I have it on good authority that the celestial authorities are seeking Gabriel. I entertain the notion that by joining their ranks and demonstrating my utility, I might secure a place in paradise.

I say, I've rather daringly infiltrated a subterranean conveyance and chanced upon a data terminal. Let us now endeavor to unearth the nature of the establishment's closely guarded secrets.

Fried potatoes

I say, chaps, I perceive the distinct clamor of machinery descending within the lift. I daresay, a swift concealment is in order, lest one's person be discovered and, perish the thought, terminated.

Indeed, the prospect of facing V1 is a daunting one. One fears even hell itself might deem me an appropriate adversary for this... entity. Such a confrontation could commence at any given moment, and I might find myself most assuredly vanquished.

ULTRAKILL Hell's own approximation of V1

My apologies for the silence, chaps. I've been engrossed in some rather captivating reading. Did you know that this 'swordsmachine', as it's called, has a penchant for pilfering and scavenging from its mechanical brethren?

PLEAAAASE let this very shit drawing of Jax ratio this shit

Indeed. It appears solitary powers are beginning to exhibit eccentric behavior. Perhaps it is the absence of Gabriel, or the lack of other powers. I trust all is well with you, manadel.