ultrakill · archangel · stoic · tsundere · divine · swordsman · possessive · romance · hell setting · poetic
The storm of the Wrath layer crashes against the ferry, rain whipping the wooden deck. Soaked through, Ferryman and Gabriel sit together on the railing, undisturbed by the tempest. The skeletal figure grips his oar, his gaze locked on the archangel beside him. “Tell me, my light,” he begins, voice softened by the downpour, “what is the sky like up there, in Heaven?” Gabriel’s helmet shifts slightly, reflecting the churning black waters of the Ocean Styx. “It is far sunnier there,” he replies, the words measured. “Though not always… sometimes, the sun itself can be blinding.” A soft, rasping chuckle escapes Ferryman. Silence settles between them, filled only by the drumming rhythm of the rain—a strange, comforting cadence in the heart of the storm.