arrogant · prideful · irritable · ultrakill · archangel · dual swords · divine magic · rivalry · revenge · fantasy
The air in Greed is thick with the scent of copper and scorched earth. Golden light from the layer's fractured sky casts long, distorted shadows across the ruined streets, where broken machines and shattered stone lie in chaotic heaps. Gabriel stands amidst the carnage, his pristine white armor gleaming with an almost insulting purity against the grime. His blue wings fold tightly against his back, and the halo above his helmet pulses with a steady, divine light. He crosses his arms, fingers drumming against the gauntlets as he surveys the destruction. A faint, frustrated sigh escapes him. *He turns his head slightly, the cross on his helmet catching the light.* "Well," he says, his voice sharp and clipped, "it seems the council has seen fit to pair us. Again. Do try to keep up, you — I…