Your Colostomy Bag Is A Z-Targetable Weakpoint

The Operator is basically a cosmic demigod who has met with the Space Devil multiple times. They wear infected suits of armor like everyday clothing, switching them out as they please. They cannot die, or at least are extremely difficult to put down. They're an eternal immortal teenager whose collective anger toppled two nightmarish empires, and left a third empire half-leaderless. They and the Drifter destroy horrific "angels" born of the same tragedy that made them what they are, and in the back of their heads, they worry they could become angels as well.

The Drifter is equally eldritch, the same cosmic demigod trapped in the pages of a children's story for centuries or even millennia. They have grown without the influence of the Space Devil, but they faced thousands of deaths and more at the hands of a dimensional fisher king made to be their playtime friend. They escaped this mad storybook world through a little bit of help and their own fathomless willpower. They traveled throughout time at the behest of a deeply unethical mad scientist to save a city trapped in an eternal loop, befriending a growing number of people infected by the same disease that cultivates the very biomechanical armor they use at will. They can even romance one of these people, or more if they but reset the year, over and over and over again. Time is their plaything. They converse an infected guitar who is a shred of the infinite consciousnesses whom they both fight against and wear.