So, hum, what do you think happens when a bunch of Arrancar jump into a fight with a bunch of Adjuchas... who, mind you, have the weakest Arrancar in their group stronger than the strongest Adjucha?
Now, imagine like five Vasto Lorde-level monsters just raining down on those Hollows. The Gillians—oh, the poor Gillians—were fucked so raw there was nothing they could do about it.
Bodies started piling up, Ceros were being blasted, Resurreccións were being released, and Belial was stealing abilities left and right. His Greed ability was basically this:
By seeing an ability once, Belial can create a shadowy replica of it. However, it will always be flawed or altered in unpredictable ways.
His versions of stolen abilities are never identical, making them difficult to counter but also unreliable.
Corrupted Copies
Every technique he copies undergoes a mutation—sometimes advantageous, sometimes detrimental.
Examples include:
A Sonído that is faster than normal but tears at his muscles with each use.A Cero that lacks raw power but spreads like a plague, eating away at anything it touches over time.A Hierro that absorbs attacks but renders his body sluggish and heavy.A Regeneration ability that speeds up healing but weakens his overall durability.
The enemy—50 Adjuchas, 300 Gillian—had thought they could stand their ground. They had built fortifications, prepared defensive formations, and believed they were ready to hold the line.
They were dead wrong.
In simple terms, they had prepared to meet a level 15 raid... and they got a level 75.
It was like preparing to fight the Tree Sentinel and getting jumped by Prime Radahn and the Rot Princess.
So, hum... you're gonna get fucked.
Belial himself was a one-man catastrophe, cutting through the battlefield with brutal efficiency. His blackened blade severed bodies in half with each swing. He was enjoying this.
This bloodshed—this was fun. Very fun.
His subordinates were no different. The ten Arrancar under his command each tore through the enemy like a pack of wolves among sheep.
Limbs flew. Screams echoed. Blood soaked the sands of Hueco Mundo.
There were no prisoners. No survivors.
Belial's voice thundered over the battlefield. "Show them no mercy! Wipe them out completely!"
And they did.
This was a bloodbath.
To anyone saying that was a bit harsh from Gabriel—Gabriel knows how Hueco Mundo is. A kind king is a foolish king around these parts. In this place, surrounded by animals, the only way to have order is to act like this.
Crush something while it's still forming. Show no mercy to anyone threatening the safety of the kingdom.
This way spoke to the Hollows' hooga-booga mindset. This was a necessary evil. The Shinigami knew how to do that very well.
In their own book, it was "For the greater good."
Among the destruction, Lázaro Desgarrar moved like a phantom, his ever-present smirk growing wider as he toyed with the Adjuchas he faced.
He was enjoying this. He was really enjoying this.
A particularly large Adjucha, standing almost twice his size, swung a massive claw toward him.
Lázaro didn't dodge. He didn't block.
He touched.
The moment his fingers made contact, the Adjucha staggered.
Its muscles shrank instantly, its once towering form wilting like a dying flower, while Lázaro's own body bulked up, his grin turning predatory.
Hm, he liked this power of his.
And since the Adjucha was way weaker than him, he could do this so easily.
"Aww, did I take too much?" he cooed mockingly, flexing his now massively enhanced arm. "Don't worry, I'll give it back... eventually. Maybe." His eyes gleamed with sadistic glee. "Ahh, who am I kidding? You ain't gettin' it back, hah!"
With a single punch, he obliterated the Adjucha's torso, sending its upper half flying into the distance.
"Hm... maybe I punched him too hard," he said innocently. Well, no biggie—this camp still had plenty of Adjuchas to slaughter... no, he meant to punish. Yeah, yeah, that's it.
Lázaro vanished from sight, reappearing in front of another Adjucha, his fingers brushing against its arm.
This time, he stole Speed.
His form became a blur, while his enemy suddenly moved like they were underwater—sluggish and slow.
"Uh-oh. Looks like you're in slow motion." Lázaro giggled as the Adjucha struggled to react. "That's gotta suck."
He was really acting like a child. His power was busted, and he liked it.
He then proceeded to pummel them mercilessly, striking them from all sides faster than they could even process.
He beat their bodies to a pulp. The Hollow didn't even stand a fragment of a chance against the wonderful, handsome, best-of-the-best.
Another Adjucha, who was smarter than the others, realized that this little rebellion shit—yeah, that shit was not working.
It would be easy to leave.
However, this proved to be impossible. Just like when you entered a Freak-Off, The Beast/Diddy... will not let you leave.
Lázaro touched his prey's torso, this time stealing its Regeneration.
The Hollow gasped as the gaping wound on its stomach suddenly stopped closing.
Okay, now that was BS.
Meanwhile, Lázaro casually licked the blood off his fingers, his own minor injuries instantly healing over.
The Adjucha's eyes widened in horror. "N-No... What did you do?!"
Lázaro smirked, feigning innocence. "Oh? Did you want that back?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah. I think I'll keep it."
Before the Adjucha could say shit, its skull was crushed by his huge hand.
Hm, the power he stole from that earlier Hollow seemed to be mostly gone now... how sad.
Lázaro sighed dramatically, brushing dust off his shoulder. "Man, you guys really aren't fun at all. No struggle, no fight, just poof. Kinda disappointing."
The battle—or slaughter—lasted less than an hour.
Of the 350 enemy forces, not a single one remained standing.
Some had been burned to ash by relentless Cero blasts.
Some had been torn apart by Belial's savage swordplay.
Some had been drained, broken, and humiliated by Lázaro's Hollow Plunder.
But all were dead.
Belial, standing atop the ruins of the battlefield, surveyed the carnage with a satisfied nod.
"Collect the corpses. His Majesty has use for them."
Lázaro stretched, looking at the piles of bodies with a bored expression. "Man, I didn't even get to steal any really good powers. What a waste."
Belial shot him a look. "Get to work."
Lázaro pouted but obeyed, casually kicking a severed Adjucha head aside as he helped gather the remains.
With the rebellion crushed... the West now belonged to Gabriel.
The West belonged to the King.
A/N....Hm, I am trying not to include many oc, and try and have character from the show be sin....but, with Gabriel killing some of them for their personality and how they unfit, some oc needed to be created.
Starrk eating good.....