Time Skip.
Gabriel had found a lot of fun in the past few days. He had enjoyed every second of it—it felt like a well-deserved reward. But now, reality was being a dick again. He had to nurture a kingdom back to some semblance of its glory days.
He sighed a bit and gave his sleeping wife a light kiss. The clothes scattered on the floor were a mess. There was no real concept of a shower here—well, Hollows were spirits. Still, Gabriel cleaned himself using his flames, removing any impurity from his skin.
Though he kept the nail marks on his back. They would heal on their own, and healing them now would be kind of useless, considering new ones would take their place in a day or two.
Was Gabriel horny? Maybe—just for his wife, though. As for her three little followers, he would protect them and care for them, but he wouldn't forcefully try and stick his dick in there.
Best-case scenario? They don't break. Worst case? They couldn't handle all of that.
Not like he couldn't fix that by making them thicker or more plump. Nah, they would stay the way they were.
Even if he knew his wife wouldn't mind or care really, as long as she was the main one, he kind of didn't want to get into multiple relationships.
Shit felt way too draining. The way his dad raised him made it hard for him to have a harem since, you know, there was an emphasis on connection.
Okay, he knew the guy who had slaughtered thousands and experimented on thousands more shouldn't be the one talking about women's feelings in relationships like these.
It wasn't his fault his morality was all fucked up. TL;DR: he didn't like it. Didn't mean he wouldn't do it—he just didn't like it.
So if Sun-Sun tried some shit to tease him, she would slither out of his room sore.
And he especially pointed her out because Apacci wasn't that type of girl. She wouldn't be caught dead in his room.
Same went for Mila Rose, and yet, they were practically given the concubine role—not that he did it.
Hueco Mundo was like the rule of the jungle. He was the only guy in their group and the strongest. Just like 2+2=4, that was an immediate assumption. He didn't even try to deny it, as that shit would make him look more guilty.
So rather than argue, he let them have the title of concubine. That shit worked well for them—what Hollow would dare lay a hand on the king's concubine? So, heh, it helped.
Time Skip.
Gabriel sat on his throne, his gaze fixed on his new subordinates. Their numbers had dwindled since Barragan's time, probably because thousands of them had been slain in battle.
Right now, they were at their weakest in terms of numbers.
But he still had those fifty Arrancar. So in terms of power, they were still quite strong, and that strength would only grow by the day with him here.
Next to him, on a throne that had been installed a few hours earlier, Harribel sat. Her posture was regal. She 100% looked like a Queen.
She 100% did not look like she was a mess beneath him just a few hours ago.
Chocolate truly was a good choice.
Now, it was time for him to be a king, considering he still had shit to do.
The first to step forward was a wounded Adjucha, his mask cracked, his form trembling from the pain of a fresh injury. A chunk of his side had been bitten away by another Hollow, exposing raw muscle beneath the fragments of his bone-white armor.
"Your Majesty, please help me. I cannot regress back into that thing. Please help me," he begged, his voice full of fear.
In the past, this would have been his end. If a Hollow was wounded and too weak to fight, they would either be devoured or fade into nothingness, their evolution undone by their own limitations.
But Gabriel had promised change. He had promised something different. And unlike most politicians, he would keep that promise.
He raised a single hand, placing it over the Adjucha's injury. A soft hum filled the air as Idle Transfiguration activated, threads of unseen energy weaving through the wounded flesh. The injury reversed itself, the missing chunk of his body reforming as if it had never been lost. There was no scarring, no lingering weakness—he was whole once more.
Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some scoffed, assuming it was mere healing, a temporary solution at best.
It must have been just high-speed regeneration.
Gabriel fully healed the Hollow's mask.
"Bring him a Hollow."
As those words left his mouth, one of the Adjucha in the room ripped off his own arm and handed it to Gabriel.
Gabriel made sure to remember the face of this goat Adjucha.
Upon feeding it to the wounded Hollow, his power grew... dramatically.
He was no longer stagnating.
And to the surprise of all, he didn't even need the whole thing.
"I... am... not hungry."
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"ALL HAIL GABRIEL!"
"ALL HAIL THE NEW GOD OF HUECO MUNDO!"
Jeez, it didn't take them long to fully pledge themselves to the cause.
Next thing next—time to set a new regime.
This Goat Adjucha deserved a reward. He, by far, seemed the most loyal.
A/N The Arrancar are all basically Lieutenant level, except for the strongest one being low captain, so imagine Soifon.