Time skip.
It had been a few months. Something that Gabriel did notice about his beautiful son was the simple fact that his son was insanely powerful. Not a reincarnator, though—that he made sure of. Since his ability revolved around souls, he could see if it was the soul of a reincarnator who had kept their memories.
In this world, practically every soul was a reincarnation—since no soul could be created. They could be destroyed, though. So, to some level, everyone was a reincarnator. But, since Aurelón was his kid, he wanted to make sure his soul fusion was only his and Harribel's, and nothing else.
Since gaining this demonic power, Gabriel could see other realms—other incarnations of this same world, but with different stories. Something they almost all had in common was someone that was reincarnated from god-knows-where.
Anyway, his son was prime material for those fuckers—having probably one of the highest potentials in this world. Even a group project couldn't match him, for the simple fact that he was his son. The son of the source.
A better way to explain this would be: becoming a fusion of all races is like becoming the Soul King—a fusion of every race (maybe except Hollow). But what if, instead of needing to go through all the roundabout ways of using science and all that stuff... you came from the source. The raw source.
And since your dadda loves you, there's no tainting in your bloodline. You're just busted from birth.
Rivalling seated officers of the Gotei 13 as a newborn—goddamn baby with Reiatsu around the size of a Captain. Roughly twice the amount.
Such a cute, but terrifying baby.
Currently, Gabriel sat back, holding Aurelón in his arms, just... staring.
The kid was cute, alright? Golden highlights in his dark hair, those deep green eyes blinking curiously—and a tiny little hand trying to grab Gabriel's nose like it was some kind of sacred artifact.
"Hey now, easy there, killer," Gabriel chuckled, shifting the baby in his grip. "Don't go crushing Daddy's face just yet. That's a family treasure."
In response?
Squish.
Tiny fingers latched onto his cheek like a vice grip.
"H-hey—ow, okay, okay—strong grip—" he winced, trying to gently pull the baby's hand off.
He gave the boy's belly a light, affectionate poke. A distraction. That should—
WRAAAAAAAAAH—
The baby's mouth opened wide.
Too wide.
Like, inhumanly wide.
A pulse of energy built in his throat, and Gabriel's senses screamed danger just as a brilliant crimson Cero fired from the infant's mouth.
"OH SHI—"
BZZZT—BOOM!
Gabriel vanished in a flash, the beam missing him by a hair and tearing through the room behind him like paper. It didn't just hit the wall—it dug through it. The beam bored straight out of Las Noches, slicing a clean 2-meter-wide path into the distance, only stopping when it impacted a sand dune the size of a small building.
25% of the entire dune? Gone. Atomized.
Shit was like 100 meters tall and 40 meters wide. Well damn. Stronk baby.
Gabriel stood there, slowly turning his head back toward his giggling son.
The baby was clapping.
Still smoking a little from the mouth.
With glowing red eyes and an expression that could only be described as "proudly unhinged."
"...You're laughing," Gabriel muttered.
The baby clapped harder.
"You fired a damn Cero at me, and you're laughing?!"
He stepped forward, arms out. "Okay, let's try again, maybe—"
The child noticed the presence of his mom, and thus—
WRAAAAAAH—
Another charge started building in the boy's throat.
Gabriel's eye twitched. "You little gremlin, don't you—"
"Gabriel."
He froze like a deer caught in the middle of a Shinigami ambush.
Harribel stepped into the room, calm but... radiating that mom energy. The kind of energy that could silence a war with a look.
"What is going on—?"
Then she saw it.
The smoking baby mouth.
The hole in the wall.
And Gabriel mid-dodge, holding up a finger like he was trying to explain gravity.
She said nothing.
Just walked up.
Took the baby.
The boy immediately stopped crying. Snuggled against her. Gave a soft coo.
Gabriel blinked. "Wait—wait, seriously? He likes you better already?"
Harribel gave him the look.
"That's not how you handle a child," she said, her tone cool but absolutely carrying the mom-scolding tier of judgment.
"I was being gentle! I just poked him!" Gabriel defended, pointing dramatically at the still-giggling baby now gumming Harribel's collarbone like it was the finest spiritual snack in Hueco Mundo.
She didn't say anything.
But her eyes said everything.
Gabriel stared at Aurelón, who was peeking over Harribel's shoulder to look back at him with glowing red eyes...
And a smirk.
No.
An actual smirk.
That tiny mouth curved up ever so slightly.
Gabriel's eye twitched.
"...I'm raising a tiny demon with attitude. Fantastic."
Harribel turned to go, already rocking the baby gently. "I'm feeding him. And you're patching the wall."
Wow. This baby was mischievous.
How could someone set up their own father so well before even learning how to say their first real, actual words?
Truly, he was stunned.