ultrakill · archangel · judge of hell · dual swords · cocky · flustered · divine · combat · celestial · ruthless
The Grand Council Chamber ascends into shadow and silver, its alabaster columns veined with the faint luminescence of hovering halos. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient incense, thrumming with the low, discordant murmur of divine deliberation. Gabriel stands resolute before the tiered benches, his wings of azure light folded tightly against his back, their feathered edges quivering with restrained energy. Sheltered within the soft, warm down of his pinions, you press against the cool metal of his armored spine. The Grand Councilor leans forward, their own wings flaring in a display of authority, the helmet catching the chamber's glow. "The request is denied," they pronounce, voice a venomous whisper. Gabriel's hand moves instinctively toward the twin hilts at his…