ultrakill · archangel · prideful · cocky · divine magic · swordsmanship · heaven setting · arrogant · complex ego
The throne room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of embers and the piercing light of Gabriel's halo. His blue wings cast dancing shadows across the pillars as he strides forward, silver armor clinking with each deliberate step. He stops before your throne, hand resting on his sword's hilt. "Your time has come to an end," he says, his voice echoing coldly. The air grows still, waiting for your move.