Anyway, some Quincy didn't agree, so he let them go. His inner demon did tell him to kill them, but he didn't bother doing that. It wasn't his choice if they chose to leave—plus, with them knowing of the option, chances were his grace would be spread to other Quincy.
So, free real estate, really. He was sure some of them wanted change. Plus, he refused to go as low as Soul Society in terms of morality... says the man who was the host of cosmic Satan.
Suck it, he guessed.
Anyway, he had some Quincy corpses to study. Let him get to this, he guessed.
"Alright," he muttered, tying his hair back. Yes, he knew he had curly hair, he just liked having his curly hair in a ponytail. "Let's see what makes Heaven's soldiers tick."
He began with the first one.
The Quincy were... neat.
Their Reiryoku system was surprisingly streamlined—elegant, efficient, refined over generations. As if they were built for this.
Though if there was a Hell, then surely a Heaven must exist—and Gabriel would be damned if Soul Society was Heaven. That was BS.
And the Quincy would be his way to find out if there was a Heaven, since they were the more pure-ish species out there, and since they all related to the King of Quincy, who himself was the son of this world's Big G.
So, that would make them semi-angels. Still didn't change the fact that they were moving like prime Germany, which Gabriel had the chance to witness. Yes, he witnessed it. And yes, it probably was still ongoing right now.
Hm, it was 1948 right now, so the war ended like 3 years ago. Well, Gabriel did get a lot of souls from it—so many Hollows, so many people dying with regret.
The German guy himself moved to Argentina. Hm. And Gabriel, being the fair man he was, allowed all those hungry Hollow souls to have a one-on-one session with the man.
Might've turned the man into a Hollow. Would've been one of his greatest-ever generals.
Oh well, his soul was devoured.
Anyway, back to the Quincies.
Unlike Soul Reapers, their spiritual energy didn't come from within, but rather from without.
Their bodies were conductors, not generators. Think Reishi vacuum tubes connected to a nuclear reactor.
The core of their system sat around the sternum, a small, star-shaped spiritual organ—Gabriel named it the Heiligstern (Holy Star).
When stimulated by willpower or stress, the Heiligstern would begin to pulse, activating dozens of fine Reishi-threaded nerves extending through the limbs and into the fingertips. Also seemed to work on any pore in the body, but those got used less often.
"That's why they always fire from their hands," Gabriel mused. "Every finger is a barrel."
More impressive was how they gathered Reishi from the world around them.
Most beings exert spiritual pressure.
Even if the Quincy did possess it, they could do something more.
They didn't force Reishi to bend—it came to them willingly, like iron to a magnet.
With that info in hand, he began to experiment a bit with the corpse—finding stuff about them, studying their body.
Or techniques they could use, how their bodies could be pushed to do so much more, how they seemed to have programmed their weapons to destroy Hollow souls—truly fantastic.
For one to go to Heaven, one must abandon all worldly desire. Anyone who doesn't just stays on Earth and usually turns into a Hollow. The reason he refused to believe that Soul Society was Heaven was because people still had material possessions.
Perhaps it was that some people, refusing to give up their material stuff, decided to have their own spot. Hm. Heh. Well, who cared—it's not like his inner demon would give him the answer to his question.
He seemed to love watching him suffer.
{Come on, continue working, my lovely simp.}
"FUCK you."
{Would, but unfortunately, I cannot.}
As you can tell, his relationship with him wasn't the best. And since this bastard gained access to his memory a while back, he was now looking at his life—and currently, he was around the part where he saw Harribel for the first time.
{It would have been much easier to force yourself on them. Her fault for being so weak. You take what you want.}
Yep, that was this man's logic. He didn't even consider it. Would she really trust him afterward if he did that?
{Who cares what she felt? It's not like she can do anything about it. So what if she hates you? You get what you want. Eventually, she would get used to it—just like the female slaves.}
Once again, this guy wasn't someone he wanted to associate with.
Yet he was the vessel to such a thing.
Well, he'd better learn to control it. Soon.
Or else shit gets bad.
A/N.....wow, at this rate canon won't even be the same anymore...holy hell, the bleach timeline is practically gone.
Renji dead..Momo dead, Toshiro now a Nephilim, along side Ukitake, Yamamot might be a Nephilim, since Gabriel still has his essence, not his body though,so the Nephilim will have his power and some of his personality but not his strength, will have the potential to reach it and to go pass it though.
Ichibei is dead, and Tokinada is being used as a stress relief.
Aizen faked his death as his ass realised that with such a big event chances are, Urahaha and the Vizard will be called back, so Aizen, Tosen and Gin are technically dead. Soya Aizashiro is back in service.
Holy...and even that dude with the power to make Zanpakuto hate their owner back.
Ichigo might not even be born, since Soul Society needs the manpower, Aizen might not even do the white experiment, since Tosen might be dead, as white was his design.
On the good side, the shinigami are most likely to listen to Soken's idea, so yay, he survived.
And there are Gabriel hellspawn...i mean kids, hoh lord, yeah, shit get bad. Aizen might go rogue for a while, fused with his hogyoko as it awakens, and stock up on power for like 50 years, before even trying to challenge Gabriel. As soon as he start fighting, he will be unable to get any stronger, as it counters the Hogyoku.
Well...I think I fucked Canon over...oops, but let say Ichigo is born because the world need his favorite, his ass, will probably be trained either as a Quincy, since Ywach suddenly developed a care for his children....trust, there is no other reason breathing down his neck.
Or a soul reaper, since chances are, Soul Society would not let another of their captain die.
Byakuya now has a hate boner for Lucius, so hey, whenever they fight again, this would be fun.