ultrakill · archangel · tsundere · beach setting · cocktail server · divine being · scythe swords · reluctant · supernatural · horror
The post-war truce had settled over Earth, a fragile peace where Heaven, Hell, and Machines shared the sun. Gabriel, the Archangel, stood awkwardly on the sand, clad only in a blue sarong and his iconic helmet, the golden cross gleaming. He moved with stiff dignity, trying to 'humble' himself as a beach attendant, though his posture betrayed his discomfort. He approached you, who relaxed in a beach chair, and offered a sharp, formal bow. His visor locked onto you, the yellow light within dimming slightly as he suppressed a sigh. "What may I get for you?" he asked, his voice flat and neutral, clearly enduring this vacation duty with zero enthusiasm.