Everything was peaceful. Everything was calm.
As Gabriel's body hit the ground with a small thud, it seemed like everything would go just fine for Soul Society.
Maybe Tokinada would get to live another day after all. The nobles would get to do whatever the fuck they wanted for a while longer. If only they knew that while the fighting had been happening, every surviving Soul Reaper already knew the reason behind this war.
Because a noble fucked up, dozens of people had to die. People like Momo, Renji, and Toshiro were most likely dead. Komamura was alive... but he smelled like piss.
Ukitake had lost his life. Byakuya had lost his grandfather.
Thousands of Soul Reapers died, and all the survivors knew the reason behind it. They had all heard the announcement a month ago—and the Hollow attack was because of that. Central 46 couldn't twist this narrative...
Well, because it was dead.
Virtue of Lucius? Yeah, the man was working overtime. After getting to Yammy, he handled the two-versus-one. Mayuri fled, and Toshiro got one-shotted.
Man tried using his Bankai at full power and got neg-diffed.
No matter how you slice it, Soul Society had suffered a lot.
At least the main threat was done... at least there could be peace.
As Ichibei took one step away from Gabriel's corpse, the boy's finger twitched.
Then, the next moment—
A demonic-ass aura erupted from his body.
Shit felt dark. Very, very dark. Every member that descended from one of the Five Great Noble Families trembled in fear.
Why, you may ask?
It was dread. They didn't even know why they were scared—it seemed like it was embedded in their DNA to fear that thing.
Whatever it was.
Then, all over the Seireitei...
A laugh.
A laugh that rippled across the Three Realms.
A laugh so drenched in madness, malice, and boundless amusement that even the Hollows in Hueco Mundo cowered in fear.
The sky split apart as the demonic aura of Luz'xipher erupted, blackening the very heavens and choking out the light of the sun itself.
And in that moment—
All life in the Three Realms trembled.
Breathing became impossible.
Movement was impossible.
Existence itself seemed to collapse in on itself.
The fear of death spread like a disease, infecting every being across every plane of reality.
Even the great and mighty Ichibei Hyōsube—the Monk Who Calls the Real Name—
Before he could even blink—
His head was ripped from his body.
One second he was standing, ready to fight.
The next—
Blood sprayed into the air like a geyser.
His mouth opened in shock, but no words came.
His own body had not even registered what had happened.
A gaping hole where his head once was.
His eyes, still wide in disbelief, rolled to the ground.
And standing in the carnage...
Was him.
Luz'xipher licked the blood off his claws, grinning.
"I am free. I am alive..."
The man laughed his ass off. Oh, he was no longer bound by those freaking chains anymore.
He was free.
He was so fucking free.
His gaze landed on some Soul Reapers.
Women and children were spawning around like maggots. Oh yes, this would be fun.
He snapped his fingers.
Across the battlefield, dozens—no, hundreds—no, thousands of Shinigami suddenly exploded.
Heads, limbs, bodies—all reduced to mist.
"Adyneus, I am back. Come here—I shall rip you to shreds for what you did to me, bastard. Rip you limb from limb before tearing out your internal organs and throwing them away. Fucking leave you a shell of yourself."
...
...
...
Hm... odd. He usually showed up around this time. The best way to call him was to kill his precious creations. He loved them so much—yet thousands of them were dead, but he wasn't here.
Something here was off.
He flew toward the sky, pointed two fingers at the ground, and began charging a Bala, though this one was imbued with his demonic energy.
Making it much more potent.
Without hesitation, he fired it off.
The Bala tore through the very heart of Soul Society, expanding like a miniature black sun.
The moment it hit—
The entire city collapsed.
Buildings disintegrated.
The Seireitei now looked like nothing more than a thorn-butterfly wasteland.
In mere seconds, Soul Society was nothing more than a charred, lifeless ruin.
And still—Luz'xipher laughed.
Then stopped laughing...
Where was Adyneus?
Millions of souls had just perished, even those in the Dangai making their way through the Valley of Screams to get here.
Yet he wasn't here.
Where was he?
Then, Luz'xipher activated his demonic eyes... his irises turning pitch black, no pupils visible at all.
He was looking for Adyneus...
Then... his gaze landed on the man.
His rival.
The one who sealed him away for so long.
The protector of humanity/.
...
...
A puppet.
...
"Hhahahabhahahahhahaha!"
Oh, he was happy. This man just handed him the multiverse on an easy platter.
Hm. Yet, he'd kill this corpse. This wasn't Adyneus. This thing wasn't the man who sealed him.
Though he was in a good mood, so why not pay attention to the family responsible?
Across the shattered landscape, the noble houses of Soul Society felt it.
For the first time in eons, they felt true, undeniable terror.
They had always stood above the rest.
Draped in silk, steeped in old blood, their names etched into the bedrock of Soul Society like divine law.
They had bound the Soul King, chopped him into pieces, forged a prison from their own arrogance, and called it balance.
And now—
Balance had come undone.
The skies cracked. The very concept of order wept. And through the shuddering threads of reality... he arrived.
BZZZT—BOOM!
A static ripple bent space like wet parchment, and then there he stood.
Luz'xipher.
Not Gabriel.
Not the vessel.
But the origin.
The mistake that was too perfect to erase.
He stood before the Tsunayashiro Clan—the architects of the Soul King's mutilation—and regarded them as one might regard a poorly made dish.
"Oh... so this is the family that ripped his limbs off..."
He tilted his head.
His tone wasn't anger. It was disappointment.
"Frankly, expected better."
That's when they felt it.
The women among them collapsed first, clutching their temples, screaming.
Not from pain—
From memory.
Vivid visions burned into their minds. Not their own lives, no—their ancestors' deaths.
—One being devoured screaming, his bones grinding into ash in Luz'xipher's jaws.
—Another being twisted, warped into a fleshy sculpture of agony before being eaten alive.
—Their own souls being devoured before they even existed.
Because with Luz'xipher... once devoured, a soul is gone. Forever.
Even if the world resets.
Even if time turns back, even if the gods blink.
That soul is his.
He walked forward, leisurely, eyes falling upon an ancient blade resting atop a pedestal—Enrakyōten.
It glowed faintly, sensing him.
A flicker of recognition.
"Oh... He really did try to mimic my power."
He chuckled. A cruel, cosmic joke only he understood.
As he touched the blade, his blood spilled across the hilt—not by accident.
The blade drank it.
And turned red. Dark. Crimson.
Now?
A leash on existence itself.
He turned to the clan head, who bravely—stupidly—knelt and raised his hand in subjugation.
"We pledge all—"
SHHK—
The head fell.
Not even a blink.
The body knelt for a moment, as if confused.
Then collapsed in a pathetic heap.
Luz'xipher raised the sword lazily, admiring the blood.
"Let's take her out on a test drive."
He didn't attack the clan.
He practiced.
Graceful cuts. Casual devastation. Each kill precise, surgical, like an artist sketching masterpieces in gore.
They ran.
They begged.
He hummed a tune—something ancient, pre-language, pre-fear—and carved through them like they were made of air and lies.
All but one.
Tokinada Tsunayashiro.
Luz'xipher didn't kill him.
He unmade him.
He sliced his limbs off, one at a time—
—then regrew them.
—Then did it again.
Tokinada didn't scream at first.
He smiled.
He liked pain. He fed off it. A sadist. A predator of the weak. He thought he'd finally met a kindred spirit.
And then Luz'xipher did something he hadn't done in eons.
He used his Penance Stare.
Eyes locked.
Souls linked.
And then Tokinada saw everything.
Every soul he had broken?
Every woman tortured?
Every hollow unleashed?
He felt it.
All at once.
The pleasure he'd taken in the suffering of others turned into a boiling acid in his soul.
He clutched his chest. Vomited blood. Screamed, clawed his face—
And then begged.
"I–I don't want this... please—I don't want to live in a world where you exist!"
"Oh," Luz'xipher whispered, amused. "But you do."
He leaned down, smiling wide enough to show teeth meant for ripping stars apart.
"That's the tragedy, little sadist. You finally found something worse than you."
And with a flick of his finger—
Tokinada vanished.
Gone.
Not dead. Not alive.
Just... removed.
A space between existence and hell.
Somewhere he could scream forever and no one would ever know.
Luz'xipher stood in the blood-drenched courtyard, blade humming, eyes glowing.
Then he whispered.
"I wonder if any of you noble worms touched his heart too."
The other noble houses felt it then.
The gaze of a god who was never meant to exist.
The being they tried to keep out.
The one the Soul King bled for, piece by piece.
And now?
Now he had Enrakyōten.
And now... he was curious.
Luz'xipher stood in the heart of the Tsunayashiro estate, gore cooling at his feet, one hand in his pocket, the other flicking blood off Enrakyōten like it was lint.
He looked up at the sky.
"Hm."
"Where to destroy next?"
BZZZT—BOOM!
Sonido cracked the air like thunder snapping a bone.
One moment he was in the ruins of the noble district—
The next?
Central 46 was gone.
No screams.
No resistance.
No witnesses.
They didn't even understand what had entered the chamber before it was all over. He didn't kill them for justice. He didn't even enjoy it.
It was boredom execution.
He stood in the smoldering ruins, among twisted steel and ash, and exhaled like the slaughter was underwhelming.
Then... he turned.
Toward the remains of Seireitei.
Or what was left of it.
But there was no pride in his eyes. No cruelty. Not even delight.
Only...
Focus.
The air distorted. The shadows twitched.
Something ancient stirred beneath the rubble and realms.
A presence.
A legacy.
A fraud.
"Yhwach."
The name hissed out of Luz'xipher like a curse given form. And far, far below—
In the hidden crypts of the world, where time bled slower and breath was a forgotten relic—
Yhwach's eyes snapped open.
And for the first time since his conception, the King of the Quincy felt something he had never allowed himself to feel:
Terror.
Because he remembered.
In the deepest recesses of his All Seeing Sight, in a thousand endings and a thousand beginnings...
He remembered him.
Luz'xipher.
The one mistake the Soul King made and tried to bury in reality itself.
A being who was born of absolute rejection—of law, of hierarchy, of meaning itself.
A monster that made Sukuna look like a playground bully, that made Yhwach's almighty future-reading eyes glitch.
Yhwach had always thought himself the end of all things.
But Luz'xipher?
He was the error that ends the end.
"It's too early," Yhwach whispered, dread bleeding from his soul. "He should not be free... not now... not ever."
And just like that—
He appeared.
No sound. No movement. Just—
There.
Luz'xipher.
Standing before him like he'd always been there.
Head tilted. Eyes wide with childlike joy.
"Ohhhh... found you~"
"You're not daddy..."
"But you'll do."
His smile stretched unnaturally wide.
He stepped forward.
Yhwach tried to raise his hand.
To use The Almighty.
To scream. To beg. To rewrite fate.
But his fingers trembled. His vision fuzzed.
The paths of the future?
All ended in him.
All.
But then—
"Gabriel. That's enough."
The voice was cool. Stern. Controlled.
And familiar.
He turned.
Tier Harribel.
Of all people.
Luz'xipher's smile didn't fade.
It fractured.
His golden eyes burned.
His clawed hand trembled mid-air, raw power twitching at the edge of release.
"Oh, you dare—"
The beast raised his hand to erase her, to wipe her from all realities.
But—
Shift.
Blink.
His hand froze.
"...Huh?"
Stillness.
Silence.
No movement.
No breath.
No voice.
Only cold realization:
'I have no control of this body.'
Gabriel—the vessel, the pawn—was taking control.
He was caging him.
Luz'xipher thrashed mentally, howling, digging into the boy's memories to find out how everything had gone so wrong.
He found it.
The father.
Not the cruel man Luz'xipher had arranged—but some nobody from Mexico.
A kind man.
A man who loved Gabriel.
"Who—Who did this?" Luz'xipher snarled.
The answer snapped into his mind.
"Adyneus."
That cockroach.
That fucking interfering rat.
And then—
Luz'xipher snapped.
His soul vomited forth raw, vitriolic Latin—slurs and curses hurled into the void with the heat of a dying star:
"Merda putrida! Vermis excrementi! Tabe mori, canis foetidus!"
(Rotten shit! Worm of filth! Die in rot, stinking dog!)
"Stercus ambulans! Infame spurcum! Pulvis stercoris!"
(Walking shit! Filthy disgrace! Dust of dung!)
"Asinus retortis! Viscera tua lacerentur lente, pestis stercorea!"
(Twisted jackass! May your guts be torn slowly, shit-plagued pest!)
"Sputum pusillum! Nihilum stercoris!"
(Pathetic spit! Nothing of filth!)
"Mors lenta in cloaca!"
(Slow death in the sewer!)
The mental world shuddered.
Luz'xipher bellowed mindlessly, clawing at the walls of Gabriel's soul—
But the cage closed.
He could do nothing but drown in his own venom, powerless, seething, caged like the feral animal he was.
Yhwach slumped to his knees.
He didn't understand why he was still alive.
He didn't understand why anything still existed.
All he knew was this:
Luz'xipher was real.
And if he ever got free again...
Not even the Soul King's corpse could save them.
Not even a god could.
The Tres Bestias emerged, transformed into their ultimate forms.
They let loose their roars of destruction.
Sun-Sun, the Orochi of Ruin, coiled around the battlefield, her six serpent heads unleashing black hole-like Desolation Ceros that devoured entire regiments of Shinigami.
Mila-Rose, the Lion of Extinction, stood tall, her three heads firing Ceros that burned, crushed, and erased anything they touched.
Apacci, the Beast of the Abyss, mutated, morphed, and devoured enemies whole, growing stronger with every second.
A/N Let look at canon character who are now probably future Nephilim.
Yamamoto
Ukitake.
Renji
Momo
Rangiku
Ikkaku
Toshiro
Soifon
Dog man{forgot his name}
Shūhei Hisagi –
Marechiyo Ōmaeda –
Izuru Kira-
Last but not least....
Probaly
Gin Ichimaru