Lillith licked her lips, stretching her body quite lazily. Fighting a lesser Sin was fun, but the thing was—she was far beyond the "lesser Sin" title. Matter of fact, she had fought with Grimmjow and held her own.
Didn't defeat him, but he didn't beat her either.
And for anyone wondering if she drained him? No, she didn't. She just wanted to test her strength. Plus, if she had wanted to, she would have used the full power of her Resurrección—where, unless someone was very far above her or had godlike self-control, they would feel like a beast in heat.
As in, they'd get 100 times hornier than usual.
For example, a trained assassin who was used to flirting with women but barely slept around? Under her Resurrección, he'd fold after seeing some tiddy.
In terms of freakiness, well... just look at most of the popular BookTok books and—you get it.
Let's just say, the raging steroid addict in front of her didn't like this.
"Enough games!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the entire arena.
Lillith giggled, brushing a strand of violet hair behind her ear. "Oh my~ You sound so mad~ Did I hurt your feelings, big guy?" She traced a finger over her lips, her golden eyes half-lidded, amusement dancing in them.
Gula didn't respond with words.
He charged.
A full-force, rage-fueled blitz that shattered the very ground beneath him. The air cracked as his fist descended like a meteor, carrying the weight of his monstrous strength.
For the first time—
Lillith didn't move.
Instead—
She inhaled.
A slow, deliberate breath.
Then—
Cero.
But not just any Cero.
A brilliant, sultry glow formed between her lips—violet energy crackling seductively as she let out a soft, near-melodic exhale. The way her lips parted, the way her body subtly arched—it was less of an attack and more of an experience.
And then—
BOOOOOOOM!
A pillar of raw destruction erupted from her mouth, swallowing Gula whole in an explosion of violet light.
The arena trembled. The audience gasped.
And when the dust cleared—
Gula was done.
The massive Hollow lay flat on his back, steam rising from his charred body. He was still conscious—barely—but the fight had been decided the moment she stopped playing.
"Oh my~ Did I overdo it?" she mused aloud, feigning concern as she stretched her arms behind her head, her body shifting in a way that made many in the crowd gulp audibly.
She turned gracefully toward Gabriel, giving a deep, elegant bow—the picture of humility, except for the playful smirk still tugging at her lips.
"Your Majesty~" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed charm.
Nothing.
Not a single reaction.
Her smile remained, but inside?
Tch.
Harribel, you lucky bitch.
With a graceful bow, she placed a hand over her chest, her golden eyes locking onto Gabriel's unreadable gaze.
"The match is decided," the announcer called. "Victory—Lillith!"
The crowd roared, but Lillith barely heard it.
She had fun. That was more than enough to satisfy her... for now.
She didn't find a need to take this man's ability—it was useless to her.
Now, about that Lucius fella... she might have some use for him.
Next Match: Lucius Null vs. Voraz Insidio
Anyway, after some Hollows had calmed down their very erect dicks—don't know why they had those now, but oh well—
The next fight was starting.
Lucius Null strode into the battleground with an air of effortless superiority. His long silver-white hair flowed behind him like a royal mantle, his violet eyes scanning the battlefield. He looked rather prideful, as if he knew he was going to win this.
His modified Arrancar coat swayed with his steps, the black cape lined with deep blue trailing behind him. His Zanpakutō, Aeternus Lapis, rested at his side—untouched, as if the mere act of drawing it was an insult to his pride.
Across from him—
Voraz Insidio.
A serpentine figure draped in gold-plated bone armor, his elongated form coiled slightly as he slithered forward. His mask, shaped like the open maw of a dragon, gleamed under the arena lights. His slitted eyes darted about, as if already calculating the best way to take advantage of this fight.
"Lucius Null," Voraz hissed, his voice smooth yet hungry. "A pleasure. I've long desired to see what makes you so... untouchable."
Lucius barely spared him a glance.
"Flattery is wasted on the weak," he stated, his voice cold and absolute.
Voraz smirked. "Oh, I agree."
He raised a clawed hand—
"Tributo Devorador."
The air around them warped as Voraz's power activated. The weaker Hollows in the stands visibly tensed, their Reiryoku passively siphoned as his very presence drained them. A growing mass of stored energy coiled around him.
This was his power.
He went straight to Resurrección—as anything else wouldn't be worth it to fight this monster.
This Nephilim—Lucius—was not fully a Hollow. Sure, his soul was that of a Hollow, but he had the body of a Soul Reaper. He even possessed a Zanpakutō and everything.
He was His Majesty's greatest creation as of now. A perfect combination of Hollow and Soul Reaper powers.
Chances are, Lucius would keep on getting stronger as the years went by.
So, being one of His Majesty's favorites?
Yeah, that kinda made him cocky.
So as Voraz was siphoning energy from weaker Hollows—
Lucius?
He remained still.
Unimpressed.
Unmoved.
Untouched.
"Hollow taxation," Lucius mused, adjusting his glove. "A petty trick to sustain a lesser existence." His violet eyes locked onto Voraz with a look of pure dismissal. "Shall we begin, or do you need more borrowed strength to entertain me?"
Voraz chuckled, sharp teeth glinting. "You mistake my patience for weakness, Null."
He flexed his fingers—golden energy sparking.
"Let's see if infinity truly is beyond reach."