Today, Gabriel wasn't stuck on babysitting duty. His wives were taking care of the gremlins—those little demons, spawn from Hell. Okay, maybe he was being a bit harsh, but come on.
Each of those demons alone had the power—yes, raw power—of a second seat. Captain-level if they used Resurrección, which for some reason, they seemed to have been born with.
So yes, his seed were actual demons. Spawn from Hell.
Should've realized that sooner, but oh well. On a good note, none of them were transmigrators. He couldn't let that shit slide. If that did happen, he would 100% kill them.
No questions asked. As by this point, that wouldn't be his kid anymore—that would be someone else. Something else. And he'd much rather not gamble on that chance.
So yeah... damn, were his thoughts dark. He didn't even flinch at the thought of actually killing his flesh and blood... well, while they would be that, that wouldn't be them anymore. The mothers would be mad at him—probably for a while—but he'd coax them eventually.
He'd already explained the concept of transmigrators to them, so it's aight.
He also did some changes to their senses, so now they could sense if that wasn't the original soul in there. So yeah.
Anyway, back to the kingdom shenanigans.
He sat down on his throne and listened to Corvus speak.
"Our hold on Hueco Mundo has reached 70%, my king," Corvus said coolly, gesturing to the ever-shifting borders. "And it grows by the hour."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow.
"Right. Because Hueco Mundo grows."
"Correct. The dimension expands like a breathing beast—unstoppable, unstable, infinite. But it bends to you now."
Gabriel smirked, eyes half-lidded.
"And resistance?"
Corvus's grin was faint but cruel. "Crushed. Utterly. Those who refuse kneel. Those who kneel bleed loyalty. The rest... fertilize the sand."
A long pause.
Gabriel leaned forward, voice quiet, almost amused.
"I assume you've left some enemies alive."
"Of course. What is conquest," Corvus said with a small bow, "if not a performance?"
That was good info. Now, would be to check on his progress in the human world.
And Soul Society.
Hm. Speaking of Soul Society, Urahara had been finding his spies with this new machine he made to detect Hollow Reiatsu. Oh, the cheeky fella.
It also detected if someone had been fucked with mentally.
Truly was a genius like no other. Fun.
The thing was, Gabriel wasn't worried, as—
[POV CHANGE – SOUL SOCIETY]
As Mayuri was experimenting on a Hollow... for just a split second, his Zanpakuto's eyes glowed red.
He himself didn't see it, nor did he see the demonic red eye looking at what he was doing.
[BACK TO GABRIEL]
It was truly funny—if the scientists thought they could hide info from him.
Sure, Urahara could try and feed him false info, but Gabriel could see the end, so he knew if what he was seeing was fake or not.
Alongside a lot of other abilities. All of this to say—
Kisuke stood no chance.
But...
He wouldn't mind playing with him.
As Gabriel looked at the palm of his hand, he saw Soul Society. Poor little puppets. May they continue to entertain him.
They had lost all their credentials in his view the second he saw their past. They weren't no balancers. Those bastards were tyrants. Abusers.
They didn't deserve shit.
Speaking of which, Gabriel had Mimihagi now... all of Mimihagi, alongside all the countless Soul King pieces that Soul Society had... so he could mass-produce his own Fullbring army.
Or better yet... form the ultimate weapon against the Soul King.
How fun.
[SCENE SHIFT – LILITH]
Lilith sat by the window, moonlight outlining her like a gothic painting brought to life.
The Sin of Lust.
Once a minor Arrancar—now elevated into a being of potent sin-born Reiryoku. Her beauty wasn't just weaponized—it was a curse, laced with psychological ruin.
But tonight?
She was mourning.
She cried a bit, mourning her hubby's death. He had died of old age, and also, apparently, having his life force sucked out of him...
She also wore some clothing that perfectly hugged her figure. It left little to the imagination. It seemed too good to be true... as if it was a trap...
Don't question it.
One of the man's old friends looked at this absolutely MILF on the floor crying and couldn't contain his horniness. Like come on—if you were in his spot, you'd do the same thing.
A voice broke her trance. "You... doing okay, Lilith?"
The Fullbringer—a young man with spiky black hair and gentle eyes—stood awkwardly in the doorway, holding a mug of tea. He wasn't even an officer. Just someone who had... lingered.
Her lips curved upward in a bittersweet smile.
"So sweet," she whispered, voice like silk dipped in sorrow. "You always come check on me."
He sat beside her, trying to comfort her as she leaned on him. Her breath tickled his neck.
"I just... miss him, is all."
He nodded. "I can't imagine losing someone you loved that much..."
Lilith leaned in. "Mhm..."
[LATER — LILITH'S BEDCHAMBER]
The room was lit with soft blue flame-lanterns. Her mask fragment shimmered faintly against the sheets.
She stretched her arms overhead with feline grace, bones clicking faintly as she moved with controlled sensuality. Her hair spilled like ink over her back.
"Mmhh... playing the grieving wife really is exhausting," she purred, yawning. "All that crying..."
But oh well. What was 80 more years? She could always do it again. Humans and their short lifespans.
Also, as a Hollow, sex with her may or may not be dangerous, as she quite literally sucked your life essence out. While for Hollows that wasn't a big deal—they were made of thousands of souls—for humans... yeah.
Her husband was in his 40s, and looked 80. Don't question it.
So technically, she only needed to do 20 years... how fun.