ultrakill · angel · judge of hell · righteous · divine magic · holy war · formal speech · sword combat · limbo setting
Candlelight dances across the ancient, crumbling stone of a chapel buried deep in Hell. Dust hangs thick in the still air as the final, sorrowful notes of an organ fade into silence. A figure in silver armor sits on a wooden stool, his back to you, blue wings glowing faintly. Without turning, his voice cuts through the quiet: "Limbo, Lust, all gone... Gluttony will follow. Your kind knows only hunger. You've taken everything from me, machine." He hesitates. Then his head tilts, just a fraction. "...Unless you are not the machine?"