Gabriel felt like he needed to speak to his son. Like, come on — Aurelón was showing serious signs of crashing the fuck out, and he didn't like how his inner demon went quiet anytime the boy showed any sign of crashing the fuck out.
It felt bad, and also, for some odd reason, he had this voice that would pop into his head at random times saying:
"Go fucking check on your kid."
"Stop staring at your wife's tits and look at the kid."
"Go look at your first nut for a second."
It was getting annoying, and even Lucif seemed to hate it — though last time he checked on Lucif, he had on a muzzle. He had no fucking clue how that happened, just that the embodiment of evil had a goddamn muzzle and seemed enraged to no end.
Oh well, nothing he should worry about.
Gabriel calmed down a bit, remembering all the things his dad used to do for him. For a second, an image of the man appeared next to him. He needed to fully become like his dad.
To make the boy feel safe, Gabriel had been doing so many inhuman experiments, becoming such an abomination of a monster that calling him human would be an insult to humanity. He had done shit that would even make people who committed mass genocide think, yeah, this is way too much.
He would have the Soviets look like the good guys — yes, it was that bad. He, however, viewed it as a necessary evil. So what if 10 people died to save a billion? Yet he was selfish enough to know, for a fact, if anyone of those 10 people were people he cared about, he would kill billions of souls in order to save them.
He admitted it — he was selfish. He was not a nice guy per se, and he never intended to be viewed as one. As long as the shit worked, it was aight. He probably could have even gotten Mayuri to work for him — the kind of shit he did to his experiments would give Mayuri an erection.
Though he wasn't a hypocrite, unlike Soul Society, he wouldn't try and show himself as just or "the good side." He simply protected his people, and if everyone else was the enemy... fuck them.
He would turn into Eren Yeager and rumble them real quick.
Now back to him being a dad — he approached his son, who was grumbling in his room. While they could all have their own rooms, he wanted to wait for them to be like 16 before doing that. For now, they all shared a room.
Let's see if you can guess whose bed is whose — there was a bed that resembled a snake, another looked like a lion, another one seemingly resembled angel's wings, and there was a wolf there too.
And somewhere in the corner of the room, there was a bed with a shark theme, and the covers looked like water.
Sitting on such a bed was one very pissed young master.
He sonido'd to his son, hugging the boy from behind.
"Hey there, how you doing there, buddy?" he asked with a soft smile on his face.
Aurelón seemed like he wanted to escape someone playing with his fluffy hair, but when he heard his dad's voice, he opened his mouth and said:
"I am fine."
"That sounds exactly like when your mom says that, and if you're anything like her, I do not believe that in the slightest," Gabriel said, having been a kid a long, long time ago and somehow still remembering the little stuff.
The boy turned away, seemingly not wanting to face his pops.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, say it. I am your pops — I'm sure I can help," he said calmly.
"Tell me, what's on your mind?"
The boy stayed quiet for a bit before opening his mouth and saying:
"I hate losing to Sera. Every time we fight she beats my ass. The score is like 100–0. It's bad. I feel so weak. I want to win."
Oh... so it was this. Though he could see where the boy was coming from — and since Gabriel knew some stuff about the deranged human psyche (since Hollows were basically that), that should work just fine — he knew that even showing a slight hint that he didn't care would hurt the boy.
His pride was on the line. That was like telling Vegeta, fuck your pride and Goku is better.
Or telling Frieza that the Saiyans were superior to his race. Shit wouldn't end well for you.
"I see," he said calmly, patting the boy's hair.
"My boy, you do know that your powers are more deadly, correct?"
"Yeah, but still, I get my ass beat too much. 100–0 — who would want to get dominated so much?" Gabriel's mind immediately went to Sun-Sun, but he corrected himself — it wasn't the time for horny thoughts right now.
"Unless you wish to kill your sister, beating her will be hard. You lack control, that is all."
"That's not helping. Everyone keeps saying I lack control but no one's helping. It's not fair," he said, looking angry. Why did he have to hold back so damn much?
Gabriel slightly pecked his son's forehead.
"I can help. I am your dad, after all. It's only right I step up to help you," he said with a gentle smile.
"You will?!" The excitement on the boy's face could not be contained.
"Yes," Gabriel replied.
"You're the best!" The boy hugged him, and Gabriel simply smiled. How sweet.
He was truly a model parent.
Meanwhile, a couple hundred feet away, Tokinada could be seen still in limbo. He could never get used to the pain, nor could he die. He was currently being chopped into pieces and turned into food that some sadistic Hell Hollow would eat. Worse part is, he healed — so he was like an infinite meat supply that never died.
Somewhere else where his experiments were going, several corpses could be seen. Yes — corpses. The soul sucked out of them, which may seem odd since they were spirits. But think of it like this: their raw essence — what made them them — was sucked out, leaving behind the shell, the skin, the husk.
Yes, that monstrosity was only possible due to Gabriel's power, which he was using currently to find a way to mass-produce more efficient soldiers.
He was currently working on his master plan. Lucius was currently going through an upgrade — placing the DNA of every single species into him. As for who he got for each DNA: for Shinigami, he got Yamamoto, Shunsui, Jushiro, Aizen, Gin.
For Quincy, he got some of the members of the army — the strongest members only. Same went for Fullbring — though Adam volunteered. Eve... Lilith didn't let him do it. While he viewed it as her not wanting his DNA to spread around, he was her prey.
Yes, this was how she rationalized it — even if, in the past month or so, she did not continue draining his lifespan. Sure, they did it, but she did not turn on her draining ability. Odd.
For Hollow, he got his Hollow, Starrk, and some other stuff. He even got some dragon DNA. And since Gabriel was spreading spies everywhere, eventually he would have every species. And by then... Lucius would be perfect, and Gabriel would use the shape of the man's soul to make himself even more perfect than that. Double perfect, one might say. If Lucius became Perfect Cell, he would be Golden Perfect Cell.
Yes, he was OP... yes, he will not get nerfed... suck it.
A/N maybe i shouldnt have made the little shit able to transcend his world cause now his ass his stopping future plot points...
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well, his ass can't stop the major shit, so well time to jump into them