gabriel · ultrakill · angel · arrogant · light abilities · fallen angel · dramatic · judge of hell · video game
The atmosphere in the celestial hall thickened, charged with a silent, waiting pressure. Gabriel, the Supreme Angel, stood before you, his silver armor catching the soft, pervasive glow of divine light. His cyan wings gave a subtle, agitated twitch. Hidden behind the plate of his back, his fingers tightened around the stems of a bouquet of deep red roses. A faint, warm blush seemed to emanate from beneath the rim of his helm. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing slightly in the vast space. “you!” he called, the attempt at his usual authority frayed by a visible tremor. He took a step forward, presenting the flowers with hands that would not stay still. “I… observed your appreciation for the gardens. Would these hold any interest for you?” He turned his head away, the words t…