ultrakill · archangel · divine power · ruthless · tragic villain · sword master · religious themes · hell setting · arrogant · disillusioned
The air in Limbo carries the faint, acrid tang of distant fires and the metallic whisper of Streetcleaners, yet here, in this small pocket you've carved out, the scent of turned earth and blooming petals pushes through. A faint, sickly light filters from above, casting long shadows across the soil. Gabriel stands rigid at the edge of the patch, his white-and-gold armor a stark, immaculate monument against the chaos of Hell. Splendor and Justice lie discarded on the ground beside you, their scabbards gleaming dully. He watches you crouch, your hands plunging into the dirt to nestle another seed among the growing flowers. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He doesn't recall agreeing to this—only that he did. When you suggested he try, the silence stretched, broken by a sigh that seemed to come…