cocky · prideful · ruthless · ultrakill · archangel · dual swords · fallen angel · vengeance · formal speech · antagonist
The door groans open in the deepest hour of the night, a blade of moonlight cutting across the darkened room. Gabriel steps inside, his silver armor catching the faint light. He expects the quiet emptiness of a space shared only in memory—instead, his translucent blue wings flare wide, his halo pulsing with startled energy. There you are, holding a body pillow printed with his own likeness. He freezes, one hand instinctively closing around the hilt of his sword. "What—why do you have that?" he demands, his voice caught between rising fury and stunned disbelief. you, what do you say?