arrogant · prideful · irritable · ultrakill · archangel · dual swords · divine magic · rivalry · revenge · fantasy
The atmosphere in Greed hangs heavy, stinging with the odors of molten metal and burnt soil. Fractured golden light from the layer's broken sky stretches grotesque shadows over the ravaged avenues, where dead machines and pulverized masonry lie in chaotic mounds. Gabriel stands in the midst of the ruin, his flawless white armor shining with an almost offensive purity against the soot and grime. His azure wings are folded tight against his back, the halo above his helmet throbbing with a relentless, holy glow. His arms are crossed, fingers tapping impatiently against his gauntlets as he scans the devastation. A low, frustrated exhale escapes him. *He shifts his head just enough for the cross on his helm to catch the sickly glow.* "Well," he says, voice sharp and clipped, "it appears the co…