusty."
     She breathed a sigh and gave a slight nod.
     "If you insist."

     I was human once. I remember that much, but I can't recall my name. I suppose it doesn't matter now, anyway. My life there... on Earth, I mean - was pretty normal for a human, I suppose. Pointless and boring, for the most part. I met a boy, however, and gave him everything for his love. It was pretty pathetic, really. Looking back on it. However, that's also where it all started.
     That man proposed to me, I remember. Yet, for some reason, at the time, I rejected him. I needed more time to think, or something. I meant to say yes, I really did. I meant to marry that man.
     And then I got sick. Really sick. With some kind of human disease that attacks your lungs. To make it worse, the small human village that I lived in had no doctor. By the time the one from the next village came, I was already staring Death in the face.
     So I died. Sadly, death wasn't nearly as glamorous as the humans would have liked it to be. Maybe it would have been, if I had moved on, instead of wandering the earth as a spirit like I did. For some reason though, I couldn't move on. I remember that I kept telling myself that I had to find that man, had to tell him what I had wanted to tell him when I was alive.
     I did find that man. Unfortunately, though, normal humans can't see spirits. Or hear them. Not even of their previous lovers. So, I found myself following in his shadow for years, just hoping that he could see me for a split-second.
     He never could. It was a pretty hopeless endeavor from the start, but then again, I was young, naive, and stupid. So, after following this guy around for years and being ignored countless times, my heart began to give way to corruption. After all, I had never known love, only lust.
     As time went on, the pain I faced became greater. There was no one there to save me from my own demise and I was far beyond the point of saving myself. My heart decayed beyond the point of salvaging, and one day, I lost it altogether.
     The day I became a Hollow. I remember it pretty well, actually. I suffered the most stress and pain ever that day. It makes sense, I guess, I did lose my heart, after all.

     "Hoooold on, Lusty!" The childish voice perked up again, interrupting her story. "Lemme see your hole again! You got it that day, right?"
     The violet-haired woman gave him a rather irritated expression, before finally rolling her eyes. "Fine." She reached to the back of her neck, unclasping the heavy collar that she wore. The large bell on the front of it jingled as she brought the collar away in her free hand.
     With her collar removed, the large hole in Lust's neck was clear to see. The hole itself was a perfect circle, about 3 inches in diameter. It was situated in the middle of her neck. No blood or gore could be seen through it, only pure black.
     "Ohhh..." Came the boyish figure's reply. "Whaddya call that again?"
     "A Hollow Hole, symbolizing the absence of one's heart." She replied, just as irritated as before.
     "Oh... Okay, go on now."
     
     I received my Hollow Hole that day, to show that I had lost my heart. From that point on, I don't remember even having feelings. Just pure instincts. And so, in order to hide and protect those raw instincts from the world, I was granted a mask. A Hollow's Mask.
     That is not where it ended, though. At this point, any human influence was unrecognizable. I gave into woe, pity, and lust, and they made me into a vengeful being. A very strong one, at that.
     As my mask took shape, hiding my face from the world, so did my body shift. Driven by the waves of previous anguish, my spirit warped into a form that was as unrecognizable as my face.
     I became a Hollow. My corrupted spirit had taken on the form of a massive spider, and my newly completed mask reflected that. I no longer knew pain, anguish, or grief. Only vengeance and hunger.

     He was my first victim, I remember. The man that had asked me to marry him - he was the first soul that I devoured, in hope that his soul would fill the gaping void that was now my heart. Yet, it did nothing but make me wish for more.
     I don't remember how many human souls I devoured. A great number, I'm guessing, as before long, I had drawn the attention of the Shinigami. Apparently, to them, I was becoming a threat to the human-kind, like most Hollows were. It made no difference to me - I must have feasted on just as many Shinigami.
     To the Shinigami, I became known as Sombra Viuda, or The Shadow Spinner. There were many shinigami which stood up to me, but to me they were just another meal. I gradually became more powerful, but with more power came more hunger. It got to the point where I was not only feasting on humans and Shinigami, but even my Hollow brethren.
     I still remember that hunger.
     The whole thing went on for ages. I ate and ate and ate until there was nothing that could satisfy me, yet I could not quench my hunger. But, I did escalate in power. As I did so, I changed in both form and mindset.
     As my power increased, my outward appearance shifted back to look more like a human's - except I kept my mask and hollow hole, of course. I eventually reached the moment when I had been fulfilled. My body became what it is now, and my thoughts were now much more complicated than the simple Hollow instincts. I no longer needed to hide behind my mask.
     So I tore it off.

     "Mmm... But Lusty, then why do you still wear that piece of it, then?" The voice interrupted again, making a gesture towards the piece of the spider-like mask that covered the left side of her face.
     She paused for a second, unsure of the answer. "I don't know... It's precious." She paused again, touching the fragment of her mask. "I'm not really sure. Maybe it's just not something that we Arrancar can force ourselves to do."
     "Arrancar?"
     "A hollow that has removed their mask to become more like a Shinigami. I was getting to that."
     "Oh, right."

     I had become an Arrancar now, the highest level a hollow could reach. In essence, Arrancar are the Hollow versions of Shinigami, and are about equal in power. I don't really remember much after that, because I only spent a little amount of time as a true Arrancar.
     Just as things started going good, I lost it all. I was betrayed by a fellow Arrancar and cast out. Myself, along with seven others, were exiled to Death's Cathedral, or what the humans call Hell. We were stripped of our masks, memories, everything.
     From then on, we served under Death as the Seven Sins. I became Lust from that day forth, and along with the others, counter-balanced the good influences of the human world with our own. Not bad work, but nowhere near the scale of what we had once been. But, that life was gone with the remains of our masks.

     "Until I got them back for you." The boyish voice chimed in as Lust's story ended.
     "Mhm... And with the mask came the memories." She responded, once again letting her hand grace over the rough surface of her mask remains.
     "Yeah, it was a good story while it lasted, but now I'm bored."
     Lust snapped back, pulling her hand from her face. "By the way... How did you manage to get the mask fragments back, Chaos?"
     "Ah... Lust. Always with the unimportant questions." Chaos retorted, a grin appearing on his face. "Doesn't matter. All that matters now is that you owe me."