Gabriel stood at the center of his private chambers, arms extended like a scarecrow crucified by love and exhaustion. Five miniature divine nukes surrounded him—crawling, floating, and one biting.
Leonido was chewing on his tail again.
Yes, the child had a tail. His ass figured out he could transform. Yes, Resurrección mode. Yes, a newborn child knew how to enter that state. Probably felt easier for him since his mom was a Jinchūriki of a dragon or something. So that should be the same for Apacci and Sun-Sun's kids.
Which didn't exclude the fact that this child was, in fact, the most violent one. Like, come on. You have a tail—why is your first thought to bite it?
"L-Leonido, no tail—no bitey!"
Gabriel twisted to gently pry his fiery lion child off. In the process, Víborran flicked his tiny forked tongue and stole Gabriel's earrings. Again. With his mouth. While inverted.
"Ssssssslippery little shit—give that back—HEY!"
Gabriel stumbled, tripped, caught Aurelón mid-air just before he could body-slam his siblings.
Why was he in mid-air?! That baby could FLY NOW?!
"I said no aerial takedowns unless I'm awake to record it," Gabriel gasped. "You're not even a year old! Chill!"
The child, in fact, wouldn't chill. The little demon smiled, and like a waterbending master, controlled all the moisture in the air and fired a hyper-compressed beam of water at him, which, of course, he dodged.
Gabriel watched as the water attack utterly destroyed a nearby dune... before going through fifty more.
Note to self: he needed to make his walls very durable.
Something very tough. He'd have his scientists work on this. Maybe make some Vasto Lorde turn into construction material or something.
He felt danger... and then he saw it.
Apacci's daughter—Lobéria—growled at him. Full-on growl. Drool dripping, claws flexing like a wolf cub eyeing a fresh steak.
"...Lobéria, please don't tackle me. You already bit the milkmaid ghost. Twice."
She pounced.
He caught her.
Barely.
Just in time for Aurelón to start laughing, fists pounding his tiny bassinet with enough force to rattle the damn throne room two floors down.
Meanwhile...
Serafina sat on a silken cloud-like cushion, sipping Reishi from a delicately infused bottle that literally looked like a chalice. No chaos. No madness. She made soft eye contact with Gabriel and offered a slow blink.
"Thank you," she seemed to say telepathically.
Gabriel almost cried.
Then Víborran whipped past on all fours like a damn serpent ferret, dragging one of Gabriel's capes behind him like a trophy, cackling with tiny sparks flaring in his fangs.
And Mila Rose's lion son?
Roaring.
At his reflection.
For the seventh time.
"IT'S ME!" ROAR.
"IT'S ME AGAIN!" ROARRR.
Gabriel, sleep-deprived, with his shirt halfway gone and what might've been ghost spit in his hair, rubbed his temples.
"...You little bastards are adorable. Why do you hurt me like this?"
[SCENE — INNER MINDSCAPE | DEEP IN THE SOUL]
A black palace loomed in the void.
There, Luz'xipher sat on a throne made of screaming halos and broken seals, watching the chaos unfold through a crystalline tear-shaped scrying mirror.
He was smiling.
A small counter ticked above him:
[17 Years. 4 Months. 6 Days. 23 Hours. 58 Minutes...]
The beast knew the outside world was now aware of his existence. The thing now was—could Gabriel protect his family, or would he lose it all?
It licked its lips. For the most part, it had gotten over it. Over the part of Adyneus tricking him. He would rip that bastard in half, kill all of his descendants, drink his blood, before destroying him across countless realities.
Truly, he wasn't mad anymore. He 100% wasn't planning to turn the Soul King's corpse into an actual puppet and have him do the most degrading thing ever. Make people think the Soul King had a degrading kink.
Truly. He wasn't petty.
The image of Adyneus was erased from existence. Oh well. Speaking of which, the beast looked at Ichibē—or more like the copy of him. After having devoured him, he had gained the man's power. Heh. To be fair, he didn't need it.
Like Adyneus, if he wanted an ability, he would just get it. It would just be more destructive. So yes, for someone to actually fully kill him, they would have to erase every single atom of him, then fully erase his soul, then his existence, then the multiverse he lived in had to be entirely erased—and if anyone were to remember it, he would spawn back to life.
It was one of his many abilities. He could revive as long as someone, anyone, anything remembered him. And as long as the concept of God, or good and evil, existed—he would be there.
So unless some very specific circumstances happened, he would not die.
He was what would happen if "OP" was given more power.
To think, Gabriel is only harnessing 1% of his true ability. Yes. One percent. While Gabriel thinks he's at 30%, he's only using 30% of the power currently contained in his body.
The beast's main body was still in Hell. To put it into perspective, let's say this: think of Sukuna and his fingers.
Gabriel would only have one finger, and is only able to use 30% of the power of that one... singular finger.
Oh well.
Adyneus seems to have gotten an heir, and from the look of it, as goofy as that heir may look... Gabriel would not win. Like, at all. Shit would be unfair—like letting a max-level player fight a level 1.
Sad.
Oh well. Gabriel... would soon enough give in to him. After all, when everyone he loves and cares for vanishes... there is only one person to go back to.
He wondered how to call that final war... a war to decide the fate of existence itself... this might draw the attention of that Quincy...
No bother. He would make a fine kill.
[SCENE — BACK TO REALITY | GABRIEL'S PERSPECTIVE]
Gabriel, meanwhile unaware of the beast's planning, could be seen losing his shit.
"AAAAAAGHHH—NO! DON'T SET THE CURTAINS ON FIRE—!"
Gabriel bolted across the room, grabbing Leonido mid-pounce just before he ignited the embroidered Hellfire drapes.
Aurelón had made a throne from pillows.
Serafina was peacefully levitating her toys into an orbital system.
Víborran now wore Gabriel's entire cloak and hissed at maids like a mafia boss.
Lobéria was dragging a skeletal Hellhound by the ear.
"...I'm gonna die."
"Father!" Serafina said, her voice clear as a bell, her Reiryoku calming the air.
All the chaos paused.
All of them turned to him.
Eyes glowing.
Crawling closer.
Oh no.
Oh no no no—
"GROUP TACKLE!" Aurelón shouted gleefully.
Gabriel screamed.
Again.
To say he was being flattened would be an understatement. He was being bum-rushed by his babies. Yes, he loved them, but damn. Each one wanted to hold their precious daddy. Their father.
Sun-Sun peeked into the room with a smug smile.
"He's under there," she said, pointing to the pile of giggling, glowing, slightly destructive babies.
Neliel, arms crossed, smiled serenely. "They adore him."
"They're going to destroy him," Apacci noted proudly.
"They are his kids," Mila Rose added, eyes gleaming.
And from beneath the toddler mountain of god-tier Reiryoku...
"...Somebody... please... get me a nap..."
[SCENE — CONGO | SOUTHERN SOUL SOCIETY BRANCH — THE VERDANT TRIBUNAL]
The drums echoed like thunder through the jungle canopy.
Not a war beat—yet. But a rhythm of remembrance. A call to the roots. Each thrum pulled on the Umkhondo, the life-thread, as if reminding the very earth: We are still here.
Deep within the emerald thickets of the Congo, where spirit and matter flowed like breath and blood, the Verdant Tribunal convened beneath the Great Root Shrine—a living, ancient tree whose branches were said to touch the border of life and afterlife.
Mists curled around the jungle floor, thick with spiritual density. The sky was bruised with unnatural clouds. Something old stirred.
A figure stepped forward—bare-chested, muscles lined with glowing white Totemic Scars, his dreadlocks adorned with serpent bones and owl feathers.
High Binder Shamon of the Vata'Ndu.
His voice rumbled like a landslide, directed at a circle of warriors—men and women, masked, scarred, adorned with fanged amulets and jaguar cloaks. Some were already fused—skin glistening with scaled hide or glowing with lightning veins.
"The prophecy has moved," Shamon spoke, eyes locked on the Teller of Ash, a slender woman whose eyes were mist-white, her fingers dancing in the dust before her.
"The Umkhondo trembles. The sky-herds fall. A Beast is crowned not in glory... but in mourning."
The Teller's hands froze. Her voice, low and rasped:
"The Shatterer has cracked the outer ring. His seed walks. His soul-splinters multiply. If we wait—our breath ends."
Shamon's fingers flexed. Around his arm, his bound Spirit Beast—a colossal spiritual panther with lava veins and fire-mane—snarled silently, eyes locked northward.
"The Black Spiral has begun..." he murmured. "We were meant to hold the line."
He turned toward the warriors.
"Then let us sharpen it."
A pulse of Reiryoku spread from him—an Umkhondo Pulse—each warrior inhaling in unison, their own soul-thread resonating with the pulse like a great harmonic breath.
Some dropped to one knee.
Others wept silently.
The Spirit-Wardens pounded their spears into the earth. One called out:
"Name the enemy."
Shamon's eyes narrowed.
"Luz'xipher's Child."
A chorus of growls. Some were animal. Some were not.
A Soul-Stalker stepped forward, face painted in ash, carrying a mask that resembled a fanged hyena.
"I saw the fire mark. The child—He—carries the scent of Primordial Echoes. He is not a mere beast. He is the storm before the fall."
Another voice: "Then we kill him?"
A silence fell.
Then Shamon answered, his voice colder than mountain frost:
"No. We bind him."
Shock.
"What?!" a Warden barked. "That creature is the heir to the Shatterer—"
"—Which makes him our anchor," Shamon cut in.
He stepped forward, laying a scarred hand upon the Shrine Root. It pulsed softly.
"If we sever him now, the cycle breaks in fury. If we bind him—if we bring him to balance—perhaps the Umkhondo will hold."
He turned to the Teller.
"Summon the Gate-Priests. Prepare the Silver Feather Path. We must meet with the Central Soul Society."
He looked to the horizon.
"And if they refuse to listen... then we'll go through them, too."
[SCENE — DEEP JUNGLE | A FEW MILES AWAY]
A shadow moved unnaturally.
A spirit—corrupted and leaking black steam—twitched its malformed limbs, whispering in broken tongues.
Then—
A spear through the skull.
The beast shrieked once before its form unraveled, collapsing into a web of severed soul-threads.
A Revenant Hunter stood over it, breath slow. A hawk-headed mask covered his face. His weapon glowed.
Another Mal'Ombra was dead.
But they were appearing more frequently now.
The war had already begun.
[SCENE — SKY ABOVE | NIGHT]
The stars blinked. One blinked out.
A black spiral slowly began to turn across the atmosphere, only visible to those bound by spirit.
And high above all—
Luz'xipher, still watching.
Still smiling.
"The game begins. Let's see if the jungle still remembers how to bleed."
A/N
🌿 Southern Branch: The Verdant Tribunal (魂界・南方会, "Kon-kai Nanpōkai")
Region: South America (Amazonian + Andean), Central & Southern Africa (Sahara to Congo)
🌍 Core Doctrine:
"Unity Through Breath."
All living things—plant, beast, human, spirit—share a soul-thread known as the Umkhondo or Yax'Ek depending on the region. Death is not a severance, but a transference into the great Soul Current, a spiraling stream of life-force that circles the world like a second atmosphere.
🐾 Spiritual System – The Soulbind Path
The spiritual warriors of the Southern Branch are known not as Shinigami or Wizards, but:
Verdant Binders (Yaxb'in / Vata'Ndu)
Beast-Walkers
Symbiont Shamans
They practice Symbiotic Binding with Beast Spirits—not dominating or destroying but entering covenant with them. This relationship allows transformation, memory-sharing, and power amplification.
🔺 Core Power StructuresRoleTitleFunctionBinderBalam-Kin / Sangom'aBonded with a Spirit Beast, gain enhanced traits & unique fusion abilitiesSpeakerTeller of AshInterprets the flow of the Umkhondo, predicting spiritual eventsWardenJungle Flame / Dust SentinelGuards sacred zones, hunt corrupted spirits (Rogues or Luz'xipher-tainted)Revenant HunterSpirit StalkerSpecialized in purging fallen spirits that resist union and become feral🌿 Symbiosis Over Zanpakutō
They don't wield Zanpakutō or staves. Instead, they bind to Ancestral Beasts, Mythic Animals, or even Elemental Entities.
Fusion State: Beast and Binder partially or fully merge, creating hybrid forms with enhanced senses, armor, and elemental auras.
Echo Calls: Their equivalent of Kidō, invoked through primal chants or rhythm (drums, flutes, bone whistles), which call environmental forces or ancestral aid.
Totemic Scars: Sacred markings burned into their flesh that store abilities or pass down past life skills—similar to inherited memory tattoos.
🐉 Corrupted Spirits – The Mal'Ombra (Dark-Eaters)
When a beast or Binder is tainted by Luz'xipher's essence, they don't Hollowfy—they implode spiritually, turning into Mal'Ombra, corrupted soul-beasts of decay, bloodlust, and insanity.
These creatures lose all tether to the Umkhondo and attempt to devour soul-threads, causing whole ecosystems to rot.
⚔️ Luz'xipher in Southern Mythos – The Shatterer of Threads
"He who burned the Soul Current black."
To the Southern Branch, Luz'xipher is not simply a tyrant—he is the apocalyptic entropy that burns the Umkhondo until even death dies.
Prophecy of the Black Spiral:
Luz'xipher's return begins with the fall of the sky-herds (dragons)
Feral beasts will rise, but those without soul-threads will rule
When the Last Beast Binder is consumed by flame, the Umkhondo will collapse, and the Cycle will end
🔥 Unique Techniques & Power TypesAbilityDescriptionUmkhondo PulseCreates a spiritual wave that aligns or disrupts all beings in its radius. Can heal or sever bindings.SoulmergeBinder merges with spirit beast to create a powerful hybrid, capable of elemental manipulation and rapid regeneration.Echochant RitualsUses ancestral rhythms to summon natural events (storm, wildfire, vines) or calm corrupted zones.Totemic Memory RecallInvoke ancient warriors' skills from their soul tattoos; technique memory passed across generations.Mark of RejectionSymbol of anti-Luz'xipher resistance; blocks corruption attempts and weakens Mal'Ombra in range.🏞️ Sacred Lands of the South
The Emerald Labyrinth: A jungle so dense it's partially spiritual. Holds millions of slumbering beast spirits.
Mount Tonatlis: Where Beast-Kings dwell. Luz'xipher's followers were banished here in ancient times—now it trembles.
The Crocodile Basin: Site of Luz'xipher's first corrupted Binder. Its waters whisper evil.
The Starroot Tree: Touches all world threads. Considered the "heart" of the Umkhondo.