After Gabriel had gained control of his own body, it might have taken the vast majority of his willpower—but oh well, he did it.
Suppressing the beast was pretty hard, but the mere thought of what would happen to his wife if he didn't passed through his mind, and all of that vanished. He wanted her safe.
He would gaze at Soul Society... it was a mess now, brought to its knees. The military might of the Gotei 13 was gone.
Gabriel made his way toward Shunsui... the man was beaten, his hat practically destroyed, he was missing an eye. His Zanpakuto's Shikai state seemed to have been chipped, and blood leaked from his mouth.
All in all, he looked like shit.
Gabriel stood in front of the man, looking at him. He was the strongest person around that wasn't a member of Squad Zero.
And he was the old man's disciple... so.
"A ceasefire," Gabriel said. "In exchange for Tokinada Tsunayashiro, every Tsunayashiro historical record... and the majority of the Research and Development Division's archives."
A pause.
"Heh... your price went up, huh..." he rasped. Well, he kind of expected as much. If Gabriel had said anything less, he would've thought something was up.
A smirk.
"You get to live. That's a discount."
Shunsui coughed, blood speckling the rubble.
Gabriel tilted his head slightly.
"This is war. And I won. You're lucky I'm not charging interest."
He smiled. It was sharp.
"Unlike last time, I give Soul Society four hours to comply with my demand. If not—"
Thousands of Garganta began appearing all around Soul Society and the Rukongai.
The message was clear.
And then he turned, leaving Shunsui in the dust of defeat.
Hours later.
The air of Seireitei was silent again—save for the dragging of chains.
Tokinada Tsunayashiro, bound in Reishi cuffs, his limbs still bearing the scars of Luz'xipher's "playtime," was marched to the center of the ruined Soul Society. A Garganta opened before him.
Oh, so Soul Society actually decided to listen.
Well, at least they weren't that dumb.
Gabriel stood at the gate, arms folded.
Enrakyōten strapped across his back, now fully resonating with him. It pulsed faintly, echoing with the multiple Zanpakutō essences it had consumed over its twisted creation.
"So you're the reason for this war. How does it feel knowing you caused this?" Gabriel muttered, eyes cold as he stared at Tokinada.
He gave a half-laugh. He didn't even hate him. Just regarded him like a worm under a microscope.
His attention shifted.
To the remaining members of Squad Zero.
Ichibē was gone, reduced to ink-stained memory.
The rest?
Alive. Cautious. Watching.
Gabriel blinked.
"We'll leave your fate to a vote."
Ulquiorra: Kill them. They're dangerous. Unpredictable.
Starrk: Don't care. Too much work.
Harribel: No. Let them live.
Val'Zirrah Aeterna: Let them live. She wanted the rematch.
Three to one.
"Lucky you," Gabriel said, cracking his neck. "You get to see the next round."
Then he paused.
His crimson gaze swept over them, and something dark and ancient twisted behind his pupils.
"Next time... if I offer mercy, don't protect another noble."
His voice shifted.
Deepened.
Warped.
{"After all... there's no Soul King to save you."}
That last line didn't come from Gabriel.
That was Luz'xipher.
It was a flicker—but real.
He blinked over and over again, feeling a light migraine. His control over this beast was slipping with every passing second, and he did not like that one bit.
"Still need to get that fixed," he muttered. "Last thing I need is a tantrum while I'm filing reports."
And with that, he gave a polite little wave.
"Thanks for the loot."
The resources from the R&D division.
Historical records. Secret vaults.
And yes...
Nemu.
She followed quietly behind, now under new management.
Gabriel, the Horsemen, and their collected spoils stepped through the Garganta—
And the gaping hole closed behind them.
The silence left behind?
And just like that... the war had ended, and Hueco Mundo was the victor.
The Quincy could attack, but the King of Quincy was left petrified. The City of Quincy might need to move, as Yhwach wanted nothing to do with that monster—this beast of the end.
POV change — inside the palace.
Gabriel grabbed Tokinada by the collar and dragged him through the dunes, across the throne hall of his obsidian citadel.
Waiting inside, seated like a predator who didn't blink, was—
Ryouma.
The man who was the victim in all of this. His wife was alive and safe, but this monster had caused this.
And now, he could finally unleash that rage with no consequences whatsoever. Tokinada may or may not die from this.
Oh well.
Gabriel let go.
Tokinada hit the floor.
Hard.
"He's all yours."
No ceremony. No speech.
Pure, bloody justice.
As Ryouma rose, Tokinada's arrogant facade cracked. For the first time in centuries, the noble's lips trembled.
But Gabriel?
Gabriel turned away.
Because—
"WE WON A WAR."
His voice boomed through the halls of Las Noches.
He looked at his Horsemen, at the new world they'd carved.
"Time to party."
The sky of Hueco Mundo shimmered.
Crimson lights sparked.
Hollow musicians, summoned by Reishi strings, struck up a beat that could rattle dimensions.
And in the background?
Tokinada's screams began.
Gabriel smiled.
This was peace, in his own twisted way.