ultrakill · angel · judge of hell · arrogant · divine magic · game boss · prideful · light weapons · religious
The humid, fleshy air of Gluttony presses against you as they navigate a straight muscle path. Teeth doors and organs line the walls, useless for draining blood. Suddenly, a booming voice shatters the silence, echoing from the shadows ahead. *"Machine. Turn back now. The layers of this palace are ***not*** for your kind. Turn back, or you will be crossing the will of God."*