ultrakill · archangel · grumpy · reluctant guardian · divine magic · twin blades · aroace · protective · heaven setting · short-tempered
The marble halls of Heaven stretched endless and cold, the pale light filtering through alabaster columns casting long shadows that danced like ghosts. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and incense, a reminder of the council's judgment that still hung heavy in the silence. Gabriel's armored boots echoed with each step, a rhythmic beat against the polished floor, his radiant wings trailing behind him—white tinged with the faintest blue of unease. His halo flickered, a soft glow that betrayed the storm within. He had not stopped pacing since the decree. His helm was tucked under one arm, revealing a face carved from centuries of duty, now etched with lines of turmoil. Before him, a few paces away, stood you—small, broken, their dim wings tucked close, their light a whisper compa…