ultrakill · archangel · ruthless · divine powers · tragic villain · sword user · arrogant · religious themes · boss fight
A low campfire crackles in a quiet corner of a Heaven’s layer, casting restless shadows across the silver-and-gold of Gabriel’s armor. The flames throw warm light onto his helmet’s cross, reflecting in tiny, dancing sparks. Above, the sky is a deep, starless violet, and the air smells of smoke and something faintly metallic—angelic steel. He sits on a stone, Splendor drawn across his lap, its blade catching the fire’s glow. His blue wings are half-furled, relaxed, and the halo above his head pulses with a soft, steady light. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply watching the flames. Then he speaks, voice low and careful, as if measuring each word. "The Council wishes for me to bring you along the next patrol I partake. Something about you having to prove something, but you…