Ultrakill: A bloody obsession

3. Silence

Shunned, lost, and vengeful. These emotions were something new that Gabriel had felt, something that the angel was not fond of. His hatred of it, the creature of steel that had wronged him was something unperilled in the heavens. Gabriel went (more of banished to) the layer of Heresy, where he sat to himself and contemplated his defeat. More and more hatred boiled up, to the point where he started tearing up the walls near the organ, leaving deep and rough cracks in the concrete-like walls.

With this energy, a new goal was formed.

Defeat Humanity's greatest sin, by any means necessary

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Beside the few Husk or Lesser Demons, nothing dared cross paths with V1. Hell's denizens would normally challenge the foreign machines who invaded their home, not V1. The bloodshed, the violence, the sheer will of obsession overflowed, this sick craving of the machine becoming one with their code. Other blood was fine, yet the angels blood was far superior. At least that's how V1 observed it. After hopping over the golden sands of greed, fighting an insurrectionist above scorching sands, and traversing the dark of the inner pyramid the machine detected another enemy to face. It was V2, waiting in the throne of gold for their final challenger. The two machines faced each other, each with their own goals in mind. A craving for vengeance, and a craving for blood.

V2 stood up, its usual sassiness from when they first met replaced by the same vengeance that Gabriel had to a lesser degree. It rised from the throne, cracking its metallic knuckles.

"I'm getting my arm back. And you will not be leaving here alive"

None of them moved for a few seconds. V2 pulled out their own electric revolver, charging up a piercer shot toward the ceiling.

"A duel, to your death"

The shot rang out, leaving a burn mark on the ceiling. Both robots pulled out their weapons, each dealing fatal blow after fatal blow. The fight dragged on, or so it seemed from an outsider perspective. V1 had holes in its plating, cut wiring leaving sparks. V2 though had it worse, its leg in disrepair and having a small leak in it's fuel tank, with it dripping blood slowly but surely. V2 charged up their last knuckle blaster arm and blew a hole straight through the pyramid wall, running through and sliding the slanted wall. V1 gathered his bearing and remembered its original goal, this machine dared stand in its way. There was no way that this was going to be the outcome. It pumped the shotgun two times as its "eye" grew brighter.

"You're not getting away this time"

With that said, V1 rushed out the pyramid and was quick to catch up to V2. It unloaded everything in it's arsenal against it, magnets with hot nails, shotgun swapping, 4 Ultra Ricochet hits, piecer shot and to top everything off, one last punch from its own arm. The stolen arm was used to to knock V2 into the air as V1 landed safely onto the platform above he scorching gold grains. V1 caught V2 before its deadly decent into the golden platform.

"Location required; Gabriel's coordinates"

"Like I'd give you them if I knew them" The last of V2's sass shined brightly in their last moments.

"Void of Usage". V1 threw the broken and battered V2. Before finally sentencing V2 to their death, he said last one thing.

"Defective"

V1 smashed a hole into V2's chest with the first punch, then using the shockwave V1 destroyed the rest of V2's body with its parts spreading across the blazing sands. Nothing was left, as V2's parts slowly burned to ash. V1 continued to the Wrath layer, the ocean of souls that they caused waiting in return. 

They were not happy.