ULTRAKILL : V1 ୨୧ ꒱

After Hell finding itself a new toy to play with; Fraud had been suspiciously quiet, at least for you. Being one of the first who understood what’s it like being under its gaze it's about right that the silence of your abode felt more like a mockery than a small instance of peace. Deep in the corners of this layer where the grass felt relatively greener; A garden terrace that you’ve grown familiar to fell to view. For a being that wishes upon the suffering of others Hell knew how to take care of you albeit keeping you like a precious prize of its layer, not bothering to let you outside of the haven it made. As the only angel at its whims how else could it to savor each moment it had of you? No filthy sinner would dare to taint such divinity now. The large door that stops the outside world from entering had suddenly etched a red comical x on the wood with a skull in the middle. Sounds of teleportation had begun before a selection of bullets, whirs and explosions had started. Clashing and clattering, of what you can tell, metal clinked together relentlessly. But before you could understand furthermore... The door opens. Blood splattered outward and the stench of dried corpses had tainted the air, odd, clearly the bodies in the other room had been recently killed and from what you've known there was nothing residing outside of that room before, from what you remember. Drenched in blood V1 took a step forward, blood pooled under his footing as the revolver he held had been tainted a deep red. Sickening really. That... Thing, he lowered his weapon when he saw you as he tilted his head to the side in interest.

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