Belial Cabrón's POV
His Majesty had trusted him with a mission. As one of his Majesty's strongest soldiers, he would not disappoint.
The king had asked, and the king shall receive.
Now, he looked at the soldiers who had managed to grow strong enough to join his ranks.
The level requirement to join one of the Sin Squads was 7-tier spiritual pressure—any less, and you were kicked out. So 8 and above were far too weak.
To be a Sin, one must reach level 3 spiritual pressure at the bare minimum.
Belial himself was on the lower end of a 2, and the higher end of a 3, so he was quite strong.
It was His Majesty who had taken him from a class 5 to this, and for that, he was forever grateful for the strength His Majesty had bestowed upon him.
His Majesty had even given him power—a power worthy of the Sin he represented... The Power of Envy.
To be strong enough to stand by His Majesty, he must become stronger. All abilities that were not His Majesty's should be his.
He shall use them to better serve His Majesty.
Standing amidst his gathered soldiers, Belial assessed the group before him with a silent, calculating gaze.
He had yet to find a Lesser Sin—a right-hand warrior worthy of standing beside him. For now, all he had were a handful of Adjucha-class Arrancar—competent, but none truly exceptional.
His Majesty could now mass-produce Adjucha. It was only a matter of time before he could mass-produce Vasto Lorde.
So, the average strength of the army was Adjucha-tier... Hm.
No matter. His Majesty deserved only the best.
For now, he would work with what he had.
Belial's piercing green eyes scanned the lesser Hollows before him—pathetic, nameless creatures desperate to prove themselves. He needed weaklings for bait. They would do just fine.
"You. You. You. And you," he pointed to four of them. "Come with me."
The chosen ones hesitated for only a second before falling in line, hunger and desperation gleaming in their monstrous eyes.
They had not been given His Majesty's blessing yet. They still had this hunger.
Belial could remember when he, too, was this hungry.
No more. He was better than that.
He then turned to his Adjucha-class Arrancar, selecting five of them for the mission. Each one straightened at his attention, awaiting orders.
"We move," Belial commanded. With a flick of his wrist, he ripped open a Garganta.
His Majesty expected swiftness. He would deliver.
The swirling abyss of black and white yawned open before them, revealing the human world beyond. Without hesitation, Belial stepped inside, his forces following like shadows in his wake.
The Human World.
Belial breathed in the air, the scent of weak, fragile souls filling his senses. Disgusting. Weak beings.
These creatures were vermin, existing only to be devoured or crushed beneath superior beings. And yet, the Shinigami wasted their time protecting them.
Pathetic.
Though it seemed like His Majesty did not want too many of them to die.
If Belial were to guess, it probably had something to do with the fact that humans were the blueprint.
Hollows were tortured human souls, and Shinigami were just strong human souls, or simply human souls given an Asauchi.
He turned to his soldiers, his voice sharp.
"Begin."
One of his Adjucha-class Arrancar smirked and fired a Cero into the most crowded part of the town.
BOOM.
Screams filled the air as buildings crumbled, human souls ripped from their bodies in an instant.
The lesser Hollows swarmed in like hungry wolves, devouring the fresh souls before they could fade.
Belial stood still, watching, arms crossed.
This was not a massacre.
This was a signal.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the Shinigami to show up.
A Senkaimon opened in the distance, black butterflies fluttering as the Soul Reapers arrived.
Belial narrowed his eyes. Two of them.
Judging by their reiatsu, they were at least Second Seat level. More than strong enough to put up a fight.
Good.
Belial tilted his head slightly.
"You. Keep their attention," he ordered one of the Adjucha.
The Arrancar nodded and stepped forward, smirking as he taunted the approaching Shinigami.
"You bastards took your sweet time! Almost thought you wouldn't show!"
The Shinigami looked confused. Who were these creatures?
They looked human... Were they perhaps rogue Shinigami?
No. Their presence felt Hollow-like. What were they?
It didn't matter.
They pulled out their Zanpakuto, ready to fight. Their identities didn't matter.
What mattered was that they had caused trouble and deserved death for their crimes.
As the Shinigami prepared to fight—
Belial appeared behind them.
His hands crushed their necks in one fell swoop, snuffing the lights from their eyes.
Though he didn't kill them. Just crushed them enough to knock them out.
His Majesty, after all, needed live corpses. The dead wouldn't suffice.
For His Majesty, he would even bring down the moon.
"Capture twenty human souls. His Majesty might need them."
"Yes, sir!"
The Hollows obeyed his order.
Some of them even suppressed their hunger.
His Majesty was above that. His Majesty deserved the very best.
"For the glory of Hueco Mundo!"
"For the glory of Hueco Mundo!"
And just like that, this small town was ravaged for its soul supply.
All the souls present were taken. Though no actual living, breathing human were hurt.
Some special human souls were taken as well.