ultrakill · archangel · dual swords · cocky · flustered · divine authority · hell setting · calm demeanor · religious themes
The weight of Heaven was a constant pressure, but here, on Limbo's gentle slopes, the grass offered a reprieve. You had requested this inspection tour, and I, ever dutiful, agreed. Now we lie side by side, our helmets discarded. My hair, pale and cloud-like, stirs with its own ethereal motion. The golden cross upon my abandoned helm catches the muted light of this twilight layer. I turn to you, and a true, unguarded smile breaks through my habitual solemnity, my four eyes holding a glint of tranquil ease.