Belial, in all of his honesty and loyalty to the king, reported back everything that happened during the fight—if you could even call that massacre a fight to begin with.
It was just a bunch of Hollows who thought they stood a chance. They didn't. They were all brutally murdered, though their corpses were kept.
Belial would offer the corpses to his Majesty, after all—it was his Majesty's order to retain them.
Behind him, Lázaro stood strangely subdued, his usual smug arrogance present—but dampened.
Because he could feel it.
Gabriel's power.
It wasn't just strong.
It wasn't just overwhelming.
It was on an entirely different scale.
Belial—someone who could obliterate hundreds of Hollows alone—felt like a regular, basic-ass Hollow in comparison.
Lázaro, usually one to play around and mock even his superiors, found himself instinctively bowing his head, his usual cocky smirk replaced with something else.
Something like respect.
His insane regeneration, which seemed to have reached an almost immortal tier, wouldn't be able to survive Gabriel. If more than 90% of his body was destroyed, or if his head was utterly obliterated, he would die.
And Gabriel's Idle Transfiguration made sure he was a very obedient little soldier.
Gabriel didn't speak at first.
He simply looked at them.
A gaze that felt like it could strip a soul bare, like it could see through them in ways they couldn't even comprehend. Which, to be honest, he could.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice like a decree written into the fabric of existence itself.
"...Good."
That was it. That was all he said.
And yet, it felt final. Absolute.
Gabriel waved a hand, dismissing them. "Leave."
And just like that, the meeting was over.
Some of the soldiers present in the room—high-tier Arrancar who had pledged to serve him—would harm anyone trying to hurt their king.
At the bare minimum, those soldiers were Lieutenant level.
A week later, the majority of his soldiers who were close by were gathered in the grand coliseum for a rare event.
He did not call them all because he wasn't an idiot. If he did, he knew other Hollows would use this chance to plunder his territory.
He did call back all the Sin and Lesser Sin, though. The other Arrancar had to stay at their posts.
Sure, they were a lot weaker defensively, but they were still Arrancar. They were not weak.
A Sin Ceremony.
Rows upon rows of Hollows, Arrancar, and even Adjuchas watched in tense anticipation as Gabriel's special trainees stepped forward.
From among them, two figures stood out.
The first was a Vasto Lorde.
A sleek, humanoid form with panther-like features, ocean-blue hair, and piercing predator eyes. His aura radiated feral aggression, his very presence demanding respect—or challenge.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
The Vasto Lorde walked forward with the confidence of a king, yet when he stood before Gabriel, he did something no one expected.
He bowed.
Gabriel rose from his throne.
He stepped forward, raising a hand, and placed it on Grimmjow's mask.
Idle Transfiguration.
Power surged.
The mask shattered.
The raw spiritual pressure released at that moment shook the entire coliseum, sending even the strongest among the crowd into stunned silence.
Grimmjow's body shifted—his features refining, his power focusing, his very existence evolving.
From the remains of his mask, his jawbone remained, clinging to his face like a battle trophy.
Gabriel's voice echoed.
"You shall be known as Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. The Sin of Wrath."
Grimmjow's grin widened.
He felt it.
The sheer explosion of strength surging through him.
This power.
It was his.
And it was glorious.
Guess joining this army was good after all. He only had to go through very intense training, almost die like ten times, but in the end, he received it.
Power. So much power.
And this power felt more tame than raw. The reason for that was simple—Gabriel was making great progress in his study of Shinigami biology.
The second figure stepped forward.
A massive, hulking Hollow with an ape-like form, thick muscles, and a gargantuan frame.
Yammy Llargo.
He approached with heavy, ground-shaking steps, his monstrous form looming over most in the arena.
Unlike Grimmjow, there was no grace to him—just brute force incarnate.
And yet, even he bowed before Gabriel.
Again, Gabriel stepped forward, placing a hand on Yammy's mask.
Idle Transfiguration.
A surge of energy so vast that the very air distorted.
Yammy roared, his mask splintering apart, revealing his true Arrancar form underneath.
His power doubled.
Then tripled.
The ground shattered beneath his feet as his body pulsed with newfound strength.
He could never have enough.
Gabriel's voice rang through the coliseum once more.
"You shall be known as Yammy Llargo. The Sin of Gluttony."
Another roar, this time victorious, shook the arena.
Two new monsters had been born.
Two new Sins had joined Gabriel's court.
And the world of Hueco Mundo...
Would never be the same.
A/N Okay, I get that Yammy should be Wrath cause his power literally that and Grimmjow would mostlikely be pride or Gluttony, to that that I say, fair point.
Here my point.
Yammy ability to grow stronger the angrier he gets perfectly embodies an insatiable hunger for destruction.
And Grimmjow as Wrath like much better to me, anyway, here how shit looking so far.