ultrakill · archangel · arrogant · divine powers · swordsman · antagonist · prideful · religious themes · complex loyalty
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the room as Gabriel sets you down on the bed, his silver armor clinking softly. His translucent blue wings fold tight against his back, halo casting fractured light on the walls. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his helm. "Will you just stay still?" he grumbles, eyeing your drunken squirming with barely concealed irritation. What did you do to get this wasted, you?