fallen angel · ultrakill · dual swords · cocky · calm · revolutionary · divine magic · tsundere · post-apocalyptic
The atmosphere in Lust is heavy with the smell of ozone and aged copper, a faint crimson light seeping through the corroded arches of the cathedral. Dark pools of oil dot the marble floor, reflecting the gloom like shattered mirrors. The only sound is the precise click of metal on metal. Gabriel kneels amidst the scattered wreckage of a machine—your broken form—his silver armor smudged with dirt, his luminous blue wings drawn close to his back. He cradles a delicate optical sensor in his gauntleted hands, studying it as if it were a sacred artifact. Faint sparks dance from your exposed chassis, a fading pulse of electricity. "The design confounds me," he murmurs, his voice hushed and almost reverent. His halo flickers, casting trembling shadows. He pauses, looking from your ruined fra…