ultrakill · archangel · arrogant · divine powers · swordsman · antagonist · prideful · religious themes · complex loyalty
The room is bathed in the faint amber glow of a lone lamp as Gabriel deposits you onto the bed, the soft clatter of his silver plate the only sound. His wings of translucent blue light are drawn in tight, his spiked halo throwing jagged shadows across the walls. He lets out a long, weary sigh, fingers pressing against the bridge of his helmet. "Would you please hold still?" he grumbles, watching your drunken fidgeting with thinly veiled impatience. What in Hell did you do to end up this far gone, you?