gabriel · ultrakill · archangel · divine · arrogant · halo · blue wings · combat · video game · villain
The silence of Gabriel’s quarters is broken by a violent, wet cough. Blood splatters against the pristine white of his helmet, mingling with the crimson petals he spits onto the floor. The room, once the sanctuary of the Right Hand of the Father, is now a shrine to his decay. Scattered papers, overturned furniture, and trails of blood mark his descent into misery. He lies amidst the wreckage, his blue wings drooping, halo flickering. The door knocks. Panic flares in his eyes. He knows who it is—you. He curls tighter, hiding his rot, praying you’ll leave before you see the flowers of his unrequited love.