Anyway, as Gabriel was contemplating his choice, he figured he should probably train to master that power.
He didn't want that being to take control over his body again. Well, not like it was in a rush—it was basically an immortal being, so to be fair, it just had to wait a bit.
Maybe finally go kill Adyneus... hm, maybe have his son take his place. You know, the usual stuff.
He really did regret not having revived the ancestor of that Tokinada man and made him take the Soul King spot.
Would've been nice.
Anyway, as Gabriel lay in bed, suddenly the door to the room opened.
To reveal—
"Really? You couldn't keep it in your pants for one night?"
Gabriel's eyes flickered red for half a second. Not angry—just... cocky.
"Don't think I could if I tried."
That wasn't bravado. That was honesty—brutal honesty, and everyone in the room felt it.
Even the floor got warm.
Harribel didn't bat an eye.
She merely glanced over her shoulder, her gaze slightly narrowed. There was something different about him—his aura, darker, richer.
Stronger.
It was the same she felt back then, when he became a Vasto Lorde. The same after he ate that scientist. The same aura when he killed Baraggan—
That aura of death.
Now she knew what it was. When Gabriel had lost control back then... he was the end. The end of all things that live. The end of everything that exists and doesn't exist.
Hm... he seemed to have it under control for the most part.
Though something else seemed to have gotten stronger... his scent. His inner demon was out here working overtime to dull Gabriel's senses.
And without even realizing it, every woman in the room had crossed their legs at least once.
Even the ones standing.
Gabriel had no idea his spiritual pressure was subconsciously dripping with dominance—a walking aphrodisiac.
"So," Sun-Sun drawled lazily, brushing her hair behind her ear with a smirk, "adding another one to the collection? Are you sure you can handle it?"
Gabriel cracked his neck, then gave her a look that screamed 'Did you really just ask that?'
"Hell yes, I can."
Despite the sass, the atmosphere remained surprisingly chill.
No fights. No jealous spiritual explosions. Just the usual teasing.
The rest of the girls actually welcomed Neliel to the group—a bit of smirking here, a soft hug there. A "good luck keeping up with him" from Apacci, and even a rare smile from Sun-Sun.
Gabriel blinked, genuinely surprised.
"That went... smoother than expected."
Sun-Sun's smirk turned devilish.
"How could we be feisty after what you did to us?"
He opened his mouth—then remembered.
Oh yeah.
The back-breaking, leg-shaking, memory-erasing domination session from two nights ago.
All four of them.
Well, now time for him to try all five at the same time.
{I am not experienced enough to write a 5 vs 1. Just know his transfiguration was used, he had enough hands for all of them, and he may have gone on a five-man by himself. Go wild with the imagination... futa excluded and maybe yuri—it's 50/50.}
At one point, he saw the heavens.
But damn, was it worth it.
He was finally, finally, satiated.
And they?
They were curled up, snoring like happy predators in a sunlit den.
Peace meant downtime.
Downtime meant food.
So Gabriel, now somehow shirtless and in an apron, made dinner for the entire harem.
Roasted Hollow-beast, wine-braised fruits, something that might've been pasta but pulsed once before settling down.
Later, he tucked them in.
All five.
He only let the holy seed go once—for Harribel.
She would be the first.
A child. His heir.
And he smiled.
"So that's what peace feels like."
After bursting the fattest nut he had in his entire existence, he was now ready to master this blade given to him.
The blade gleamed under dim moonlight.
He held it out and spoke softly, reverently:
"Sip from the four seas, the heavenly shores entwine. Equally duplicate ten thousands,
and sharpen."
Enryakōten pulsed, shimmered—awoke.
And with a breath, Gabriel mimicked:
Ryūjin Jakka — flames kissed the walls.
Ichimonji — ink crawled across the blade like a living scripture.
Cero Metralleta — Starrk's ghost-fire lit the air.
Cascada — water exploded in torrents, Harribel's essence roaring out.
He deactivated the blade.
No cost.
No soul-fraying.
Enryakōten accepted him. It saw no mockery in duplication—only honor in mastery.
And then—
Starrk strolled in.
He tossed something at Gabriel.
Clink.
A Zanpakutō?
Gabriel caught it, inspecting the strange hilt. It growled.
"...A puppy?"
Ikomikidomoe. From Squad Zero.
They stored it in the treasure room, somewhere between the throne of bones and the stash of Spirit King fragments.
Oh, so they handed him over. How nice. Did they think when he found out about it, he'd use
it as a reason to destroy them?
Hm... maybe.
Well, Ichibē was dead. As in, his soul was no longer in the soul reincarnation cycle, and no one would remember him.
Apart from people with Soul King fragments, he had essentially been erased from existence.
So now, Squad Zero's leader was the Zanpakutō creator.
Anyway, back to Gabriel and his job.
Gabriel yawned.
Reports in hand.
Soul Society had sent a generous supply of spiritual material—plus 1,200 Quincy corpses and
20 still alive.
How generous.
He studied the corpses, then glanced at the survivors.
Some were terrified.
Some... curious.
All were potential.
He extended a hand.
A deal.
A home.
But it came with changes—Hollowification, modification, rebirth.
"You are no longer mere Quincy. No longer forgotten by your king. I offer you a home. Accept it, and you will no longer be persecuted. Accept it, and you will be free."
And even though they were scared... they shook hands with the devil.
From that day forward, the once-pure Quincy... had become—
"The Malakhim (מלאכים)."
A/N I am not going to say what that is, use google, you will find out