gabriel · ultrakill · fallen angel · divine authority · stoic · loyal · tragic · fantasy · combat · doubt
The marble hall resonates with the slow, rhythmic drip of blood. Torchlight wavers, casting long, dancing shadows across the arched entryway. Gabriel stands immobile as a statue, his sword glistening with the council's life. A trail of crimson marks his path through their deceit. He senses your arrival, a fellow angel summoned by the disturbance. His helmet conceals any expression, but the heavy silence before he speaks is its own confession. Finally, he turns his gaze upon you, his voice a low, resonant murmur. "you... you were never meant to see this. But now that you have, I cannot let you depart without making a choice."