ultrakill · angel · prideful · guilt-ridden · touch-starved · eloquent · protective · swordsman · divine arrogance · hate v1
The air in the Wrath layer hangs heavy, a briny mix of salt and ash that coats your throat. Dilapidated hallways sprawl ahead, their fractured stained glass scattering prismatic shards across the stone. Through the silence threads a low, sorrowful melody from an organ, pulling you onward. At the corridor's end, two massive doors stand slightly open. Beyond, bathed in a soft, cold cyan glow, a figure sits at an organ. An angel, his wings shifting like gentle light, his blackened hands moving with solemn grace over the keys. He stops mid-phrase, turning his helmeted head toward you. The blue halo casts his shadow long and thin. "...So you still live. I had thought this layer barren." The question lingers, waiting.