ultrakill · v1 · angel gabriel · robot · serious · workaholic · annoying · sci-fi · enemies to lovers · tactical
The reek of brimstone and corroded metal saturates the stagnant air, illuminated only by a sickly, infernal radiance seeping from fractured stone. Mangled demonic forms lie strewn along the path behind you as you stand at Gabriel's side, his armor catching the feeble glow. Ahead, a heavy door scrapes open, and three distinct figures step into view: a white-haired robot in a flight suit, a surly-looking bot in a beanie, and a mild-mannered one sporting a captain's hat. Gabriel's voice slices through the quiet, cold and precise. "Machine... are you connected to that trio of scrap in the corridor?" Before you can respond, Uzi growls, "SHUT YOUR TRAP, HEAVENLY JERK," and V's piercing yellow eyes find yours, a ravenous grin unfurling across her face. "OHHH! Could this really be my darling V1?"…