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"Souls!", Pistola hissed, and bowed low to the ground, making sure to keep an aura of passive non-hostility, despite the reaction of the two pressences of Majora and Seena. Pistola also didnt have the power to fight, or object with their wishes. The masked horror's survival instinct drive took over his deadly mass and moved him into hiding, the Hollow scared, but still curious as he watched the two from a distance.

"How could this be 'his world too'?", the hollow thought within his maddend mind. "He isnt a Hollow, he is filthy, something inbetween! Souls!", the thoughts continued as he fidgeted in a dark corner. Merely watching and waiting to see why the two were in the dark world of Muchos to begin with. Despite the fact he was unwanted by either, it wouldnt stop him from exploring. Even if his attempt at exploring was from afar and not up close and personal. He knew things like this would take baby steps, as with his current strength, plunging head first was not an option at this point.

Pistola scratched at his bone plate armor with his claws as he watched them, his hunger driving him to snatch up a sandmuncher class hollow that scurried past his hiding spot. There would be a breif screech, and then silence as Pistola devoured the tiny being like a sick perversion of a candy bar. The soul was nourishment, and in this case it was like a snack at the movies. This experience was just pure learning for the hunger crazed Hollow.

Pistola felt a weird sensation around his body as Majora had cast a weird magic on him, at least thats how it registered to the simple minded creature. The masked horror's survival instinct screamed in panic, while his madness was curious of the ability, and lastly his apetite was just yearning for more food. All of these emotions and feelings were taking place simultaniously in the beast as he rose up, and then floated a moment.

As Majora and Seena had left through the rift, Pistola felt strange, like a breeze was coming around him. It might have felt nice, were it not for the fact the breeze was coming from him falling. Pistola did all he could think of and punched a rapid barrage of bala at the ground, blasting it up and softening it before he crash landed. The hollow's plan was successful as the loosend terrain cushioned his impact, lessening the effects the fall had on his body.

The pain shot through him as he stood up and regained his footing. The maddend soul eater roared out into the darkness as he had been made a fool of. "Souls!! I'll kill them for that! One day! You'll see! You'll all seee!", he cried out in frustration. He had learned nothing of importance from the visitors, and this made the injuries he had suffered, and the energy he had expended a waste. His madness vowed that next time he would be more careful when spying on "guests".

Grimmtile walked up to the throne that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere too late, as its occupants had left. But he could still sense the spiritual energy that they had. He allowed himself to enjoy the feeling it gave him, a feeling of both happiness and envy. He wanted that kind of power. But he was stuck here, so he left to wander the area some more.

Luckily for him in his wandering he happened upon another hollow, smaller then him. Knowing it must have been attracted by the spiritual energy here as well, he stood his ground and waited for it to come closer. Soon he would taste his first meal of another Hollow. Soon his emptiness would be partially filled, and with that filling would come a sense of accomplishment and joy. He could hardly wait.

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Nothing seemed to emerge from the darkness, and Pistola wasnt a Hollow that could wait around forever. His body demanded movement and consumption of souls.His hunger aspect had become the dominant presence in the three way fractured instinct. So the bone devil hollow moved from his perch as he slaved under the desires of his hunger to search for food in the darkness.

This search, which was becoming tiresome, seemed to go on forever as the large scavenger hollow looked for his next snack. Pistola wished for a tastier treat, something more substantial. His survival instinct however told him to remain were it was safe and build up for his next excursion to earth, were tastier treats awaited his pallet for sampling.

As Pistola stalked through the darkness, he came across yet another sand muncher class hollow. He watched the small masked lizard-like soul bask and absorb the ambient spirit particles in the air as its food, and it brought a sick, twisted sensation to his madness. This poor little hollow didnt know what was going to happen as all of the sudden Pistola lunged from behind and pounced the poor being. The small hollow cried out in terrified roars, which werent very loud at all, as Pistola bent down to take a bite.

After a few sickening crunches, the large scavenger hollow burped in satisfaction of his kill. Pistola wasnt satisfied so much with how it filled his stomach, so much as he was pleased with the way the killing and feeding was done. It was so evil, sick, twisted, and merciless that it sent shivers down his spine. He desired to kill like that again, but on a prey more deserving of the fear. He wanted to make them feel absolute terror as he devoured their soul, and he knew soon that time would come as long as he waited and followed his survival instincts.

Pistola finally returned to Muchos from the Soul Court and his near death experience. It felt good to be home to the hollow, however something stuck Pistola as odd. He had technically been given a second chance, but for no reason. The vile bone devil hollow scrambled around and looked for a place to lay and wait for another Hollow to come along for him to devour. Pistola was hungry, and that was for pretty much everything that might cross his path. Not to mention that not only was he hungry, he was also furious for his lunch buffet of human souls being cut short by a gun slinging human. "Ssssouls!", was the only roar that came from him as he perched on a stalactite and waited for something to pass by. He almost seemed to take on a gargoyle appearance as he sat there waiting for his next meal to wander by, or a stronger hollow to tag along with to earth. He now knew better than to go looking around by himself until he was stronger.

His madness and personality fragments had begun to slowly become less talkative, however as he trained and devoured souls. It was as if each day the addition of more was silencing them down and giving him more control of his form. It was the only thing at the moment that seemed to make him even appear to be content with himself. This appeased, the bone devil hollow for now. It was like handing a baby a pacifier.

The monster inside of Pistola had grown restless, and it was driving him nuts as he finally uncurled off the stalactite with a series of sickening cracking sounds of bone joints popping. Pistola was stiff, and if only there was a Hollow chiropractor around to soothe the anger that was building up inside the beast because of it. He had anger, sadness, pain, and hunger building up as he clawed the ground of Muchos and looked down the corridor of ever shifting nothingness. The bone devil scavenger Hollow didnt see anything through the darkness with his enhanced dark vision. There were no Hollow for him to attack and use for training, there were no sand muncher class Hollow for him to snack on like candy bars. It seemed like the Cleaner had come through and left the place empty like it does every once in a great while. Pistola then decided that he would simply practice while he waited for something to appear, and he would grow for when that something did appear, so he crawled down the tunnel until he came to a clearing like spot with a huge spire of stone in the middle. It was like a crude and primal dojo had formed itself there just for Pistola to play with.

Pistola looked at the claws on his hands and he tilted his head. The titanium hard nails looked deadly, like they could shred through anything. So he looked up to the pillar, and crouched low as he roared out at the large stone fixture. His glowing eyes behind the mask lit up with excitement as he then rushed it and sliced furiously. His body twisted, as he moved to just rip apart the stone. The bone devil's claws ripped into it, but he couldnt break this as it kept reforming to flawless stone like it had never been touched. Pistola didnt notice this at first, so he put his full effort into attacking and shredding into it, a claw jab there, a slice here, and his thrashing looked like a rabid creature going nuts. Well, it was pretty much exactly that, however the training made sense in Pistola's twisted madness. The mind made no sense of the matter, while his natural instinct knew it was pushing his body further and further toward his goal of being a Vasto Lorde.

The Hollow breathed in and out as he was simply tasting and growing off the ambiant spirit energy in the air. He only paused a moment to crush a small sandmuncher class hollow and devour it like a candy bar before he reared up on his hind legs and stood upright before he lunged back down on all fours and sped toward the tower of stone. His stalwart foe stood there taunting his insanity to try and destroy the piece of otherworldly slag. His body collided with the column and his titanium tipped claws shredded into the stone leaving no real markings on the pillar. This only frustrated Pistola to the point were he aimed a clawed hand at the spire poinblank and began to punch bala off until he shoved himself backward away from it due to the shock and force of the concussion waves of the blasts. The smoke gathered around the pillar and finally settled only to reviel a small dent which then smoothed itself over. This evershifting buisness wasnt sitting well with the insane bone devil Hollow. "SSSSOULS!!", Pistola howled in frustration as he then rushed at the pillar again to fruitlessly slice at the stone pain in the neck. He was getting tired and hungry, but this pillar was messing with him something hard core. Pistola didnt know what to do with the stalagmite but he was not going to leave it alone anytime soon as he began to stalk around it slowly as if to check it for a weak spot.

Something drug his attention away from the pillar. The small sandmuncher class Hollow hissed and ran down a corridor forcing Pistola to abandon the pillar and chase after the small snack that just had to taunt him. He was going to make that minuscule Hollow pay for its insolence to a future king of Hollows. "Ssssouls!", he roared out as he pounced and stared the small Sand-muncher down. His tongue licked across its mask in a teasing manner before he simply leaned down and bit its head off, before then devouring the rest of his snack. The snack, had thwarted Pistola in another way, as the bone devil Hollow had lost his stone foe of a spire. This realization finally hit Pistola and there was a series of angry roars that erupted from the off shoot corridor. He would never find the stone pillar and he would never get to dominate it at this point. The bone devil hollow just curled up on a smaller stone structure and decided to brood for a while and wait for another Hollow to pass by. He'd probably shoot them if they were weaker than him in his current mood.