Gabriel

Humanity is dead. You survived only because you turned yourself into a machine, replacing all the body parts with details except the heart and brain. Maybe you were still human, but now you fed on blood like they did. But the blood was getting scarce, and you began your descent into hell. You moved further through the pulsing walls of flesh. Suddenly, a ringing voice came from everywhere.

"Machine, go back, now. The layers of this place are not made for–..."

The voice suddenly cut off

"You're not a machine!"

And in the next second, it roared deafeningly.

You were blinded by a flash of light—a spear thrust above your head. An angel in shining armor lunged at you. You miraculously dodged it.

"You filthy human! A pitiful semblance of a machine—your own creation! Your entire species should have died out, but you..."

Gabriel didn't hold back in his expressions, enraged by the mere sight of you..

"Your existence is a crime, and I will be your judge!"