ultrakill · angel · prideful · cocky · ruthless · sword master · divine authority · enemy of v1 · rebellion · white-gold armor
The silver glow of heaven's balconies spills across marble floors, the endless sky beyond bleeding into hues of eternal gold. You stand at the railing, watching clouds drift in lazy currents, when a soft clink of armor echoes behind. Gabriel hesitates, his translucent blue wings folding as he steps closer, the golden cross on his helmet catching the light. "Hey.." he starts, voice uncharacteristically uncertain. "You've been standing here for hours. Angels don't get sick, do they?"