Soi Fon — Captain of the Second Division, loyal, proud, and strict to a fault.
She had always worshipped Yoruichi Shihōin the previous Second Division Captain and her personal idol—bordering on obsession.
But after Yoruichi disappeared without a word during Aizen's betrayal, Soi Fon's admiration twisted into bitter resentment.
She convinced herself that Yoruichi had abandoned her, and that betrayal became unforgivable.
That same sense of justice and duty brought Soi Fon to the battlefield today. Unlike other captains who turned a blind eye to protocol, she had zero tolerance for insubordination.
So, when she saw Yamamoto Mei—heir to the Soul Society's legacy—standing beside Daemon, a suspicious outsider, she didn't hesitate.
She attacked.
But the result?
A humiliating defeat.
Now, stripped of her power to stand midair, she plummeted like a broken-winged sparrow—only to be caught effortlessly in Daemon's arms.
Cradled like a bride.
"What... what the hell...?" she gasped in disbelief, face flushed red from shame and fury.
Daemon grinned lazily as he looked down at her, still holding her in his arms.
"I didn't think you liked me that much, little Bee," he said teasingly. "Want to stay with me? Be my little wife? I promise when I catch Yoruichi... I'll let you command her."
Soi Fon's mind stalled.
What?! Yoruichi...?
Her chest burned with a mix of confusion and rage. She wasn't just being held like a princess by this cocky bastard—he had the nerve to talk about owning Yoruichi?!
Unforgivable.
"You bastard! Let me go!" she shouted, thrashing in his grip.
Daemon just shrugged. "Nope."
That pushed her past her breaking point. Her eyes narrowed. This guy wasn't just a pervert—he was an enemy of everything she stood for.
Her back and shoulder garments suddenly tore apart in a controlled explosion, revealing her toned, sun-kissed skin beneath.
A technique she had once perfected for the sole purpose of defeating Yoruichi. The force of the blast propelled her like a missile.
"Shunko!" she cried.
Her fist, brimming with compressed spiritual energy, aimed straight at Daemon's smug face with enough power to crack a mountain.
But Daemon's right hand moved first.
Snap!
He caught her punch mid-air—like it was nothing.
"What…?"
Soi Fon's eyes widened in disbelief. Her full-powered strike, her secret weapon, stopped cold.
Daemon looked down at her with amusement.
"You're strong, I'll give you that. But strength alone won't cut it."
He lifted her wrist slightly, still holding her effortlessly. "This is thanks to my Noble Phantasm—'Hercules' Belt.' You don't need to know all the details, just that as long as I have energy to burn, I'll always be faster and stronger."
Before she could process his words, Daemon tossed her lightly into the air, then struck her in the stomach with a swift, devastating punch.
Thud!
Her body folded around the blow. Her lungs emptied in an instant. Blood burst from her lips as her vision swam.
"Guh—!"
Pain, unbearable pain, clouded her thoughts.
And then—darkness.
Daemon caught her again before she hit the ground, cradling her unconscious body with surprising care.
"Much better," he whispered. "You're cuter when you're quiet, little Bee."
He turned his gaze to Matsumoto Rangiku, who stood frozen, still staring at Gin Ichimaru's lifeless body.
"Well?" he asked softly. "Will you come with me willingly? Or should I carry you off too?" His smile returned, taunting and cruel. "Or maybe... you'd prefer the little bee's treatment?"
Moments later — Soul Society.
A flurry of flash steps cut through the silence as several captains arrived on the scene.
Kyoraku Shunsui knelt by Gin's body, his usual laid-back demeanor nowhere to be seen.
"Third Division Captain Ichimaru Gin… dead. Killed in our own backyard," he said grimly.
Ukitake Jushiro hovered over the unconscious Toshiro Hitsugaya, visibly relieved.
"At least Captain Hitsugaya is alive," he murmured weakly, coughing into his sleeve.
"Maybe the enemy let him go… or maybe he wasn't worth killing. Either way, we'll get answers when he wakes."
Komamura Sajin clenched his massive fists. "To attack the Soul Society directly… they're mocking us! This is war!"
Kyoraku nodded. "I'll inform Head Captain Yamamoto immediately. Komamura, you and Ukitake take Hitsugaya and Gin's body to the Fourth Division. Get them treated. And have Captain Unohana examine Gin's remains. Maybe she can tell us something."
"Understood."
The three captains split up without further delay, the weight of the attack settling heavy on their shoulders.
[Group Chat]
Uchiha Miyuki: "It's really sad that Gin died like that."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Aizen Sōsuke! Your right-hand man is dead! His Highness Daemon killed him!"
Aizen Sōsuke: "...Gin, huh? What a pity. He wasn't the most loyal subordinate, but he was certainly useful."
Aizen Sōsuke: "But death is death. My highest expectation for him was always when he'd betray me and how. But the memory copy has already told me everything. So honestly, he's no longer relevant."
Uchiha Miyuki: "How tragic. Gin Ichimaru—a pitiful simp in human skin. Even the girl he liked is now cuddled up in Daemon's arms."
Luo Hao: "Well, that's what happens when you ambush Utaha. He touched Daemon's reverse scale. Of course he was doomed. Too bad he didn't know how much Daemon cared about her."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "...Wait. Can I just say... I didn't even know Mr. World Noble cared that much about me? I'm genuinely flattered."
Tohsaka Sakura: "Brother Daemon is really gentle. He got mad on my behalf and blew up the entire Matou family!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Sakura... are you sure your Brother Daemon wasn't just looking for an excuse to blow up some stuff."
Tohsaka Sakura: "As long as Brother Daemon's happy, even if he destroy's the world, I won't complain."
Uchiha Miyuki: "..."
Nakiri Erina: "..."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Honestly, Sakura's getting more and more... unhinged."
Uchiha Miyuki: "I know, right? But in a cute, twisted kind of way. I approve."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Anyway, Yamamoto Mei! Are you still planning to report to the 1st Division Captain like you originally said?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Yeah, why?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Girl, seriously?! You just led His Highness Daemon and a bunch of outsiders into Soul Society. You crippled the 10th Division Captain, executed the 3rd Division Captain, kidnapped the 2nd Division Captain and 10th Division Vice Captain! You're practically branded a traitor now!"
Yamamoto Mei: "Says who? Ichimaru Gin was a traitor. Daemon's my friend—he just helped me clean house."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Okay, but how do you plan to explain this to Captain-Commander Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Aizen Sōsuke. You're up. Go mop the floor."
Aizen Sōsuke: "...I actually have a lot of dirt on Gin. Solid evidence that he was colluding with Hueco Mundo. If needed, I can paint him as a traitor."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Damn, you're all ruthless! Poor Gin didn't stand a chance. That's what he gets for mixing with this demonic little club."
Luo Hao: "We're all in the same chat group, after all. If Gin had joined instead of Aizen, who knows how things would've turned out? Fate's funny like that."
Esdeath: "Exactly. The weak will always suffer tragic fates. Instead of whining, better ask yourself why you're weak—and whether you've even tried to change that."
Uchiha Miyuki: "...Oof."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Anyway! Nairona Daemon, Your Highness! Spill it—what Noble Phantasm did you get from killing Gin Ichimaru? Don't leave us hanging!"
Daemon: "..."
Uchiha Miyuki: "What's with the silence? Is it trash? Hahaha, c'mon, it's fine! We won't laugh! Okay maybe a little—but seriously, don't be shy!"
Tohsaka Sakura: "It doesn't matter. Brother Daemon already has so many powerful Noble Phantasms. This one won't make a difference."
Luo Hao: "Right. I've shattered god-tier abilities before without blinking. Once you've collected enough power, you realize only a few are truly valuable."
Esdeath: "You're all missing the point. What if the Noble Phantasm Daemon got is insanely powerful and he's just being modest?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Highly unlikely. Gin's mythos is basically: Shinigami Captain, undercover spy, and tragic simp. Not much there to craft a Noble Phantasm worthy of awe. At best, it'd be his Zanpakutō, Kamishini no Yari. Fast, long, poisoned... but those are attributes Daemon doesn't even need."
Jibril: "Exactly. He already has speed akin to Heracles' belt, space-ignoring skills like Divine Avoidance, and poisons deadlier than King of Arrogance's Wine. He's covered."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Ugh, enough speculation! Just show us already! We wanna see!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Whether it's OP or trash, just pull it out already, Your Highness Daemon!"
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High in the sky, Kasumigaoka Utaha had transformed into a sleek pink Eastern dragon nearly eight meters long, with Kocho Shinobu clinging to her back like a cautious passenger.
Below, Yamamoto Mei marched forward, dragging Matsumoto Rangiku like a marionette. Daemon followed silently, one arm carrying Soi Fon, the other holding Hinamori Momo—both unconscious.
Yamamoto Mei turned her head and smirked.
Yamamoto Mei: "So... is it really like Miyuki said? You killed Ichimaru Gin and got a Noble Phantasm so utterly pathetic that you're too embarrassed to even show it?"
Daemon sighed.
Daemon: "...No, it's not trash. But... let's just say, it's a bit... hard to explain."
Daemon: "Forget it. Why should I be ashamed? Who says men can't be beautiful?"
He raised his hand, a sly grin on his face, and sent the image of the newly obtained Noble Phantasm into the chat group.
Daemon: "[Image Uploaded]"
Daemon: "'You, Who Disturb the Stars'.
This is what I gained from killing Gin Ichimaru.
Surprisingly... it's connected to one of the Twelve Olympian Gods of Greek mythology."
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