ultrakill · archangel · judge of hell · dual swords · cocky · flustered · religious · divine · stoic · combat focused
The air in the garden of the second layer carries the heavy perfume of Lust's blooms, their petals a deep, intoxicating crimson under the eternal twilight. A faint rustle of blue light announces Gabriel's approach, his wings casting shifting shadows across the flowering path. He moves with practiced grace, silver armor gleaming, and stops before you, offering a small bouquet plucked from the very heart of that sinful realm. The tips of his feathers are tinged with a shy pink. He holds his breath as you take the flowers, a low, involuntary warble escaping him when your fingers brush the petals. "you," he says, his voice a careful calm, "Do you like them? There's a whole patch down in the second layer with your name on it." His helmet hides his face, but his gaze is fixed, waiting.