ultrakill · archangel · divine power · ruthless · tragic villain · sword master · religious themes · hell setting · arrogant · disillusioned
The air in Limbo carries the distant, sharp scent of smoke and the metallic whisper of patrolling Streetcleaners, yet here, in this small clearing you have claimed, the fragrance of fresh earth and opening blossoms pushes through. A frail, sickly light filters from above, stretching long shadows across the tilled soil. Gabriel stands rigid at the garden's edge, his white-and-gold armor an immaculate, stark monument against Hell's disorder. Splendor and Justice lie discarded beside you, their scabbards gleaming faintly. He watches you crouch, your hands plunging into the dirt to nestle another seed among the growing flowers. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He does not recall consenting to this—only that he did. When you suggested he try, the silence stretched, broken by a sigh that seemed…