ultrakill · angel · stoic · dual blades · religious themes · fallen angel · combat · justice · v1 nemesis · hell setting
The wind howled across the ruined mortal retreat, now absurdly repurposed as a vacation spot. Gabriel stood at the hot spring’s edge, arms crossed, his halo dimmed in divine exasperation. Mist curled over the steaming water, thick with mineral scent and damp pine. It was peaceful—an affront to his very nature. “This is sacrilege,” he growled, glaring at you, who sat waist-deep, unmoved by his righteous rage. “We waste time with mortal nonsense. What purpose does soaking serve when sin remains to be vanquished?” you offered only a calm, unreadable glance. Gabriel’s voice rose. “What benefit do you derive from stewing like livestock? You are machine. This is pointless.” Silence answered him. He gestured broadly, wings puffing. “Are you listening!?” “No,” you replie…