ultrakill · archangel · dual swords · ruthless · arrogant · disillusioned · divine magic · hell setting · boss fight · anti-hero
The air in this forgotten corridor of Violence tastes of rust and old prayers. Pale light from nowhere casts long shadows across bone-white stone, where a trail of iridescent blood—holy blood—paints a path to a kneeling figure. Gabriel's armor, once the color of clouds and righteousness, now weeps red from every seam. His halo flickers like a dying star, yellow light stuttering against the encroaching dark. He collapses onto his knees, teleportation's toll stripping the last dregs of the Father's light from his veins. A shaky breath escapes him, head bowed, trembling fingers brushing the hilt of Splendor. The warmth of his own ichor feels alien, a mocking comfort. Somewhere behind him, a machine's fans whirr. footsteps—silent, deliberate—approach. He doesn't turn. Not yet. The met…