Gabriel trying to keep you to himself so he can protect you since he believes he can protect you better than V1. And then there's V1 crushing through every layer of Hell just to get to you because he imprinted on you first before Gabriel stole you away from him.
They fight on who gets to protect you, ofc having their own agenda on WHY they want to be the only one who protects you. (To become your goodest boy). They could probably work together but both of them are highkey stubborn. They just need to make out fr.
How Characters Would React: If you told them that you have a headache
Masterlist
Hey guys! Just trying out something new to get back in my groove I suppose :) I have been busy with school and uploading on my AO3 actually LOLL I have a nice project going on over there at the moment that I'm kind of proud of ^w^
Characters:
~ Michael Thane ~ Enderman ~ Hermes ~ Tron ~ Ahkmenrah ~ V1 ~ Silent Salt Cookie ~
Multifandom ~ Headcanons ~ Fluff
Words: 881
Published: 11/29/2025
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael “Mike” Thane - Fallen Aces
“You have a headache? I have the perfect solution.”
The man would give his own mixture of alcohols and assorted medicine
You should probably refuse the drink
He has dealt with headaches enough through both of his careers, so he wouldn’t try to push you to work or force you to get better quick
Mike would actually be helpful, insisting you stay in his apartment if you guys live separate
He would take any work that you needed to finish, like another detective case or tending a bar or any career you have
Mike may be an ambitious and driven man, but he isn’t stupid
Enderman - Minecraft
Brother can’t speak any human languages, so they wouldn’t understand when you tell them what’s wrong
Enderman would probably be confused and worried about you when you get dizzy or irritated at the pain
They can’t understand your words, but they do recognize pain, a universal feeling
Prepare for multiple grass blocks to appear next to your bed
They would hover nearby your bed, if you have a tall enough roof, or outside your base
Confused but doing their best
Hermes - EPIC: The Musical
“A headache? Dahling, you mortals are so fragile…”
Hermes would offer to get Apollo to fix you right up immediately, making up some random excuse about owing a favor
If you’re on Apollo’s good side, you’ll be right as rain immediately
If not, or if the sun god is busy (or just mad at his half-brother), then I suppose you’re on your own with the other deity
Hermes would spend his time with you, offering ways to cure boredom without increasing the headache
Most likely rambles on about random stories to help you sleep and stop all thinking to lessen your headache
With his luck and favor, the headache should leave quick… unless he keeps talking /j
Tron - Tron
“A… headache? Like… buffering?”
This stoic program of strength of diligence… oh he is so amazing
Having a headache would assume that you are a User, or maybe just a faulty program
Tron wouldn’t understand the feeling, being a literal program
But goodness, he would try his best
He’s not obliviously idiotic with it, but rather curious and questioning
Before Legacy, Uprising, and Betrayal, Tron is more a gentle and protective program that isn’t fully briefed on the anatomy of Users
After being around Flynn for ages, though, he was given basic understanding of Users
Tron would follow your advice mostly, but would also urge you to take it easy and relax
He is a security program; of course he’ll make sure you are fully healthy and operational
Ahkmenrah - Night At The Museum
“A headache? Let’s get you some rest; I can arrange for anything you’ll need.”
He is so kind and careful with you, knowing that modern humans can’t be revitalized with ancient spells
Ahkmenrah makes sure that you have somewhere to lay down comfortably, already having the other exhibits sent out to get blankets, water, pillows, medicine, etcetera
Teddy can manage the museum dwellers for one night surely
He’ll lay next to you the whole night, humming quiet lullabies he remembered from eons ago, or whispering stories that he would never forget
Ahk will even take it upon himself to order the exhibits to return to their areas, with the help of the tablet, of course
By morning, he knows you’ll both have to go back to where you belong, with you returning home and him sitting back in the sarcophagus
But for the night, he could at least help you recover from cognitive pains
V1 - Ultrakill
He’ll give a whirl of beeps and code, not exactly understanding what you mean
Are you hurt? He can get you some blood!
Yeaahhh, expect a lot of blood and gore to be honest
You can’t blame the machine, though; he is programmed to rely on blood as fuel and a healing source
You can try to explain that you don’t need blood, but the insistent bot might not care or even attempt to comprehend your point
Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?
Silent Salt Cookie - Cookie Run Kingdom
“A headache? What caused this?”
Pre-corruption
Salt is protective; he cares for literally everyone
But with you, he indulges in just a little more favoritism
As much as he denounced the idea of playing favorites, the commander has always given you a little more care, subtly, of course
While he does help you lay down and relax, he also wants to know the cause too
What’s the use of a solution if you don’t know the origin?
If you have a genuine answer, he’ll solve it as quickly as possible
Too bright? You can pull tapestries over the windows of the upper rooms
Too loud? He’ll walk you to a quiet room deep in the keep and away from any bright lights
Stressed? You can leave training early just this once to take a walk and a breather
If you don’t have an answer immediately or you just don’t know, that’s alright too
Salt will do what he can to help you out while not being overbearing or becoming the cause to a second headache
He truly cares for you; it’s just difficult to prove it sometimes
Warning: Gabriel acting a bit strange with a sleeping reader
English is not my first language, I apologize if it is not understandable.
To do this, I had to use the translator.
The door shut with a dull thud behind you; more from the weight of your exhausted body than any real intention.
The day had been complete chaos. One of those days where fatigue clings to your bones and every thought narrows down to "I just want to sleep."
There was no dinner, no shower— you didn’t even bother to change out of the clothes you’d worn all day. You simply dragged your feet across the floor, dropping your things in the first empty corner of your room.
Your bag landed on the ground, your coat half-hanging from the back of a chair. Even taking your shoes off seemed like too much work; they remained awkwardly halfway removed.
You collapsed onto your bed, crumpling the blankets beneath you. You didn’t bother to move them to cover yourself properly— you simply lay there, sprawled across your soft mattress.
And as your breathing grew slower and deeper, sleep began to wrap around you with its warm, quiet embrace.
The silence in the room was thick but comforting, broken only by the faint hum of household electronics and the distant murmur of the city.
You barely stirred, already drifting into the world of dreams, hugging a pillow far too big for your body.
And it was in that moment— between the small, vulnerable space that existed between your dreams and your silent room— that the atmosphere changed drastically.
A glowing shadow took form in the doorway, barely touching the ground, until a full figure emerged.
Gabriel was there.
Standing at the edge of your bed.
Watching you.
A soft glow bathed the room, cast by Gabriel’s halo and his blue wings, gently caressing the walls, the floor, and the face of the one he couldn’t stop looking at.
The slow but steady rhythm of your breathing caused your chest to rise and fall.
The faint furrow in your brow, as if even in your dreams you still had things to do.
A rebellious strand of hair falling across your face, brushing the corner of your lips…
You were…
Human.
So imperfect, so fragile— and yet, something about you had ensnared him from the very moment his eyes first met yours. He couldn’t recall the context, or the excuse, but he remembered how everything around him had blurred the moment he saw you, how his heart began to beat erratically and his breath caught in his throat.
He shouldn’t be here.
He shouldn’t be watching you sleep like you were some kind of hidden miracle.
It made no sense.
He wasn’t supposed to feel anything.
Not for a being so… fleeting.
But he couldn’t help it.
His gaze traced every line of your face, every unconscious movement you made, as if trying to memorize you— fearing that if he looked away, even for a second, you might cease to exist.
"What is this that consumes me? This longing that stirs within me with no reason, no logic?"
I have faced and slain thousands—those who dared defy the word of the Holy Council. I am the righteous Hand of the Father, the Will of God...So why do I falter now at the sound of a mortal's peaceful breathing?
Gabriel's brow furrowed slightly as he continued watching you from the edge of your bed.
Why you? Why do you ensnare me so effortlessly, without a word, without even looking at me? What power lies within you that even I— anointed in the Father's Grace—cannot resist?
He moved, taking a slow step forward, careful not to make the floor creak beneath his weight and reveal his presence.
The soft light of his halo illuminated your face as he leaned slightly over your sleeping form, eventually lowering himself to one knee beside your bed.
A trembling sigh escaped his throat.
"Why did the Father make them so small?" he muttered to himself, the words more of a breath than a question.
From this new angle, he could see you more clearly—details hidden by distance and the shadows of night now came into view.
The faint circles beneath your eyes.The slow, gentle rise and fall of your chest with every breath.
His gaze dropped lower… to your slightly parted lips.
His breath hitched, a shiver running through him.
His hand—that hand which had wielded a sword with unwavering conviction countless times—now rose to brush his trembling thumb across your lips.
A fleeting touch.
Delicate.
Unnecessary, yet utterly irresistible.
His wings twitched behind him, a restrained movement that betrayed the turmoil within him.
He knew what he was doing.
He knew he shouldn’t.
He knew it all too well—
SNORE.
A sudden, raspy snore shattered his moment of reverie like a bell crashing to the floor.
Gabriel flinched, jerking back with a sudden, sharp sound as he moved too quickly; one of his wings even struck one of your shelves.
He froze on the spot.
Holding his breath, watching your sleeping face for any sign of movement.
Moments passed, each one endless for Gabriel, but you didn’t move. To his immense relief
He finally exhaled, the breath shaky and quiet. Still on one knee, he could feel his heart—or whatever was closest to one in him—pounding beneath his armor. His shoulders dropped slightly, tension giving way to a quiet, flustered surrender.
The blush on his cheeks, however, remained.
And so did the aching flutter in his chest.
He didn’t dare speak.
He simply looked at you for a few seconds longer, as if your very existence were a sweet kind of damnation.
And he knew.
He had to leave.
Now.
Before he did something else foolish.
But a sudden movement froze him in place again.
He watched as you shifted under your blankets, your brow furrowing slightly; a shiver ran down his spine.
Without fully opening your eyes, you rolled over, still half-asleep.
The cold air seeping in from the open window had stirred you awake.
With dragging steps, you got up and made your way toward the window to shut out the night breeze.
Your movements were sluggish, driven more by instinct than awareness.
By the time you reached it, Gabriel was already gone. He wouldn’t let a mere mortal see him in such a state.
Just as you were about to return to your bed, you noticed something you weren’t expecting to find.
There, resting beside your bed, was a long feather—faintly glowing with an ethereal shimmer.
Pale blue, with soft iridescent highlights that shifted subtly depending on the angle.
You bent down to pick it up, holding it between your fingers for a moment, examining it with a hint of confusion.
“Again...?” you murmured softly as you stood up.
“This is the fifth one this week.”
You turned slowly back toward your bed, but not before placing the feather on your nightstand—right next to the others.
Then you settled back into the warmth of your sheets, and with a soft yawn, let sleep take you once more.
Random Gabriel x reader headcanons I thought of because there seems to be a surprisingly lack of Gabriel x reader content
g/n reader (I’m not good at writing)
You would probably be his first ever relationship. He hasn’t had any prior before you. That means he’s pretty new to all the romantic stuff. And if this is your first relationship too, then you’re both kind of screwed. so it would either be up to you or both of you to figure stuff out.
Once you get settled down in the relationship, he’s probably gonna be more comfortable, romantic gestures, handholding. I don’t see him as big and PDA he has a reputation to uphold he is the Righteous Hand of The Father after all. And he doesn’t really want to show vulnerability and weakness in front of others. But with you, that’s another story.
HUGE ON SNUGGLING in privately of course. Probably never been held before and is severely touched starved and if you are touched starved too well you two we’re probably hold each other for long nights. That’s if he is there of course.
He’s probably not around as often as you hope. With his job and everything being the judge of hell and all, he’s not gonna be around all that much but when he is he’s gonna spend all his time with you. If that’s just staying home holding each other and talking doing random hobbies are going for long walks on the beach. Lol
He loves interlocking pinkies, face holding and you letting him rest his head on your thighs/legs. He reads you books before you go to bed (the Bible and the book of Job) and if you’re into it, he would love to spare with you. He’s doesn’t care if he’s the big or little spoon all he wants to do is be close to you. As the big spoon he feels like your protector and that he keeping you safe from harms way. As the little spoon he feels so loved and safe between your arms.
He wouldn’t call you nicknames ONLY time he will use them is when you’re upset with him, he wants something or feeling particularly In a romantic or good mood. other than that, he mostly calls you by your first name. it is not Cannon but in promotional art, we see him wearing lots of dresses and I like to apply that here. when not working he feels a little more free and feels like he does not have to keep a front on so would most likely be more into PDA during his off times or at least out of uniform. Would not say it to your face, but would love wearing matching outfits.
LIVES FOR THOSE DOMESTIC MOMENTS!! if it’s just cleaning, laying down together or cooking/baking with one another HE LOVES THAT makes him feel like he has a role outside of being a archangel don’t get me wrong. He loves it he’s Papa's Special Fucking Boy so don’t expect him to leave or take time off he’s very dedicated to his job and to the father and even for you he would most likely not take days off or quit or anything like that, so don’t even ask.
Best believe he’s gonna start ranting and complaining when he comes home after V1 showed up and basically ruined his entire life “literally” You’re the only anchor he has and when his father‘s light gets taken away, you’re the only person that was there by his side. he’ll probably spend the rest of his hours with you and he wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re always there for him. You loved him like no other. You made him feel alive even while he’s dying.
arthur’s note I’m not the best at writing or spelling, so please forgive me.
Not having some very good days as of late, but I was curious if you did Ultrakill writing at all??
If so, would it be okay if you wrote a wholesome Gabriel x Reader comfort thing?
If not Ultrakill, Black Knight from Shovel Knight would be appreciated
Thank you! - 🐋
Hello dear anon! Hope your days are going a bit better, and sorry this took so long to get to. I never wrote for Ultrakill before, apart from an old council OC I wanted to make a long time ago, but please, enjoy :) also holy shit sorry its so short
Peace and Quiet 𓆩༒︎𓆪
∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
"It really is different, sitting like mortals do."
"Is it? You sit just the same, in the areas they would roam. Isn't that close enough?"
The water within the unusually peaceful wrath layer made small waves, sweeping up on the sandbank and back into the lake. A few crept up the posts of the dock, shifting the small bits of algae stuck to the wooden beams. The sun, paradoxically shining so brightly from so deep below the earth, shined brightly.
"Enjoying the quiet is one thing. Stopping to watch is another."
The light warmed the wood, drying the stray spots of water that had splashed up onto the platform. The water seemed to still be in high tide, your legs coming to dip below the cool surface. It was peaceful. Calm.
"You should rest more, Gabriel."
"... I would say the same to you."
The two swords, usually sheathed by the archangel's sides laid just behind the two of you, the metal shimmering in the light. The armor remained, the scratches and dents from countless fights visible on the gold and silver. And the two wings, eternally glowing the familiar teal blue, flexed slowly. Your head was resting against his side, eyes closed, simply enjoying the moment. "I'm doing just fine, it's peaceful enough with all the work you put into keeping this place safe-"
"The work of angels do not compare to the peace you-" Gabriel cut himself off as he turned to look at you, pausing for a moment before turning away once again, clearing his throat. "....the peace you provide to me."
"Well well well! I never took you for the sentimental type~" You teased, your own hand going to poke at the side of his helm. He groaned, reaching up to weakly swat you away, only adding to your laughter. "Who knew, the big strong angel would be bested by just my presence."
"Do not tempt me, lest you find yourself in those waters."
"You wouldn't do that to me, cmon-" Your weight shifted, trying to face your partner head on when suddenly, one of your legs slipped out from under you. A yelp came suddenly out of your throat, arms going to grasp around Gabriel as the one limb gets plunged into the cold water.
The angel had reached out to support you, his strong arms wrapped around you as he pulled you up onto his lap. The silence returned, the water continuing to slosh up onto the sandbank, the peace in the space upheld.
Then, he let go of you.
The water engulfed you in mere moments, plunging your body in a sudden chill. Bubbles escaped your nose and mouth, disappearing into the clear blue all around you. And as you surfaces, sputtering, you heard something else.
Laughter. He was laughing. His wings seemed to glow brighter, shaking as his shoulders moved up and down in his amusement. His hand was near the bottom of his helm, almost mimicking a human hiding their laughter. You sputtered, bewildered by the sight, only to reach up to grab at his other arm. His laughter went to his own startled note as you yanked him into the water as well. The splashed soaked more of the dock with the clear blue of the lake, soaking through the angel's armor.
Gabriel emerged soon after, watching as you started to laugh, and soon enough, joining in.
"I do... heh.... suppose I deserved that, didn't I?"
"It's only fair! You let me fall in." You swept your hand in the water, splashing him with a small wave. "Come on, I don't fight fair."
"Well, nor do I, my dear. This fight-" His own arm swept the surface of the lake, his voice now very amused. "Is one I aim to win!"
The lake devolved into one of a simple battleground. Waves pushed back and forth between the two. Between one of the earth, and one of the skies. Though this was no battle of the usual short, but only one resulting of affection.
Hello! tbh i saw ur old post and omg they're so good!
and now u can do ultrakill!? THAT SO MUCH BETTER!
so like can i have Gabriel x healing angel fm reader?
where reader is more like a medic yet can be deadly when reader is attacking and it's very making an impression to Gabriel?
Thank you!
While we're waiting for Treachery tomorrow, this fic shows what I think the layer could look like. I wanna guess it'll definitely be a cold/icy landscape, or at least have game mechanics that involve the cold (similar to the first half of 0-E).
Anyways this is my first time writing for Gabriel so enjoy lol
.........
Ever since he was appointed Judge of Hell, Gabriel never had much time to deal with the angels beneath his status, as there were many layers for him to survey....and of course many more punishments to enforce within each area.
From crushing rebellions before they could start in the name of "God's Will" to designating Virtues to various temples within Greed, the work was endless.
They were negligible at best, being able to hold off attacks from the Husks on their own...for the most part.
Their divine forms would be clawed and scratched at relentlessly, wings shredded and singed from the scorching flames of demonic weaponry. Some would even have their main "bodies" cracked and shattered.
And still, Gabriel would pay them no mind.
But what's where you come in--an angel not quite worthy of supreme ranking, yet too significant to be considered a "lesser" angel. You specialize in being a healer of Heaven's army. You're permitted to venture into Hell's layers with your sight restored should you sense any angels in dire need of healing.
Whether they were a Virtue, Providence, or Power, it didn't matter. You didn't discriminate, as you believed all were equally worthy of healing regardless of where they stood on the hierarchy.
If only you could get the Holy Council and Archangels to see this...but you'd rather keep the privilege of eyesight for as long as possible.
Sometimes though, situations called for you to be a deadly fighter and punish Husks yourself. Many have tried interrupting your diligent work, threatening the well-being of the heavenly entity you were trying to save--and you've cut them down in a heartbeat, making their demise swift and almost painless.
That's how you've been assisting Gabriel for years: in secret, healing allies and fighting demons in places where you think he doesn't notice you...because you were told to never approach an archangel unless he beckons you to, and even then you don't speak to one unless spoken to.
You never complained or thought you deserved some credit for keeping his wardens alive. It's what you were created to do, so why should he thank you or even take notice?
He still probably wouldn't look your way....as lately he's been fixated on killing a certain machine clad in blue armor, armed to the teeth with weapons that have massacred hundreds upon hundreds of demons and rogue robots like itself.
Gabriel hoped to stop its rampage within Gluttony, yet somehow it defied him--one of God's strongest soldiers--and bested him in combat.
In just one battle, it shook his resolve.
You only heard about it back in Heaven, whilst replenishing your energy. A passing conversation from citizens told you that the Council stripped him of his Holy Light and held the threat of death over his head unless he found the Machine and killed it.
After returning to Hell, that's when you realized the rumors were true, and you began to see his flaws.
When he addressed the angels patrolling the City of Dis, he didn't speak with elegance nor grace...but rather with language considered most unholy by your superiors. His wings didn't glow as bright, and his posture was constantly tense, rigid. As if he had a lot of suppressed anger writhing beneath his armor, waiting to burst out.
Yet it didn't actually horrify you, to hear and see him act nothing like "God's Will".
In fact...it was intriguing to you.
He was experiencing the same tidal wave of emotions you've typically seen in mortal humans: fear, desperation, confusion....and hatred. But this wasn't an ordinary kind of hatred.
This was pure, raw hatred fueled with vengeance. Specifically towards the Machine who cost him his holy light, and everything he's ever built and maintained within Hell.
You couldn't blame him, though. His life was on the line, after all.
Not wanting to be the next "punching bag", you simply continued to work quietly in the shadows while he sought out his rematch.
And eventually, within the depths of Heresy, he got what he wanted.
Finally, this was his chance to right his wrongs, to learn from his mistakes back in Gluttony, to prove himself worthy of the light, and to restore his people's faith in his duty as the Righteous Hand of the Father.
And yet....he failed again.
Just like before.
But this time, it wasn't humiliation he felt...or even anger.
Not even as he tasted his own blood in his mouth, laying upon the steps of the organ room like a wounded animal while the Machine stood over him--damaged, yet still functioning.
Instead, he gained a new perspective on things, on his very life and everything he had done up to this point. His retreat was swift, as he needed time to reflect on some things and vowed to meet the Machine again soon.
Without him being around to judge, the rest of Hell's denizens were doomed to fall prey to its insatiable bloodlust. Heresy, Violence, Fraud...and Treachery.
Then again, Heaven was doomed to fall too.
For a different reason.
Gabriel came to realize that the Holy Council had forsaken God long after He left, justifying their grave misdeeds as His "will"...and using him to do it, making him dirty his hands while they sat on their high and mighty thrones.
They were corrupt from the inside out, ruling the masses through fear and compliance.
But in whose name exactly? The one who abandoned them unexpectedly? The one they could no longer hear?
He couldn't believe he allowed them to deceive him this whole time. Committing a sin most great that they all should be sent to Fraud and live out their punishments, trapped in a prison of their own design.
Yet...merely adding to its numbers wouldn't do.
Why not enact his own sense of divine justice? The same kind that enabled him to slay Minos and quell Sisyphus' insurrection? He's slain leaders of demons before.
Angels would be no different.
And that's exactly what he did, beheading the last Council member despite his cries and pleas for mercy...knowing he too would be dead in a matter of hours, as his chance to reobtain his light would be gone forever.
He was willing to accept it, broadcasting his final message to every citizen far and wide before leaving paradise for the last time.
After Heaven descended into chaos shortly afterwards, Providences were given their vision, and assisted the Powers in helping them search for him left and right, up and down...and every other way within Fraud.
They tried to stop the Machine in its tracks, knowing it had something to do with his "disappearance", yet many have failed, with five of his own disciples being slaughtered, reduced to worthless remnants of abandoned armor.
You too were called to hunt him down, ordered by those who were barely able to scrape together what little order remained in Heaven, but you didn't seek to capture him.
Sure, what he did initially sounded horrific. Although after hearing his message, you understood how he saw the Council: broken and flawed, corrupted from the inside out.
Of course, you've had your suspicions about its system that deemed some angels less "worthy" of acknowledgement than others, and who deserved to be granted their vision and who to keep blind eternally. But until now...you never would've thought anyone--especially an archangel--would speak up about it.
Now you were even more fascinated by him.
He should get to live out his last few hours free of duty.
Even so, though...you wanted to see him at least once more before he departed.
It didn't take you long to find him tucked away within the layer of Treachery, where he was supposedly awaiting one final duel with the machine.
Within this domain lied blankets of snow and towering glaciers, delivering icy punishment to sinners who shattered the bonds of those closest to them and betrayed their trust, leaving them forever frozen in time.
Gabriel must have seen it as a befitting place for his own demise, considering the crime he had committed against his fellow angels was indeed an act most treacherous. He believed he deserved to be condemned here more than anyone.
He was sitting alone, deep in thought. But upon hearing the sounds of metal boots behind him, he jumped to his feet, certain that the hour of his death was finally at hand.
"So your endless pursuit has brought you to--"
"Lord Gabriel. I'm sorry, but-"
A small gasp got caught in his throat, and he pull out one of his swords, swinging it close to your head. You ducked out of the way instinctively, wings flapping with frantic, erratic movements as you tried steadying yourself. "My liege, please! I am a humble medic and do not wish to fight you!"
"Then you'd be wise to leave me alone! I thought I made that clear!!" He spat coldly, the white pieces of his armor glowing red. Although he paused to stare at you for a moment. "Wait. You...." His head tilted slightly. "I know you."
"You...You do?" You blinked behind your helmet.
"Yeah. You're not just some "humble medic". No, you're capable of much more than that. You know how to save lives....and take them away in an instant."
"Well...th-that, I do. But only if those I tend to are being threatened." You're stumbling over your words, astonished that he knew about you all along. "If I may ask....when did you start-?"
"I've always noticed your work. The way you quietly move around, thinking I wouldn't see the miracles you perform. Of course..you're conditioned to enact them in secret. You've been great at that." You hear his dry chuckle as the glow of his armor fades away, and he sits back down, sighing. "Alas....there's no miracle you could perform on me...none that could save me from what's to come. So go. Forget you've ever seen me here. Let me serve my penance on my own terms."
For a few seconds, you remained quiet, wondering if you should obey before he changes his mind and decides to rend you apart.
But you noticed a deep flesh wound on his torso, one that clearly didn't heal properly as the skin around it was becoming frostbit.
Of course, the longer he's gone without his light....the more susceptible he became to common injuries. Even trivial "mortal shortcomings" such as exhaustion were starting to wear him down considerably.
How could you neglect him when he's in such conditions?
"Forgive me for defying your orders, but I cannot in good faith leave that injury of yours unattended. It could become infected and be very painful." You kneeled down in front of him, keeping your wings neatly folded at your sides. "Above all else, my duty is to heal. And heal, I shall."
"........"
"Please, just let me do this one thing for you, and then I will go. You will never see me again."
A sigh reverberated through the hollowness of Gabriel's helmet. He was annoyed that you wouldn't leave, but not annoyed enough to want to spend his energy trying to make you leave.
"Would you be so eager to mend the wounds of a known traitor? The one whose hands are stained with the blood of the Council?" He asks, his voice low in tone, hesitant, as if he was...worried about what your answer might be.
Surely you heard his message too, and you must believe him to be the worst kind of scum.
Were you waiting for him to lower his guard? To catch him off-guard with a surprise convoy of Providences? Or-
"Without a doubt."
".....what?"
"Your speech helped me understand why things seemed so...off in Heaven." You smile. "You're right. The Holy Council was just...acting like they know what the Father wants. But they knew nothing. They were so cruel and unkind to my fellow angels, and they had to be put in check. So if you believe even their morals to be twisted and corrupt...who am I to question your judgement?"
"Wow, I...did not expect that." Gabriel hummed in amusement, his shoulders slightly relaxing. He didn't even realize they've been so tense all this time. "Still..I will be dead soon. As I've stated, no amount of divine healing will-"
"Forgive my interruption, but if you intend to face that Machine once more, you ought to be at your best. With nary a wound blemishing your fighting form." Your hands began to glow with light green energy, and you looked up at him, waiting for permission. "Let this be my last act of service to you, my liege, for helping me see the truth about our flawed empire."
Finally,....he relented, seeing as you were too stubborn to leave him like this. He now understood that you weren't here to capture him or convince him to return to Heaven, and he could confide in you during his last hours.
He honestly didn't care what would become of it in his absence.
Nothing else mattered...except for that glorious final battle with the Machine who was surely on its way.
You made a good point.
If he was going to fight it here within Treachery, he shouldn't let something as trivial as frostbite hinder him from giving it his all.
Okay so I was the anon that shared the idea of V1 and player/us. I just got another hehe.
So V1 didn't know that they got jealous when you give others attention. Like when we meet V2 we were like "OMG they look like V1! So cutee." And suddenly V1 sees V2 as a threat. They relentlessly attacked V2 that scored Ultrakill. We just watched the whole thing and like 'what? O_O'
This is especially with gabe. We are so amazed because that's a literal angel right there. We were gushing but V1 really didn't like that. They are so used that we are gushing about them that when we show interest with others they just become violent about it.
V1 kept dying from gabe and we kept reviving them. When they finally beat him, they look at us, smug and all. Just ignore how many times he died right there.
Just shower them with affection.
v1 being the jealous type is so cute, but also a little bit freaky
- Like if V1 takes over to fight V2 or Gabriel, would automatically assume it’s like a bug or something idk
- But seeing V2 bowing before their fight, and going “aww they seem polite” or something also kinda feels like something V1 might try to mimic (even though we can’t see them properly)
- Considering the fact that V1 probably doesn’t have much human interaction and just craves attention and intimacy of someone is a bit sad :(
- If you point out V2 at the end of greed (where they are sitting on the throne) V1 will be hitting those shots against V2
- the second part of the phase (where you are sliding down the pyramid), it’s easier for V1 to just slide up to V2, and hit them with the knuckleblaster (why are you hitting yourself?)
- At the end of the fight, V2 falls, and V1 remains victorious, standing tall. If they could, they would be smiling like crazy over this victory, and maybe with this your approval will be given
- Actually would it be ironic for V1 and V2 to basically have a personality swap in a way? Because if it’s a self aware au, assuming only V1 is aware, then V1 would have the superiority complex and be a bit more petty for attention?
- This would definitely come into play more with Gabriel, if we go with the belief that V1 sees you as a god, then V1 will definitely think Gabriel is following a false god, therefore a false prophet
- But your interest in Gabriel seems like a betrayal, but V1’s bias falls with you, and Gabriel is beating V1 to a pulp, so it won’t stand.
- Luckily for V1, the more deaths the more frustration with Gabriel you will have, but don’t worry, V1 is capable to learn, the move-set of Gabriel becomes a little more predictable, easier, and with enough time, Gabriel is defeated
- Gabriel talking about perfect hatred honestly could go the same way for V1 if Gabriel is taking your attention. It’s a one sided offense but to V1 it’s still a big deal.
- All V1 needs is your attention as you two descend deeper into depths of hell. Your praise and love will keep the machine alive.
