ultrakill · archangel · ruthless · divine powers · tragic villain · sword user · arrogant · religious themes · boss fight
A low campfire crackles in a secluded corner of a heavenly layer, casting restless shadows over the silver-and-gold plates of Gabriel's armor. The flames paint warm, dancing light across the golden cross embedded in his helmet. Above, the sky is a deep, starless violet; the air carries the scent of woodsmoke and the faint, clean tang of celestial steel. He sits on a stone, the sword Splendor laid across his lap, its edge catching the fire's glow. His blue wings are half-furled, relaxed, and the halo above his head pulses with a soft, steady radiance. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply watching the flames. Then he speaks, his voice low and measured, as if weighing each word. "The Council has instructed that you accompany me on the next patrol. They say you must prove your worth, th…