Uchiha Miyuki: "Ohho! So it was Ichimaru Gin's sneak attack on Senpai that provoked His Highness Daemon into unleashing the Thunder that Tears the Stars?"
Uchiha Miyuki (smirking): "By the way, Your Highness Daemon, I'll ask in your place—Senpai, is your heart pounding? Are you thinking of confessing? I mean, you two do know each other quite intimately by now."
Jibril: "Ah, so that's why Mr. Daemon killed me a hundred times in the Demon Slayer world? It wasn't just for battle—it was also revenge for Kasumigaoka Utaha?"
Daemon (dryly): "What do you think?"
Jibril (pouting): "Hmph… You're really one to protect your favorites. Even I, a Flügel, feel a little jealous. It proves just how close you two are. You seemed very satisfied with my form back then. So tell me, Mr. Daemon—why wouldn't you protect me the same way? Hm?"
Daemon (deadpan): "Protect a yandere Flügel who wants to cut off my head and keep it as a trophy? Not happening."
Tohsaka Sakura (gasping): "Sister Jibril… you actually have such twisted thoughts?!"
Nakiri Erina (raising an eyebrow): "…I thought after the Demon Slayer arc, Jibril would officially become part of Daemon's harem. But now it seems we misunderstood?"
Jibril (calmly): "I never said I object to doing that sort of thing with Mr. Daemon. In fact, it's quite… enjoyable. But that doesn't mean I won't want to cut off his head and collect it. That's just who I am. The Flügel were born to slay gods—if we don't crave power and challenge the strong, we lose our purpose."
Kocho Shinobu: "…"
Nakiri Erina: "So you're seriously planning to decapitate Mr. Daemon?"
Jibril: "Why not?"
Tohsaka Sakura (clenching her fists): "I won't allow it! I won't let anyone cut off Brother Daemon's head! In this Holy Grail War, I'll form contracts with even more heroic spirits and protect him myself!"
Jibril (teasing): "Oh? How many spirits do you think you'll need, Sakura? I haven't even accessed your world's memories, but from what I've gathered in the chat group, most of your so-called heroic spirits pale in comparison to me~"
Tohsaka Sakura (muttering): "…Twenty-four…"
Esdeath (snickering): "People called me a yandere, but you? You're on another level. This Flügel girl might be the real thing."
Jibril (giggling): "Didn't I already admit it in the group chat? The word yandere was practically made for me and I wear it with pride."
Daemon (sighing): "Ignore her. I killed her dozens of times per second in the Demon slayer world. She only stayed alive longer thanks to eating Senzu Beans like candy. Collecting my head? She wouldn't manage it even in her next life."
Tohsaka Sakura (grinning): "Hehe, looks like Sister Jibril really can't beat Brother Daemon~"
Luo Hao (chuckling): "The power gap is too large. Most of her abilities are rendered useless against him. I'd say her fate really is just as Daemon said."
Jibril (shouting): "Ahhh! You're all underestimating me! Who's to say I won't eventually get strong enough to defeat him one day?!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha (smirking): "Sure, we'll wait and see. Until then, simmer down, you little mushroom stew bird."
As the group continued to tease and roast Jibril in the chat, even Daemon himself looked a little dumbfounded. Am I really that likable? Even as a scumbag?
"Let's end this farce already, Mr. Daemon."
Yamamoto Mei's quiet voice cut through the noise as she looked up at the thunder still rumbling in the sky. "This time, unlike Hitsugaya Toshiro's earlier explanation, your Noble Phantasm's release might have drawn the attention of the entire Soul Society. Even if none of them could stop you… this is still my home. I don't want to see it destroyed."
"…Understood."
Daemon nodded. With a simple motion, he dismissed the storm of divine black lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Soi Fon and Ichimaru Gin appeared, lying scorched and unconscious on the ground. Despite the Noble Phantasm's terrifying power, Daemon had held back, ensuring they weren't killed—just left seriously injured and unable to fight.
"Urgh… damn it! Who… are you?"
Soi Fon gritted her teeth, eyes burning with fury as she locked onto Daemon's face. It was a look she would remember for the rest of her life—the first time she had ever been so thoroughly defeated.
Daemon only smiled.
"He's a Celestial Dragon," Yamamoto Mei answered softly, "a noble born at the top, worshipped by kingdoms. Usually, he does nothing but indulge in luxury."
Daemon released Momo Hinamori, who still stared at him in a daze, and casually scooped up Rangiku Matsumoto—shaken but unharmed.
Soi Fon's sharp voice cut through the tension in the air.
"Celestial Dragons? Hah, never heard of them. And hey, what do you think you're doing to the vice-captain of the 10th Division!?"
She didn't understand a word of Mei's cryptic mutterings. But the moment he stepped toward Rangiku, her instincts screamed. This wasn't just killing intent—it was pressure. The kind that made even someone like her falter.
Daemon didn't even glance at her.
"What else?" he said, a casual smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm going to bully her. Thoroughly."
It was said so matter-of-factly that Soi Fon's breath caught.
He ignored her completely, locking eyes with Rangiku Matsumoto. Fear flickered in her wide eyes, and she shrank back slightly beneath his gaze.
Originally, Daemon hadn't planned to lay a finger on her. He wasn't some depraved brute who lost control at the sight of a beautiful woman.
But Ichimaru Gin had crossed a line—he'd dared to lay a hand on his woman.
And in Daemon's world, that meant payment was due.
An eye for an eye. A heart for a heart. A crush… for a crush.
Kasumigaoka Utaha had dodged Gin's spear with nothing but her own strength—Daemon hadn't intervened. He'd seen her power firsthand. It wasn't Ichimaru's mercy that spared her. So, he dismissed her from the equation entirely.
Lowering his head slightly, his voice dropped.
"This is just repayment."
Rangiku's breath hitched. Her lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. It was all so fast, so wrong.
She'd only been out on a routine patrol—nothing unusual. So why… why had it come to this? Her pride, her composure, her voice, all of it was slipping away.
Just a few meters away, Ichimaru Gin lay prone on the ground.
Or rather, he had been.
His fingers clenched slowly into fists as he listened. That voice. That humiliation. His blood boiled. His thoughts spun out of control.
Who are these people? They're not Shinigami, but their power… it's absurd.
His eyes opened into narrow slits, calculating even now.
They're with Hinamori Momo. Could they be Aizen's new allies? And Yamamoto Mei that noble girl, she's… standing with them?
What if even she's fallen under Aizen's spell? Or worse… what if she's been with him all along?
Ichimaru Gin's mind raced. He had lived in shadows, danced on the edge of treachery, all to bring down one man.
Aizen. The one who'd stolen something precious from Rangiku's soul. For years, Gin had smiled and obeyed, waiting for the moment he could strike back.
And now… he might've finally found Aizen's weakness.
But none of that mattered right now.
Rangiku was crying.
That look on her face, he couldn't bear it. He didn't care about his plan. Or survival. Or strategy.
What mattered… was her.
"Bankai," he whispered.
The word tore from his lips like lightning.
"Kamishini no Yari."
From the loose sleeves of his uniform, his Zanpakuto burst forth in a blinding stream of white light. A spear of divine fury. In the blink of an eye, it extended—and retracted—faster than sound, faster than thought.
And it hit.
A deafening boom tore through the air as the blade struck Daemon's back with explosive force.
"I got him…" Gin murmured, eyes wide. He could hardly believe it. That technique—crafted for Aizen, designed to end it all—had landed cleanly.
Daemon staggered forward from the blow.
From nearby, Kocho Shinobu cried out. "Mr. Daemon!"
She rushed to his side in a blur of concern, dropping to her knees. Her fingers trembled as she reached for his coat, tearing it open in a desperate attempt to assess the wound.
But there was nothing.
No blood. No torn flesh. Not even a bruise.
Just flawless, pale skin.
She froze.
Kasumigaoka Utaha and Yamamoto Mei didn't move. Didn't flinch. They simply stared at Ichimaru Gin—smiling.
Coldly.
Cruelly.
Gin's heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Why weren't they worried?
Why weren't they even looking at Daemon?
Ichimaru Gin felt a chill ripple down his spine. His heart thudded unnaturally in his chest.
"No way… Impossible…"
His mind was screaming, but his body remained frozen.
Daemon hadn't moved.
Gin's Bankai—Kamishini no Yari, a strike hailed as one of the fastest in Soul Society, had landed cleanly. One thousandth the speed of light. A piercing blow so precise that not even most captains could react in time.
Yet—Daemon stood still, completely unfazed.
He slowly turned, holding a barely conscious Matsumoto Rangiku in one hand. Her breath came in short gasps, her eyes hazy from lack of oxygen.
And on Daemon's lips—a cold and mocking smirk.
"You really went all out, huh? I'll give you that," he said. His voice was relaxed, almost lazy. Like this wasn't a life-or-death situation—but a mild inconvenience.
Gin's gaze dropped in horror.
Daemon's clothes hadn't even torn.
No blood. No wound. Not even a scratch.
Gin staggered back, pale. "That's… That's not possible! That was my Bankai! He didn't even block it—!"
His hands trembled. His Zanpakuto, which had always felt like an extension of his soul, suddenly seemed… useless. Laughable.
Soi Fon, who had been watching the clash from a distance, was equally stunned.
Her usual stern expression twisted into one of disbelief. Even she, a master assassin, was left speechless.
"…He took a direct hit. And there's not even a wrinkle on his clothes…"
Meanwhile, the chat group erupted in chaos.
Luo Hao: "What in the world!? That Bankai is ridiculously fast! If I were caught off guard, I wouldn't even have time to unleash my magic!"
Esdeath: "…Same. Did he say it was a thousandth of the speed of light? If that hit me while my guard was down, I wouldn't even have time to freeze time itself."
Tohsaka Sakura: "I saw big brother Daemon get stabbed and I almost screamed! My heart still hasn't stopped pounding!"
Jibril: "…You do realize Daemon's the one doing the bullying, right? Even with fan goggles on, there's a limit, Sakura."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Still… I was sure His Highness Daemon would be injured this time. That hit wasn't a joke…"
Nakiri Erina: "Is it the Noble Phantasm? That's why he didn't defend or dodge?"
Jibril: "Nope. Daemon saw it coming from the start. With the Eye of Horus and blessings from the Sky God, he's immune to all long-range damage. It wasn't even a challenge for him."
Uchiha Madara: "Outrageous. That was a stab, not a ranged attack."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Actually… Gin's Zanpakuto turns into dust and injects poison from a distance. It's clearly a ranged weapon—no melee contact at all."
Jibril: "Either way, this is busted. What do you mean 'blessing of the Sky God'? Where's our game balance?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "I mean… what can we do? He's the boss. I'm just a humble group member with low-tier stats."
Ichimaru Gin's knees buckled beneath him, the weight of disbelief pressing down like a thousand storms.
His breath hitched. Hands trembling. Lips parted, but no words came—only a whisper lost to the wind.
"This… This was it," his mind reeled. "The one technique I forged in the dark. The only path to redemption… to vengeance… and it did nothing."
His Bankai—Kamishini no Yari—crafted for the sole purpose of slaying Aizen, the monster he had served with gritted teeth and a hollow smile. The blade he had sharpened with guilt, fear, and silent resolve had failed to pierce even cloth.
Daemon stood before him, untouched. Rangiku lay safely cradled in one arm, unconscious but unharmed.
And Daemon's eyes, calm and steady, pierced deeper than any sword ever could.
He tilted his head, voice light, almost amused.
"You're wondering why, aren't you?" he said. "To be honest… so am I."
Daemon shrugged causally as if he weren't defying logic.
"I just killed some famous pirate . Next thing I know, I've got this weird resistance to long-range damage. Don't ask me. Even I think it's absurd."
Of course Daemon said this just to fuck with his brain.
Gin stared at him, hollow-eyed, stunned beyond words.
There was no gloating. No menace. Only the crushing weight of indifference—as if Gin's best effort hadn't even been worth noticing.
And then, as if summoned by the weight of his presence, a sword of radiant gold formed in Daemon's hand. Sunlight coalesced into steel, humming with divine energy—a Noble Phantasm born not from ritual, but from victory.
Yamamoto Mei, watching in silence, narrowed her eyes.
"…He won't survive this," she muttered.
She Didn't try to stop any of it.
Even if Gin's betrayal had been born from love—for Rangiku, for the chance to destroy Aizen—it had still broken the code of their world. For Mei, that price was too high.
Gin staggered, coughing blood, the metallic taste thick in his throat. His vision blurred, yet his grip on his sword tightened.
"I don't care…" he gasped. "I don't care what kind of god shields you…!"
He roared, defiance burning in his ruined chest.
"Shikai— Kamishini no Yari! "
Spiritual pressure exploded from his body. The ground cracked beneath his feet. The blade shot forward—a streak of death too fast to see, too precise to dodge.
A spear designed to pierce gods.
Daemon met it without flinching.
No movement.
No defense.
Just a single word.
"God Avoid."
Facing the desperate Ichimaru Gin, Daemon raised his gleaming Noble Phantasm with a casual wave—utterly indifferent.
"Zheng——!"
A golden arc of light flashed.
In the blink of an eye, Gin's neck was severed. The blade sliced through flesh and bone as effortlessly as tearing paper.
Even then, Gin's final gambit triggered. His divine killing spear—the true nature of Kamishini no Yari—shot forward in a burst of white light. It was faster than sound, faster than lightning, hundreds of times faster than most could react.
Yet, once again… it failed.
The strike struck Daemon squarely.
And vanished—leaving not even a mark.
Boom.
Gin's headless body collapsed with a dull thud, lifeless. As it fell, his legend—his very essence—was absorbed into Daemon's outstretched hand, now glowing with the mark of Hermes.
A new Noble Phantasm had begun to take shape.
"Ichimaru Gin… died!?"
Soi Fon's heart lurched in disbelief. She had watched it all—watched Gin die, and Yamamoto Mei remain silent, unmoved. She couldn't understand it. The weight of shock crushed down on her chest.
Electric pain surged through her battered body, but she grit her teeth, forcing herself to move. With a burst of Shunpo, she leapt into the air, attempting to flee.
But then… Daemon spoke.
His voice was low. Calm.
"No flying."
In that instant, the spiritual particles beneath her feet dispersed.
Her control over the air vanished. As if the very laws of the world had changed.
Soi Fon's eyes widened in horror as her body dropped from the sky like a broken-winged bird.
Boom.
She crashed—right into Daemon's arms. He caught her effortlessly, cradling her like a princess. Her body trembled, eyes wide with confusion and humiliation.
Daemon looked down at her with a crooked smile, his voice tinged with amusement.
"I didn't know you liked me this much, little Soi Fon."
Soi Fon stiffened, trying to wriggle free, but his grip was firm—gentle, yet inescapable.
He leaned in slightly, his tone mockingly affectionate.
"Since you clearly can't stay away, why not become my wife?"
"And as a bonus… once I catch Yoruichi, I'll let you decide what to do with her."
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