Gabriel, sitting up high, could see the fights well. His wife, in her regal pose, watched everything. She looked fine—that was good to know since she would be fighting the winner of the Seven Deadly Sins fight. More like six deadly sins.
Anyway, he was doing this to showcase her power, to show that she was above the sin tier, and that it wasn't just him playing favoritism when she eventually climbed higher up the ranks.
Looking at the sins now, she would probably have to fight Nel or Belial—really depends on it. Hm, or maybe Ulquiorra. He had joined recently and somehow managed to become a sin in record time, probably because he was busted as hell.
His authority was quite simple, really. He could create attacks people couldn't see—as in, the attacks didn't exist until they hit you type shit.
Anyway, he looked at the next fight. It was Zommari Rureaux vs. Lázaro Desgarrar. Gabriel had his money on the Lesser Sin of Envy, or his nickname, The Eternal Coveter.
Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.
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The moment the fight began, Zommari blurred out of sight, moving faster than the eye could track.
He reappeared behind Lázaro Desgarrar, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face. "You see that? Speed like mine is untouchable."
Lázaro turned slightly, unimpressed. "Oh? That so? Then why don't you try me?"
Zommari chuckled. "I don't need to try. I'm already beyond you."
Then—BZZZT—BOOM!
He vanished again, darting around the arena, his Sonído rapidísimo leaving afterimages with every movement. His voice echoed from all directions.
"You can't touch me!"
Lázaro grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Man, stop sucking your own dick like that."
Lázaro hated seeing another man just suck his own dick like that. Like, why do that? Get another man or woman to do it for you. Or an animal—he didn't judge. His ability had made him do some weird stuff.
He wasn't really immortal—more like an anomaly amongst Hollows. His high-speed regeneration skill seemed to have been maxed out. As long as his head remained—or like 75% of it—he could stay alive. Hell, he could even go down to 25% if his brain was intact.
Yeah, his regeneration was that fast, and it drained his stamina like crazy. That was why he trained his Hierro. Not trying to have his head cut off again so someone could make him suck his own dick...
He shuddered a bit at that. Lillith. That bitch.
Speaking of her, what was she doing right now?
POV Change
The woman in question had a smile on her face as she climbed out of bed, her gaze landing on the Arrancar in said bed. The guy looked like his soul had been sucked out of his body.
"Wasn't that fun~?" she purred, licking her lips.
A weird symbol plastered over her urethra glowed faintly.
"Fufufufu, you had quite some useful skills," she mused with a smirk.
She stretched herself out a bit, basking in the artificial sunlight. The cheers of the crowd outside reached her ears—seemed like a big fight was happening.
No bother... she had a new power now.
After taking a shower, she walked back to her victim, leaning down to give him a light kiss on the cheek.
"You held out longer than I expected," she murmured.
Her eyes landed on the clock. Five minutes. That was long. Most male Hollows only lasted a few seconds.
So, he had potential.
Well, she better get back to her group before she got accused of fucking another recruit. She was an innocent girl, a virgin even—she would never sleep around.
Using high-speed regeneration, she healed her hymen.
Tada. Brand new.
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"Stop sucking yourself off," Lázaro said, sounding annoyed.
Zommari faltered for a fraction of a second. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Talking all that shit like you're the second coming of God just 'cause you run fast."
Zommari scowled, his pride stung. "It's not just running fast—"
"Yeah, yeah, 'no one can catch me, I'm the fastest Lesser Sin, bow before my godlike Sonído'—we get it," Lázaro said, rolling his shoulders. "Still ain't impressed."
Zommari's eyes narrowed. "Then allow me to educate you."
The air crackled—Zommari went all out.
A storm of Sonído echoes filled the arena, his afterimages multiplying like ghosts, each one moving in a different direction. He struck from every angle, forcing Lázaro to play defense.
Zommari's laughter filled the air. "Bow before my speed, lesser being!"
But then—
Lázaro smirked.
The game was about to change.
He would not lose. He would win this.
And when he faced Lillith again, he would beat her to a pulp. He remembered how she beat him last time—bastard woman had used an ability to stop time. Where the fuck was she getting these?
He would win.
And to do that, he would beat this dark-skinned bastard first.
A/N. Lillith is just an innocent girl, I don't know why so many people are saying she is like a bad person, she is so sweet, she never once, had taken advantage of someone.