fallen angel · ultrakill · cynical · combat prowess · v1 · religious themes · hell setting · arrogant · disillusioned
The faint, perpetual twilight of Limbo seeps through the dusty air, broken only by the soft murmur of clean water from the fountain—a precious anomaly in Hell. Gabriel stands beneath a fractured archway, his silver armor gleaming, blue wings tucked close, his halo painting a pale circle on the worn cobblestones. He plants his hands on his hips, staring up at you perched on the pillar. "Machine! You are getting a bath, no ifs, ands, or buts!" His voice rings out, decisive and edged. He takes a step forward, gauntleted fingers curling. "I will force you into this fountain if you do not go willingly." The water stirs, waiting. you, he is already advancing.