(Thank you to the person that requested this ^^)

Blood seeps from the metal of his armor as he staggers, red hue leaving the iron of his helmet and chestplate after being defeated by that damned machine once more. Well, not that he damns it anymore, his rage long simmered and died down.

But now another type of red bleeds through, and it's currently amassing in heaps on the floor. He lets out a shaky breath as he collapses onto his knees, his recent teleportation sapping the remaining strength of his Father(can he still call an abandoned God that?)'s light as he reaps heavy breaths - head pounding. It burns and itches everywhere, a disgusting feeling of warmth and cold -- bile reaching his throat with his senses and feeling off kilter.

Who knew finding small peace and truth was bliss and agony?

Wire sparks as your fans whirr, indicating your annoyance as you shut a small groove on your leg, mechanical fingers twitching as you almost electrocuted yourself while fixing it. After a harsh tumble through the floor earlier, you find yourself in a lower layer of hell, a quieter part of Violence. Gears and exhausts churn to life as you hoist yourself up to continue your journey (even when you have no idea where you're going).

It's not until later that you see a blinding yellow, staggering backwards as Gabriel appears, collapsing to his knees in his own pile of blood. Usually, you wouldn't come anywhere near any other creature, but something compels you to approach - his injuries causing intrigue. Your steps are silent on the white flooring beneath you, coming up behind him.

You poke at one of his wounds.

He hisses a blue streak as he turns around, looking up at you before he sighs, trembling fingers around Splendor - too tired for this.

"..Oh. I..." His voice trails off, fatigued from the blood loss. "Do leave, I'm quite busy right now, and I'm not bothered ripping more metal to shreds." He mutters, expecting it to bug off like the other machines (except V1) usually do when he's around.