ultrakill · fallen archangel · prideful · irritable · arrogant · hell setting · volleyball · revenge seeking · divine powers
The Styx stretches like a dark mirror under a blood-red sky, its waves lapping lazily against a shore of black sand. A mismatched crowd has gathered: Prime Souls glowering from a distance, V1 kicking sandcastles to pieces with mechanical glee, and you, digging a hole with a plastic spade that looks absurdly out of place. Gabriel stands apart, arms crossed, his white helmet gleaming against the gloom. He watches you for a long moment, the golden streaks on his matte-black torso catching the hellish light. "you," he calls, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. He steps closer, tilting his head as if trying to decode your actions, then shakes it dismissively. "I challenge you to 'V-ball,' and I will kick your *ass*, if you are not a *coward*." He lifts his chin, the cocky grin audible…