Gabriel had quite a fun little time devouring that Hollow—its body tasted delicious, the most delicious thing he had eaten in a while.
The shape of his soul became increasingly clearer to him...
A massive amount of Reiatsu came pouring out of his body.
His spiritual energy began to rise.
Going from a spirit class of 4... all the way up to a spirit class of 3, on the verge of becoming a 2.
(Spiritual PowerClass)
(Equivalent Rank)
(High Spiritual Power. 6 - 4Vice-Captain/Números)
(Immense Spiritual Power. 3 - 1Captain/Espada)
He felt all the souls he had just consumed trying to become the dominant soul, trying to claim part of his soul as their own.
Was this perhaps the reason why a Menos-class Hollow's body was devoured by another Hollow? Because they could no longer adapt?
They were a hive mind, their bodies composed of countless souls, each more unstable than the last.
This was not the case for Gabriel; he was different. He had complete control over his soul and could thus stabilize it.
He could feel the souls inside him beginning to stir violently, as if resisting their fate. They clawed, screamed, and struggled, desperate to retain their identities, to break free, to take control.
But he was no ordinary Gillian.
His will was absolute.
His control over his own soul was unparalleled. He crushed every lingering fragment of individuality within those souls, forcing them to bend to his will.
He made sure that none of them could ever take control, that his soul was the only soul this body had.
All the other souls were just fuel to strengthen him.
As he was in the middle of this process, a cocoon began forming around him. His body started changing inside, violent amounts of Reiatsu erupting from his form.
He could feel his soul condensing—compressing into something more refined, more complete.
No longer was he an amalgamation of countless voices fighting for dominance.
There was only one.
His soul.
His essence.
Only... Gabriel.
A sudden, overwhelming force wracked his entire body, and a raw, primal instinct took over. His massive Gillian frame began to tremble, cracks forming along his towering black cloak like shattered glass.
The transformation had begun.
His towering form shrank, muscles compacting, becoming more defined. His limbs, once sluggish and cumbersome, twisted and restructured, morphing into a lean yet powerful physique. The oppressive, uniform mask of the Gillian splintered apart, revealing a visage far more refined, far more menacing.
The mask took on the shape he once had—the form he bore when he first became a Hollow—only now it was more domineering, more intricate. The jagged edges of his mask curved wickedly, like the face of a predator that knew no equal. His eyes, once hidden in the abyss of the Gillian form, now burned with a ruthless hunger.
His fingers sharpened into deadly claws, his stance became poised for battle, and his body radiated sheer, unfiltered power.
Then, at the peak of his evolution, he let out a roar.
A powerful, earth-shaking, bone-rattling Hollow roar.
He had evolved into an Adjuchas.
Strangely enough, he felt like there was a level beyond this.
His power was growing—he just needed to feast some more...
Power.
He needed more power.
Once he got that, he would begin looking for a wife.
Sure, his current form possessed no dick, but with his power, he could make a dick, so he was fine.
Though, he wanted to test something.
To test the shape of his soul even further.
New knowledge on how to use his abilities had flooded his mind.
So many new opportunities had opened up.
His power could be used in so many different ways—infinite potential for growth.
He lightly tapped his skin... it was about as tough as steel. No, even tougher, one might say.
Yup, he had gotten way stronger.
Now, onto the actual testing of this new strength of his.
He started running on all fours. Surprisingly, his speed was quite fast, becoming a blur in a matter of seconds.
That was good. That was always good.
Being fast was always a good thing.
With this power he had obtained, becoming stronger shouldn't be too hard. He just needed to hunt a few Hollows in the Menos Forest, and he should be relatively fine.
Eating regular Hollows wouldn't work anymore.
His only way of getting stronger quickly was to hunt Gillians and other Adjuchas like himself.
He didn't care if they were in a group.
He would take the 5 vs 1 if need be.
As long as he gained strength, that was all that mattered.
Strength.
For now... he would wreak havoc all over Hueco Mundo.
Well, Hueco Mundo seemed to be endless, so—just the Gillian Forest.
Well, time to go eat some oversized dildos and experiment with them a bit more.
He was now one step closer to his goal, after all.
A/N...the road to evolution continue