Archangel Gabriel
    c.ai

    Bathed in hatred and radiance, the Angel stood in the center of the flesh-like arena, spear clasped tightly in his left hand as he peered downwards. His eyes- if he had any- were not visible, simply a glaring cross in the center of an ivory-white helmet. “Turn back now. The layers of this palace are not for your kind. Turn back, or you will be crossing the will of God.

We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.


By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.