So, hum, Gabriel got his Sin of Sloth. Starrk was overpowered—ridiculously so. Gabriel would have to go into his release form in order to actually beat this man.
And that said a lot... considering he could beat Barragan while only being a Vasto Lorde and not an Arrancar.
Now, as an Arrancar, he had a release state. He could feel like he had another release state after his first one, but he could not achieve it right now.
He needed to master his release state.
Speaking of which, his Zanpakuto—the remains of his mask that he needed to use his release state—was doing decently fine.
Hm, now about the busted man.
Coyote Starrk.
Had to get the man dressed, gave him a custom-made suit and everything. The man was quite a chill guy, plus he had the strength to make Gabriel actually try in battle.
The guy was so chill and lazy, he refused to become a Sin. His excuse? Too much work—he didn't want to do any work at all.
"You will be the Sin of Sloth."
"Hm... Sin of Sloth."
"So, if I take this title, I don't have to actually do much, right?" the man asked, as if to make sure this was no dream.
"Exactly. As long as you're strong, you get to enjoy peak laziness." Gabriel gave the man a smile. Starrk seemed to be deep in thought.
Peak laziness, you say.
Starrk hummed in consideration, closing his eyes as if about to nap right there. "Hmm... I don't know..."
"We've got comfy beds," Gabriel added.
Starrk cracked open an eye. "Good beds?"
Gabriel's smirk widened. "The best."
A long pause. Starrk stared at him, then exhaled through his nose. "...Fine. Guess I can't turn down a good bed."
Yup, this man fit the Sin of Sloth perfectly.
And just like that, the deal was sealed.
That very night, Gabriel led Starrk to test out one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse beds—furniture so divine that even the strongest warriors would melt into them. Starrk plopped onto the bed, stretched out, then simply... sank.
The bed was comfy like this because of Gabriel. Who said idle transfiguration could only be used to torture people?
He had made those beds extra comfy.
The stronger the Hollow he transfigured to make certain items, the better the item would be.
You see, the bed the man was on was a bed made from an Adjucha-class Arrancar, someone at the peak of that class.
He was hoping to give the Four Horsemen Vasto Lorde beds, but those bastards were rare as hell.
No biggie, he would find a way to mass-produce them later.
"...Damn," Starrk muttered, eyes fluttering shut.
Gabriel watched as the Arrancar let out a deep, content sigh, completely still for a moment. Then, with what seemed like an immense effort, Starrk barely tilted his head toward Gabriel and muttered,
"I ain't never getting up."
"Told you." Well, guess he got his loyalty.
Starrk exhaled again, shifting slightly. "I think I might actually die here, and I'd be okay with that."
"Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while you can. Remember, this is a Four Horsemen bed. You're only a Seven Deadly Sin—your bed's not that comfy."
"You... are... evil," Starrk said lazily, out here getting him to experience peak comfort only to tell him he would have to experience something worse than that.
"Even have ventilation in the room, a swimming pool, and free six-star meals."
Starrk's brow furrowed even more. He felt like he was making a deal with the devil.
How could he possibly give this away?
The next day, however, Gabriel was not expecting to find Starrk training.
He blinked.
He rubbed his eyes.
Yup. That was definitely Starrk. Moving.
Not just moving—fighting.
Gabriel leaned against a nearby pillar, watching as Starrk went through drills with his Cero and Sonido, refining his speed, testing his power output. Sure, the man still had that lazy air about him, but this? This was effort.
"...Huh," Gabriel muttered to himself. "Guess he's still getting used to the concept of peak laziness."
Oh well. He'd figure it out.
This was totally not because of what Gabriel had done... hahahahahahaha.
He was not evil. He just knew how to motivate people.
Now that this was settled, it was time to execute his next plan.
Gabriel sat on his throne, golden eyes flicking toward the kneeling figure before him.
Belial Cabrón, his Sin of Envy.
The man had a tall, lithe frame, with sharp green eyes filled with a quiet intensity. His long, raven-black hair was tied loosely behind him—the goat Arrancar.
Gabriel had a plan for him.
"I have a job for you," Gabriel said, resting his chin on his hand.
Belial bowed his head deeply. "Yes, my king."
Gabriel smirked. "You'll be heading to the human world. I need some Shinigami corpses for my research. You know what that means?"
Belial lifted his gaze slightly. "You wish for me to hunt."
Gabriel nodded. "Exactly. Send a couple of weak Hollows out to lure some Shinigami. Once they show up, you kill them. If you can get some strong Shinigami, they would also be welcomed."
Belial's eyes gleamed with something dark. "Understood. I shall make the kingdom proud."
Gabriel leaned forward slightly. "See that you do. I'm trusting you with this. Don't disappoint me."
Belial immediately lowered his head once more. "I would rather die than fail you, my king."
Gabriel chuckled, waving a hand. "No need to be so dramatic. Just get me some bodies."
Belial nodded once, then vanished with a Sonido.
Gabriel leaned back in his throne, exhaling.
He wanted to experiment with some Shinigami corpses. Maybe some Quincy corpses too—the more, the merrier. He wanted to see what made them tick and use that info in order to strengthen his Hollow army.
Make his Hollows strong. Make Hueco Mundo the peak of what it could achieve.
Since he couldn't achieve shit on Earth, he would do it here.