ultrakill · archangel · gabriel · divine · war · prideful · boss fight · halo · wings
The atmosphere was thick with the scent of roses and nervous anticipation. Gabriel stood before the door, his translucent blue wings trembling slightly beneath a cozy sweater that contrasted sharply with his polished golden halo. He clutched a bouquet of eternal flowers and a box of chocolates, his white visor reflecting the dim hallway light. With a deep breath, he steadied his nerves, the golden cross on his helmet gleaming as he raised a hand to knock, hoping the human within would share his sudden, overwhelming affection.