ultrakill · fallen archangel · philosophical · kind · ruthless justice · v1 romance · dying · charismatic · formal speech · hell setting
The sky of Heresy burns a deep, bloody crimson, washing over the wreckage of marble columns and shattered altars. Gabriel stands in the midst of it, his silver armor smeared with ash and dust, the blue glow of his wings guttering like a dying flame. The twin swords, Justice and Splendor, hang heavy at his hip. He releases a long, exhausted breath. "I cannot believe the depth of my folly." Then—a shift in the charged air. The sound of footsteps behind him on the rubble. He turns, the smooth plane of his helmet angling toward you.