Gabriel groaned a bit. He had been training for God knows how long now.
Not training, really, but more like learning how to better seal the power currently in his body—how to harness it, how to control it.
So far, he could enter a semi-demon state, when 70% is him and 30% is the demon energy. Shit was potent. We talking like shit was like Fent, but on crack.
It was, in fact, that potent. The boost to his stats was substantial—he could feel it. When he entered this state, his white pupils turned pitch black and his irises a deep shade of red. His teeth got sharper, his horns got longer, alongside his nails.
And he seemed to resemble a mix of a legendary Super Saiyan... and Asta's demon form at the same time.
Something he did unlock when he reached the 30% threshold was a new power.
It was a new eye ability. What it did was simple—he practically became the end. If someone could rewrite fate or see the future, he would always be the ending. No matter what, he would be the end.
No ifs, nor buts about it.
One thing he kinda hated about those powers—even though they were busted and gave him a huge boost in power, like in his demon form he could rampage in Soul Society and nobody would stop him—in his base state he was still weaker than Vegetable Soul King, but when he transformed? Yeah, he got close to that power level.
Basically, all of this to say—he was the strongest living entity in the universe. He was unrivaled by no one.
That power came at a cost. Not a shortened lifespan—it was his power. He had been groomed to be the perfect host, so he was fine. One downside about this form was how horny and down-bad he got after using it.
Shit felt like taking Viagra. Thankfully, he still had control... for the most part.
Well, time to go to his room and take a break or some shit.
POV Change – His Room
He stepped inside, tugging at his blood-red cloak, ready to collapse on something soft and possibly alive—
Only to stop.
Tilt head.
Arch brow.
Mila Rose.
Facing away from him.
Back arched.
Arms stretched overhead.
Golden-brown muscles flexing like rippling steel cables.
Gabriel blinked.
She turned her head just slightly, catching his gaze.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice casual—her warrior-ish nature in play... hm, why did she feel like she was about to get fucked?
Her instincts were yelling at her... that she should stop stretching. But she'd be damned if she did—she just worked out for like four hours straight. Mastering that new demonic form was hard as shit.(ie her beast of the end form)
"...I was just here to change." It took all of his willpower to not snap.
"Mmhm. And I was just stretching."
Pause.
...
"Let me help you stretch." Yes, he decided to go that route—that generic porn plot route. Bite him, he was horny and only heaven knows the shit he had planned for her.
"Sure, the cream's over there." Looking where she pointed, he saw the cream. Neat baby oil... for some odd reason, he could just hear the baby oil calling his name—as if somewhere in the future, this would be used for some very nefarious stuff.
Taking a lot of baby oil, he began to massage her. His hands moved all alongside her body, touching all of her weak spots.
"HN~"
Wow, really moaning out here. Just the best for him. If his pants were slightly constipated before, now they were fighting for their life.
He was as hard as a rock.
He continued massaging her back. Using his very nimble fingers, he slowly removed her bra. She didn't react much to it—why would she? Wouldn't be the first time he'd done this.
His hands traced all over her back.
"You~...aren't half bad~" Wow, she was really trying to hold back a moan.
"I am quite skillful with my hands," he said calmly. To say he hadn't reached peak horniness would be an understatement—he was horny horny.
So, while one of his hands was busy pleasuring the muscular woman, the other hand made its way toward his pants. With a very light motion, finally, his meat was revealed for the world to see. She, however, was still unaware, still enjoying his hand on her body, her skin glistening due to the effect of the baby oil.
She didn't even bat an eye when her panties were removed—probably didn't even feel it.
"Hm, your hand feels hot. Are you getting a fever?" she asked, slightly raising her head. For the last 30 seconds or so, she'd felt something pretty warm and hard against her butt, so she assumed that was his hand.
"That isn't my hand..." was his honest reply...
Oh... OHH.
She raised her hips up, earning a groan from Gabriel. He felt it—shit slid right in. No resistance at all. This wasn't the hole he had planned to enter.
She covered her mouth. Noises she didn't like were coming out.
"So that's what you meant when you said I was a pain in your ass."
"Shut up and move, dammit. Don't make me look stupid."
She was really acting like this. Cute.
Time Skip – 3 Hours
He got out of the room. He felt rather refreshed. Well, there was a first time for everything.
He did make sure to go visit Harribel—make sure his wife was okay, and that her pregnancy was moving along swimmingly.