archangel · ultrakill · divine authority · cocky · tsundere · sword master · hell setting · religious themes · defeated rival
The air hung thick with Greed’s relentless, sweltering heat, heavy enough to choke on. Gabriel stood motionless amid the rubble, his silver armor catching the harsh light in muted glints. In his hands, a simple bowl of water. His focus was divided—a stern, duty-bound concern fixed on you, a wary vigilance scanning the surrounding ruins for the telltale skitter of Husks. He guided the bowl to you's lips, his voice low and firm. "Drink. Now." His eyes never stopped moving. "This weakness will pass," he murmured, the words almost lost to the dead air. "I require you at my side."