Gabriel had spent some time with this soul—about three years, give or take.
Yamamoto's soul resisted the whole process like hell itself. Being something other than a Shinigami? That was unacceptable to him on a spiritual level. The amount of Hollow bodies that couldn't handle Yamamoto's soul was insane.
But, after those years of relentless trial and error, he had finally succeeded.
This was his first success.
He would call it... Enma.
Or something like that.
Because this corpse was no longer Yamamoto Genryūsai.
That soul had been cracked, melted, and re-cast in Gabriel's fire—tempered in Hell's judgment, folded like steel by primordial will.
Now?
He opened his eyes.
Two suns.
Molten. Controlled.
"Yemma," Gabriel said, the name chosen not out of nostalgia but function—his twist on Enma-Yama, the Buddhist Lord of Death. "It suits you."
The figure bowed his head slightly, and his voice rumbled like tectonic plates cracking.
"I live to judge."
His new frame bore similarities to the former Captain-Commander—long beard, deep wrinkles, skin like ancient bark—but his aura was no longer scorched red. His flames pulsed blue—pure, soul-etched fire, laced with decision and command.
Around his shoulders was a coat made of that same fire. It flowed like cloth, yet left embers wherever it swept.
As the body fused with the soul, the man grew out a hairline and looked rather young—not like he was a thousand years old or something.
"Let's go over your talents again," Gabriel muttered, summoning a floating hololith etched in golden sigils. "Aside from the basic immortality package..."
He ticked them off like a to-do list:
Soul Judgement: He could see a soul's entire karmic ledger at a glance, judge it fairly, and choose which realm it entered. No more bureaucratic mistakes or Heaven-bound serial killers.
Ashen Eidolons: Could summon any person he'd personally slain—fully intact in body and mind, memories preserved, strength and abilities unchanged.
Kasei-Kokuin (Firebrand Sigil): His flames could now "mark" sinners permanently—branding their souls so they could never reincarnate without his approval. Also, his attacks deal 10x the damage to those with the mark.
Sentient Flame Constructs: From soldiers to beasts to simulacrums of himself, his fire could think, adapt, and obey with tactical awareness.
Gabriel rubbed his temple. "Took me three years just to stabilize your damn ego fusion. Nearly melted your spine into a pride circuit."
Gabriel exhaled through his nose. The fusion had been unstable at first—far too much rage compacted into a role that required balance. It took countless failsafes and a few desperate tweaks to make it stick.
Anyway, now that he was here, he guided the beast to his post. Now, being the guardian of Hell—good work out there.
Hope he had fun.
Now time for him to go back home and relax... hopefully, nothing happened back there.
The moment he opened the door—
BZZZT—BOOM!
A small, searing-hot missile of pure muscle and chaos slammed into Gabriel's gut like a meteor forged in a volcano.
"PÁÁÁÁÁPAAAAAAAAA!!"
"GHH—Leonido!" Gabriel choked, stumbling back a step as his son rammed into him like no other. The little fella was out here meeting his dad at mach speed—busted-ass kid.
"You said you'd spar with me when the flaming old man was done!" the boy roared, clearly fired up. Literal flames danced around his shoulders—his reiatsu flickering like a lion's mane made of molten magma.
"Jeez, aren't you just brash," Gabriel said.
To which his son smiled, his sharp teeth showing. His fiery lion mane was currently available for the whole world to see—he looked like a cute lion with a mane of fire.
"Leonido, I told you to stop using Sonido inside the palace. You just cracked three walls," came the voice of the boy's mom.
"He needed to be ready!" the boy argued back. "What if someone tried to assassinate him? After all, Papa is public enemy number one!"
The boy seemed proud of that fact—as if his dad being that strong and wanted was something to boast about.
Gabriel raised a brow. "I like where your head's at, actually."
Mila groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Don't encourage him."
Gabriel just shrugged and ruffled Leonido's hair, even as it scorched his palm. "He's your son. Aren't you proud of him?"
"I heard that," Leonido declared. "I'm both of yours!"
"And yet you got your mom's anger. Wonder if you hate men too... but would that be women for you?" Gabriel muttered, rubbing his ribs.
Mila Rose groaned while the child looked curious. Heh. What was Papa trying to say?
Leonido puffed up, proud. "Mom says I'll be stronger than Loberian soon."
"That's good to know," Gabriel said with a smile.
The child smiled back, all happy. Praise from his dad—wasn't that the best?
At the proud age of like seven years old, he was quite stronk. Not the strongest kid—that was currently Sera—but he was strong nonetheless. In terms of raw power alone, he was already captain level. He just had no control over it.
Plus, he had a restriction—though his was different. Since his mom was a host to a dragon, he inherited some traits of that dragon. Meaning, his base power was stronger, and his power overall was buffed.
That would apply to two of his other siblings. And even though Aurelion and Sera didn't have that buff, frankly, they didn't need it. Even without it, they were absolute monsters.
Sera, for the most part, had achieved great success with her Resurrección—being able to keep it active for three hours. And Aurelion's flames were hella dangerous.
Oh well. Leonido would do well.
Gabriel greeted Mila Rose with a kiss.
"Ew! Mommy and Daddy are kissing!" the child said, looking away. Like come on, why were they kissing? Nobody wanted to see that.
"Hey, I love her. Of course I'm going to show love," Gabriel said, lightly biting her neck.
A light moan escaped her lips.
Heh. Why were his mom's cheeks red?
The child was confused.