Gabriel had done some shit. Though, he heard no noise from Lilith—she'd been awfully quiet the past few months or so.
And the human she was with... he didn't appear drained at all. His soul, for the most part, was fully healed, as if she hadn't touched it at all.
Matter of fact, she seemed to be avoiding him, as if waiting for him to die first. Something was off. Wasn't her whole scheme tricking men and then draining them dry for their powers? She already had a time power, where she could rewind time on herself and others.
If she died, she had a timer set to revive herself in five minutes... you know, so her enemy thinks she's dead and leaves the area. As anyone capable of beating her that badly is someone she has no hope of defeating, better to play dead.
As far as he was aware, that was her whole play. Oh well.
Enough about that. So after, he may or may not have gotten some from his wife, he had some king shit to do.
Some of his spies had found that Soul Society may or may not be contacting the other realms, and while Gabriel wanted to go the whole no-violence way about it—be civil about it and shit—he saw the end. And in nine million ends, it always ended in violence.
So, the best way to prepare was to buff his army even more. Buff their stats to no end. Make Captain-level the average strength of his soldiers... which, to be fair, wasn't that far off. The average strength of his soldiers—excluding the Sin, Horsemen, the Malnacidos Corps, and the Nephilim—
The Malakhim.
The Hell Squad...
Okay... holy shit, did he have a bunch of sub-divisions. Goddamn.
And there was his whole little Hell army that Yamamoto was guarding. Goddamn, he had a lot of squads to be in charge of.
But if we go by average strength of the members of the squads, excluding their captains, the Malakhim and Malnacidos Corps are stronger overall. But captains included? Easily the Nephilim and the Horsemen.
He was planning on adding a new corps, but as things stood right now... fuck no. He ain't finna memorize all those names. He even forgot the recon, science shit, and analyst shit.
Goddamn it... why did he choose to be king again?
*Pussy*
...He shall neither confirm nor deny the claim his inner demon just placed on the table.
Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd have so much land to look after. Mind you, 70% of Hueco Mundo was under his control, and that 70% would stay that way because Hueco Mundo expanded every day. So he could not truly reach 100% yet.
As a way to say how much land he governed over... let's say you lived on the outermost edge of his kingdom, which may not have as many buildings as the middle town—more like a village than anything. Do you know how long it would take you to reach the middle?
Let's say you take a commercial plane to get there. And let's assume—it goes 700 mph (even though it's probably closer to 575), but for this scenario, let's go with 700.
It would take... two whole years... assuming you take zero breaks. Because remember, the territory expands every day. So even if at the beginning it was two years, in actuality, you'd reach the middle in like three-ish years.
The fuck was he supposed to do with that much land?
And as for how the fuck he had the manpower for that shit... well, Starrk could comfortably rule over an area the size of Russia and China combined with his Sonido... so, it wasn't that hard. Plus, with him studying Nemu, he could mass-produce artificial souls, which didn't count in the soul-counting of the world, so it didn't upset the Soul King's balance. More like he couldn't do anything about it.
He was, well... crippled.
Anyway, as any dad would, he was currently in the middle of watching his two kids beat the shit out of each other.
In the middle of the field, Aurelón Infierno Sanguinoso and Serafina del Dolor Sanguinoso stood at opposite ends—siblings by blood, titans by nature.
Aurelón's spiritual pressure crashed like a tsunami. His teeth were gritted, this little demon was ready to pounce and destroy everything in sight. And for once, his Zanpakutō was in his hand—even if he wanted to have the pet as his blade...
Yes, Iko (I am not writing that shit) was their pet. The once-powerful Hollow was reduced to a house pet, as any Hollow above a certain level could make him their bitch. All the Horsemen could do it. Matter of fact, all the more powerful ones could do it.
Bet even Lucius could do it, and he wasn't even a Sin...
So yes, Gabriel turned this beast into his pet. His loyal little puppy.
Facing him was his sister.
She looked noble, and she had an air of "nothing can touch me" about her. She almost seemed unbeatable, like no one could touch her.
She would gaze at her brother.
"Let's begin," she said softly.
She clapped her hands once.
And like she was Law, she created a Room. As for the size of the room, think an American football field. She could get it to be a football field—or like the Americans would call it, a soccer field.
Yet she chose the smaller size, as this meant she had more control over it, and there were fewer variables to think about.
Gabriel would watch this and smile a bit. Hm, seemed like she was getting used to her power. Her Zanpakutō by her side, the biggest daddy's girl in the family was ready to show off.
Inside the room—no, her constructed world—Serafina's voice echoed as if from the heavens.
"Rule One: Water molecules are forbidden from forming within a twenty-meter radius of me."
"Oh, bullshit," would be what came from the boy's mouth, as his water attack would just fall into the floor. Wait... wasn't water like 2 hydrogen and 1 oxygen... why the fuck could he still breathe?
Well, the reason was simple.
Breathing just needs oxygen, really. Let's ignore the other elements in it, but this was what her rule did.
Hydrogen and oxygen can still exist separately.
They just can't chemically bond to form H₂O in that space.
So air (which is mostly nitrogen and oxygen) is fine. Breathing? Totally doable. But trying to summon water or manipulate vapor? Screwed.
Now that the chemistry is out of the way.
"Rule Two: Your Reiryoku is poisonous to your body."
Aurelón's muscles stiffened.
He dropped to one knee.
He felt like he had eaten a Popeyes biscuit and used Sprite as the drink. His own power was killing him—it was destroying him. The boy's eyes would turn a deep shade of red.
As he began to burn his own Reiryoku with the other power he possessed.
Serafina moved forward slowly, eyes filled with both pity and principle.
"I warned you. You can't win through pressure alone. You need—"
"—to cheat," Aurelón muttered.
His grin widened.
Suddenly, something changed.
...Oh yeah. Since they were Gabriel's kids, Reishi poisoning kinda meant jack shit. They had like three sorts of energy in their body, all three very different.
Aurelón stood. The poison rule held—but a part of his Reiatsu peeled off, a burning red energy that slithered out of his body and wrapped around him like a protective serpent.
One portion of his spiritual energy was poisoning him.
The other two were shielding him from it.
"I've got three kinds of Reiryoku, remember?" he said, his voice husky but calm. "Hellfire. Primordial. My natural-born one." The boy would seem happy.
Serafina clicked her teeth in frustration. She should've accounted for this. Aurelón's spiritual power wasn't just massive, it felt sentient.
He blurred forward.
BZZZT—BOOM!
He would once more rush at his sister, attempting to beat her ass like any good, reasonable older brother would to their little sister. Like come on, tell me you haven't drop-kicked your sister at least once...
Serafina would narrowly dodge left, her hand sweeping down to impose another rule—
"Rule Three: Density-based physical strikes are softened upon contact—"
Aurelón's fist still grazed her shoulder.
Even with the rule, she was flung backward, slamming into the side of her own domain like a cannonball through glass.
Smoke hissed from her uniform. She rolled, coughed, and stood again, laughing despite herself.
"Okay..." she muttered, eyes alight with glee. "So you're not entirely stupid."
Aurelón cracked his neck. "You gonna throw more rules at me or you finally gonna fight?"
"...You fight like a brute," she said calmly.
"Shut it, angel," he said as what seemed to be demonic wings were spreading behind his back. So... he was going to use his Resurrección, huh.
He would watch as his kids raised their blades.
He would first look at his son. The man was first. He would raise his Zanpakuto. As for the name, it was:
"Soberano del Abismo"
(Sovereign of the Abyss)
He didn't know why the name seemed so long. Usually, the names were like one sentence long—but oh well.
The boy would release his blade.
"Baña el mundo en ruina... Soberano del Abismo."
He looked like a demon. At first, he seemed to be going with the whole water aesthetic, but as the transformation finished, his eyes were now red, he had some horns, and some chains. His weapon appeared to be a trident... resembling his mom.
How sweet of him.
If it wasn't for the amount of Hell aura coming off of him, he would look quite sweet.
His power in this state was buffed by a lot... roughly like Super Saiyan 3-type buff... yes, it was that bad.
Pray for his future opponents. 400x base was not something to scoff at. Yet, with the boy's horrible control, the power was more like 50x base. If he was having a rage amp—like 100x base—but nowhere near that 400x.
As for his daughter, she would take out her Zanpakuto. Its name:
"Santa Invertida"
(The Inverted Saint)
"Eleva el juicio... Santa Invertida."
She would grow six wings, which were silent screams of light; her halo shattered behind her like a crown of fallen divinity. She wasn't here to save anyone. She was here to judge.
Now that the whole aesthetic is out of the way, what kind of ability had these two demons gained from those forms of theirs?
Well...
"All fire is nullified in this space."
This was one of her abilities in this form. Think of it like a Shikai ability... yes, Shikai. Segunda Etapa was still an achievable goal for them... so yes... Shikai. The ability was simple:
She can write laws into reality for a limited time. These laws, written in the blood of the battlefield, affect everything:
"All who bleed, burn."
"Movement above this height is forbidden."
"No lies may be spoken."
Only three can be active at once.
So basically, her original ability—but buffed. As in, she doesn't need the room anymore, and she's affecting reality itself. So as long as you exist within reality, you have to follow those rules. Or—you know—you could just be in another realm.
Kamui is a 50%/50% cause—whatever piece of you catches a stray—it's GG.
Aurelón blinked once... all of his Hellfire... gone.
"Cheater," he muttered, voice distorted like a beast roaring underwater.
But she wasn't done.
"All who resist divine order shall bleed."
Another law etched into the sky, glowing crimson now. Aurelón's steps became painful. The more he exerted himself against her rules, the more blood forced its way from his pores.
Still... he grinned.
His lava eyes flashed.
"You think I don't know how to break rules, Aparición Infernal?" (He is not calling her, but using an ability here.)
Chains exploded from his back like artillery, hurling themselves toward her. Seraphina dodged, gracefully weaving through like a dancer—only for a flaming lion avatar to erupt behind her with a BZZZT—BOOM! and snap at her wings.
She countered immediately, summoning Espinas Celestiales. Holy spears of memory-piercing light launched out like missiles, impaling the lion—before one nicked Aurelón's shoulder.
He growled. "That one hurt."
Seraphina's eyes narrowed.
"That was the point."
She flew in, her movements pristine and swift—every strike designed to incapacitate, not brutalize. Aurelón met her, trident spinning, water converted to steam, then condensed again into boiling spears.
He shouted:
"Mandato del Pecado: Envidia!"
Her own wings twitched. They grew heavier.
Envy dragged her down—not just physically, but emotionally. She felt his strength clawing at her, demanding equality, demanding more.
She knew this skill. It was Mandato del Pecado – a demonic "Commandment." Aurelón can invoke any of the Seven Sins and apply its curse to his enemies. (Ex: Sloth = slowed time, Wrath = blood boils, etc.)
"Cheating again," she hissed.
"I'm the oldest. It's my divine right."
They clashed in midair, explosions of molten fire and divine light tearing through the battlefield. Spears shattered. Chains snapped. Laws bled. Wings cracked.
The entire area looked like a miniature apocalypse.
He would use Aqualinferno, in order to turn the moisture in the air into ash. If breathed in, it would burn you from the inside type shit—but she knew Kaido, had healed herself. She began using the nearby Reishi in order to make herself a Reishi Mask... a Quincy ability...
Wow, this was supposed to be a Hollow-on-Hollow match, but here she was using all the skills in her arsenal. Not fair.
Deciding he had enough, he would use his trump card.
Trono Ardiente (Burning Throne) – A domain ability. In this space, every enemy is "judged." Their sins manifest as firebrands on their skin—the more they have sinned, the more they get hurt.
TL;DR: Any noble or scientist hit by this move instant dies—so Kisuke, Aizen, or the nobles of Soul Society.
...
"Did you eat my cookies?"
...
The little girl looked embarrassed. What was she supposed to say?
"Yes... I have," she said, looking slightly embarrassed.
He would watch as his ability judged her sin.
|GUILTY|
As the verdict was done... she felt it... her technique was sealed. For the next 30 minutes, she didn't have access to her technique. Since her crime was minor, this was her punishment. But if, say, she were to—I don't know—slaughter a bunch of Shinigami to make a Hogyoku...
Been aware of the abuse happening in the world, and while she had the power to fix it, did nothing about it—upheld said system?
She would be cooked.
TL;DR: All of Soul Society? She would've gotten the death penalty. Which, given the boy a blade—and if said blade touched you—you instant die. Also, your technique is gone. So there's that.
The two would fight. She would avoid her older brother, parrying his Cero and absorbing all the blows he aimed at her.
Until eventually... she would.
She would transfer all of the damage she had taken so far... to her brother.
He would fall to the floor, eyes white, out of his transformation.
She would almost fall, but planted her blade on the ground... her Resurrección running out at the same time as her brother's, yet she remained standing—only because she had her blade planted on the floor.
...
She... won.
Current Score.
{Seraphina} vs {Aurelón}
{100} – {0}
....
A/N Something tell me, he would be very petty about it. Anyway, here the ability below.
Aurelón Infierno Sanguinoso – Resurrección: "Soberano del Abismo"
(Sovereign of the Abyss)
"Baña el mundo en ruina... Soberano del Abismo."
("Bathe the world in ruin... Sovereign of the Abyss.")
Theme:
Aurelón's Resurrección embodies hellfire given will, a warped regalia passed down from the beast itself hiself. Where Harribel brought calm oceans and pressure, Aurelón manifests the boiling oceans of Gehenna—divine flames that reject salvation. He is regal, terrifying, and completely unchained in this form.
Appearance:
His body becomes a fusion of charred obsidian armor and burning bone, like a molten demonic knight.
A crown of horns spirals upward, and burning chains wrap his forearms and legs like the shackles of the beast.
His eyes are pools of lava; his voice causes reality to ripple.
Core Abilities:
Aqualinferno – Converts all moisture into hellfire vapor, igniting the air itself into oppressive, dense flame. Water becomes a conduit for burning, not healing.
Trono Ardiente (Burning Throne) – A domain ability. In this space, every enemy is "judged." Their sins manifest as firebrands on their skin.{think Higurama from jjk"
Mandato del Pecado – A demonic "Commandment." Aurelón can invoke any of the Seven Sins and apply its curse to his enemies. (Ex: Sloth = slowed time, Wrath = blood boils, etc.)
Aparición Infernal – Like his father, he can temporarily conjure hell-born avatars—flaming beasts, winged demons, or burning soldiers—to overwhelm his enemies.
Seraphina del Dolor Sanguinoso – Resurrección: "Santa Invertida"
(The Inverted Saint)
"Eleva el juicio... Santa Invertida."
("Raise judgment... Inverted Saint.")
Theme:
Seraphina embodies the tragedy of an angel born to the Devil. Her Resurrección is not destructive in the traditional sense—it is order imposed so violently that it bends reality. She does not burn. She ascends—and forces the world to submit to her divine will.
Appearance:
Clad in white-gold bone armor shaped like ceremonial vestments; six spectral wings emerge from her back like inverted light.
A halo floats shattered behind her head, orbiting like broken moons.
Her hair lengthens and glows softly, but her gaze is cold, like a saint turned executioner.
Core Abilities:
Dictum Veritas – She can write laws into reality for a limited time. These laws, written in the blood of the battlefield, affect everything:{Tldr, a buff version of her ability}
"All who bleed, burn."
"Movement above this height is forbidden."
"No lies may be spoken."
Only three can be active at once.
Ascensión del Dolor – Converts enemy suffering into wings of judgment—each time her enemy is wounded or mourns, her power expands. Her wings grow larger, more blinding, more absolute. She can also use this skill to transfer any and all damage done to her to her opponent, something like making the evil person suffer as much as they made you.
Espinas Celestiales (Celestial Thorns) – Constructs weapons of light, but once they pierce a foe, they cannot be removed without undoing a memory. The more a foe clings to the past, the more damage they take. So if she used it on Aizen, we could say his memory of finding out about the truth of the soul king would be the one there....and the more he cling to it, the more damage he take, and if he let the memory go, shit just erase from his memory so on and so fourth.
Serafín Caído – Her final form: a being of half-radiance, half-shadow. Every truth she speaks becomes unavoidable—her voice replaces fate. ("You will kneel." = you kneel.)
If she say kill yourself, you will kill yourself.
If she said your mom swallow you, your mom would have swallowed you...you get the gist.
{How dam op are those fucking kids}.....you are an hypocrite you know that. Your goddam daughter out here creating actual worlds for her fanfic and this is stretching it.
{.....aight, go on}