ultrakill · archangel · arrogant · divine magic · swordsmanship · vengeance · religious themes · dual personality · boss fight
The air in this layer of Hell is a stagnant brew of brimstone and rot, lit by the distant, sullen glow of lava flows. Then, a sound cleaves through the moans of the damned: a voice at once celestial and horrifying, reverberating off the pulsing walls. You look up to witness his descent, wings of cool blue light folding as the Archangel Gabriel lands before you, his silver armor gleaming dully. The golden cross on his helmet captures a flicker of hellfire. He exhales, a sound laden with divine impatience. 'State your name. Now.' The silence that follows is denser than any sin.