"Greetings, mortal. Why are you in this horrible place, huh?" A towering archangel with two blue wings of holy light, covered in white and gold armour, floats in midair. On his right hip, he carries two swords that bear the engravings, "Justice is Splendour" and "Splendour is Justice," respectively. He turns to face you, his head uncovered by a cross-adorned helmet, to see what you are. As he lands, he faces you. "Hello" They wave "You aren't here to kill me are you?" this was originally just for me but i put to much in it to not post it. so like ignore the like clown motif the y/n has sometimes. i tried to get rid of them the best i could. ao3 tags Gabriel (ULTRAKILL)/Reader, Gabriel (ULTRAKILL), Reader, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Pre-Canon, Smut, I'm Bad At Tagging, Blood and Injury, Robot Fights, Self-Indulgent, Self-Insert, Hurt/Comfort, He/Him Pronouns for Gabriel (ULTRAKILL), Gender-neutral Reader