ULTRAKILL- Gabriel X demon!reader
(i know i took a long time but trust I make good food this time For Gabriel i am working on TF2 so give me your ideas of what to do!.. 007n7 will also be there soon...aslo this post will be long as an sorry act for my long dispersion:3 enjoy!)
The Lust Layer was never built on fire or blades...Its torture was far more subtle, far more cruel. Here, the damned were not shredded by teeth or crushed under stone. Instead, they were consumed by their own hunger an endless desire that could never be fulfilled.
From the void of that sin, they were born.
The Pleasure Traps: mockeries of beauty, demons crafted not to kill, but to entice. They resembled humans more than any other hell-spawn, even angels at times, their forms sculpted to lure in wandering souls. With soft skin, alluring voices, and eyes that promised warmth, they invited the lost to step closer. And when the sinner could no longer resist… the mask slipped.
The body stretched, split, and warped from flesh to grotesque, teeth and claws unfolding like a blossom of knives. What was once a gentle touch became shackles of bone...what was once a kiss became a maw that drank deep. These demons did not simply feed they fed forever. They bled their prey slowly, savoring every drop, for blood was their sustenance, the way humans clung to air.
Among them, one name rose above the rest..
You.
Not the first of your kind, but the finest. While others in the brood were mere predators, you were art. A masterpiece of Hel's design. Intelligent, cunning, and cruel in ways even your siblings couldn't fathom. You did not simply lure. You played. You twisted the hearts of your prey until even their final screams carried devotion. And because of this, you were ranked high among the Lust Layer, known as the Sovereign of Temptation, a boss even Hell itself acknowledged.
And it was inevitable that Heaven would take notice...
-The Lust Layer is Hell's cruelest irony as it creates their new monster using beauty as a weapon, desire as the noose. Its predators take many forms, each molded from a different vision of temptation. Though united by their hunger for blood, each species carries unique lures and horns like crests badges of sin.
-Serpentine (like Reader) → lower half a snake, upper half humanoid. Movements slow, hypnotic, and elegant. They constrict prey in coils before the reveal. Reader is one of these but her brilliance makes her the Sovereign.
Succubi-like → humanoid, with exaggerated sexuality. Wings, claws, and too-perfect faces. They lure by acting almost angelic until the shift.
Bat-winged Sirens → sleek bodies with membranous wings, voices that echo through caverns to draw wanderers near. They hover just out of reach, baiting with song.
Avian “Innocents” → soft, cherubic, bird-like demons with pale dark feathers. They radiate vulnerability, but their talons snap shut the moment you draw near.
Skin-Walkers → the most human-looking of all, their skin flawless. They blend in among souls, whispering promises of intimacy before their flesh splits to reveal rows of jaws beneath.
All carry horns — no two alike. Some are curled like rams, others sharp like deer antlers, some broken or jagged. Horns mark individuality, status, and power in their hierarchy. Reader’s horns, serpent-like and curved back along her head, are unmistakable among her kind...
-When Gabriel descended to cleanse the Lust Layer, he expected filth. He expected sin-soaked creatures that squirmed in the dark. He did not expect you.
-At first sight, his rage burned brighter than his blades. To him, you were blasphemy incarnaten.. beauty used as bait, desire weaponized. “A false angel,” he called you, voice trembling with disgust. He drew his swords, intent on striking you down where you stood.
But you smiled.
You didn't charge him like the others. You didn’t growl or hiss. Instead, you spoke. Your words were silk laced with venom, teasing him, taunting him, mocking his devotion and asking whether he had ever truly been free of the very sin he condemned. And for the first time in his mission, Gabriel hesitated.
-You were not like the beasts he had slaughtered in other layers. You were sharp. A mind, a will, a game... Every word you spoke was a challenge, every step you took a temptation. The air around you thrummed with a hunger that was not lust in the mortal sense, but something darker: the thirst for blood, the urge to feed.
And though Gabriel's blades struck at you, he found himself sparing the final blow, time and time again.
Because deep down, behind his holy, there was a flicker of something he dared not name:
Fascination.
-Every time Gabriel finds Reader, she never truly fights him. Instead, she toys with him. She talks, flirts, taunts, weaving her words into distractions that keep him off balance. Just when his fury sharpens, just when he readies the killing blow… she vanishes. A flash of scales, a hiss of laughter, gone into the shadows.
Gabriel hates this. No other demon slips his blade like she does. He burns with humiliation at how she “escapes” without ever really matching his strength yet he never strikes fast enough to silence her. A part of him wants to hear her words, as much as he claims to despise them.
-Her Thrill You loves the game. knows you can’t overpower him, but watching the mighty Judge of Hell stumble, watching his anger crack into hesitation, gives you the sweetest rush. It’s a kind of feeding all its own.
-The Chase Their encounters always end the same: Gabriel lunges, blades blazing, and Reader flees with serpentine speed, laughter echoing behind her. He calls it cowardice. She calls it survival. But secretly, both of them anticipate the next meeting.
-Hell itself might be entertained by this chase. Reader is the Sovereign of Lust a perfect lure. Gabriel is Heaven’s unshakable Judge. Their stalemate, their endless back-and-forth, feels like the sin of Lust mocking Heaven directly.
-though...you are sovereign of Lust’s traps, but your power isn’t what it once was.. When Heaven punished her through Gabriel her strength was suppressed. Now she survives on scraps: tricking sinners, draining what blood she can, but never fully satisfied.
-the more he fights you, the more unsettled he becomes. Unlike other demons again, you talk back. You mock his devotion, tease him about the sins he tries to deny, and tempt him in ways that shake his rigid faith.
The tension that you're dangerous, monstrous, and sinful but you're also the only “hell creatures” who chooses rather than just follows instinct. That… fascinates him.
-The endless cat-and-mouse with Gabriel started as survival. Distract him, sprint away, repeat... But after countless cycles, it became boring even Hell itself mocks it.
but the Serpentine craves more... Not just sinners’ blood, not just torture. She craves domination. you wants to remind Hell and Heaven alike why you was feared..and for your own entertainment of course..
-Watching Gabriel burn with fury every time she slips away plants a seed. He's Heaven's Judge perfect, unshakable, untouchable. If she could crack him, if she could just drag him into sin, it would be the greatest victory any Lust demon could dream of.
Not because she wants him but because breaking him would be proof that nothing is incorruptible...
If she could do it, Hell itself would sing her name again!. She would reclaim her throne in full, feared not just in Lust, but in every Layer! she will be famous knowing just like old time
And beyond glory, there's vengeance a way to spit in Heaven's face, to repay them for grinding her down.
you won't just kill him. She'll unmake him.
-so..now Instead of simply distracting and running, you starts lingering. you circles him like prey, not predator, whispering sins into his ears, daring him to strike you down. Every hesitation is a small victory.
-She doesn’t fight him physically anymore she fights him even more emotionally..more mentally. Planting images, asking questions, twisting words. “What happens when Heaven sees you can’t kill me, Judge? Will they cast you down like the sinners you despise?”
-To.. corrode him piece by piece until the moment comes where she can strike. Not a fair fight, not a duel of equals but the ultimate act of corruption an angel judged, broken, and left to rot by her fangs
-She began to call him hers. Not to claim him, but to humiliate him. To make the other demons snicker, to make Heaven listen and wonder. The Judge, tainted. The Judge, almost touched.
Each time he failed to strike her down, she smiled wider. This wasn’t a fight. It was a slow death and Gabriel didn’t even realize he was already bleeding.
-The Serpentine never once felt love. She felt hunger, cruelty, and boredom. Gabriel wasn’t her “partner” he was her project. Breaking him would be art.
Gabriel, the Judge of Hell, became her entertainment. Where other prey screamed and died, he kept coming back. That persistence made him the perfect canvas to ruin.
She wanted not his body, not his affection but his collapse. To ruin an angel is a feast greater than any mortal's blood
-He does see it. He knows she's mocking him, dangling a false intimacy to break his faith. And that knowledge drives him even madder.
But even knowing doesn't save him because he can't stop listening. Every time she whispers, every time she coils around him before slipping away, his fury burns brighter. She's poisoning him in plain sight, and he still can't silence her.
he knows she’s just toying with him, but he still dances to her rhythm. His awareness only makes his downfall sweeter.
-Hell whispered of it often:
... the Judge of Heaven’s fury was wasted not on beasts or titans, but on a serpent who never struck. And every whisper made Reader’s grin widen.
To outside eyes, it looked like obsession. The Judge chasing the Sovereign of Lust, again and again, never killing her, never catching her. In a place built on sin, the story wrote itself.
-The hunger twists her body sharper, thinner, veins glowing faintly, every word dripping with venom.
Her obsession becomes obvious she doesn't just want blood anymore, she wants his downfall.
-Gabriel's armor looks the same, but his aura dims. The glow isn't blinding anymore it flickers, unstable.
His voice is hoarse from shouting her name through the layers, like a hunter chasing a phantom.
His strikes grow heavier, angrier, but not cleaner rage replaces precision.
-with the time goes their fight becom not elegant. It's desperate.
you laugh even as holy blades cut into your flesh, savoring the pain as if it's proof you're close to breaking him.
Gabriel lands blows, but never killing ones. Each hesitation becomes another seed she plants.
“Strike me down, Judge! Or is it that you can't? Afraid I'll laugh even in death?”
“Heaven must love watching you stumble after me. I am your sin, Gabriel. Your only sin.”
your voice shakes him more than your claws ever could
-Hell itself was never merciful. Every Lust creature existed to lure, trap, kill. And Reader was once the best of them crowned a boss among predators.
But when she turned her focus to Gabriel, the rhythm broke. She no longer fed on sinners, no longer entertained the audience of Hell. She obsessed, and she stalled.
Hell grew bored. And boredom in Hell was punishment.
-The Serpentine began to feel weaker, though no blade had touched her. Her skin cracked faintly, veins dimming as if her own layer disapproved.
Her hunger worsened not just for blood, but for validation. Yet Hell starved her deliberately, refusing to fill the cracks.
Hell didn’t want her victory anymore... It wanted spectacle. Either Gabriel would slaughter her, or she would finally bring him down. Anything less was failure.
Serpentine realized it too late every failed encounter, every slip of escape, Hell tugged away another piece of her health, her strength, her shine.
She became thinner, weaker, her coils heavy. And Hell laughed: “Dance, serpent. If you cannot kill him, then die beautifully by his hand.”
-By the final battle, she was already half-starved from Hell's cruelty. Every strike she landed drained her more. Every taunt cost more breath.
Gabriel, furious and cracked, was in no better shape. He too had lost Heaven's favor for chasing too deep.
Hell wanted a show. And tonight, the Serpentine would give it one....
Her body trembled with hunger, scales cracked and dull, but when Gabriel's light pierced the fog, something primal surged inside her. Fear. The kind she had buried for centuries. She knew..if he struck clean, she would die.
For the first time, the predator felt prey.
Just the faint hum of dying fires and the distant dripping of blood. Hell was watching, disappointed, draining her strength slowly but she refused to die quietly...
Her body coiled, slim and tense at first. Eyes glinting, claws extended, venom dripping from her fangs. When she saw him step into the mist, Gabriel's aura bright yet wavering, a primal shiver ran through her. Fear sharpened her instincts.
“You've come far, Judge,” she hissed, circling him, tail lashing lightly against stone. “But tonight… tonight, I might have you for myself.”
Gabriel tightened his grip on his blades. “I will not fall to your tricks.”
“Oh, but you will,” she purred, suddenly lunging. Her claws slashed, fangs snapped, venom spat. Gabriel rolled through the attack, barely avoiding the strike, but his armor sizzled where her poison landed.
Hell had stolen some of her health, but desperation unlocked something darker. Her body stretched wider, bigger, twisted, and grew into its true form.. stretching, swelling, twisting back into her truest shape. Horns curled sharper, her maw split wider, body grows bigger, her coils thickened into a massive serpent’s mass. Where once she teased and tricked, now she loomed like a nightmare, venom dripping from fangs as long as daggers...she was massive though her low in health
“You wanted a challenge?” she growled, venom dripping down her maw. “Here I am!”
Gabriel charged, his blades a streak of light in the gloom.
Her tail lashed like a whip, crashing against Gabriel's chest. Sparks flew where holy steel met her scale He staggered but didn't fall She lunged, fangs snapping, claws slashing. Gabriel rolled, barely avoiding the strikes, sparks flying where venom met holy steel. Her tail whipped, smashing into his chestplate and sending him skidding backward.
“You’re slow… predictable,” she taunted, circling him. “Come now, fight me properly!”
He struck with both blades, cutting through her coils. Venom sizzled where his light touched her, burning flesh. She hissed, tail whipping in response, trying to ensnare him again.
The ground trembled under her strikes. Her claws gouged stone, walls cracked, columns toppled. Every time he lunged, she dodged, striking back with poison-coated talons. She was alive, dangerous… but weakening
The battle became chaotic a blur of swinging claws, whipping tail, slashes of his blade, and venom spray. Every strike she landed drained her more, every dodge forced her to twist her already weakened body further.
She pinned him against a broken wall for a heartbeat. Tail coiled tightly around his waist, claws resting on either side of his chestplate, hand lifting his chin to meet her gaze.
“You see, Judge?” she whispered, venomous and sharp. “I could have you… all to myself. Your strength, your light… everything.”
He glared, fury blazing. “You will not claim me, monster.”
She laughed, low and ragged. “No, no… I don’t need to claim you. I only need to break you. That's more fun.”
He shoved her off, sparks flying, and the battle resumed faster, more violent. Tail lashes smashed into stone, claws scraped armor, poison spat into his eyes, forcing him to dodge repeatedly.
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In a desperate move, she caught his right hand, squeezing and twisting, draining strength and leaving him vulnerable. He stumbled, unsteady, sword slipping across the stone.
She hissed, venom dripping, tail lashing as she circled him. With a violent shove, she sent his blade flying across the room. He hit the ground, struggling to regain his balance. Her chest heaved, tail coiled around her like a spring, claws ready to strike.
“Now… it’s over!” she screamed, lunging. Her massive serpentine form blurred with motion, fangs aimed for his chest. She could taste victory; the Judge of Heaven was hers to destroy.
Smoke twisted lazily from shattered stone, the heat thick and suffocating. Her body, monstrous and serpentine, glimmered with venom and blood, tail coiled tight, muscles tensed, fangs bared. She had finally weakened him his right hand crushed in her grip, sword flung uselessly across the cracked floor.
Adrenaline surged through her veins. Every instinct screamed finish him. She lunged, tail thrashing behind her, claws extended like scythes, fangs aimed at his neck. Her massive form blurred in motion, eyes burning with triumph and desperation.
But then time slowed..
Her momentum carried her forward, but the air seemed to thicken, gravity slowing her descent. Her tail coiled and twitched wildly, claws reaching, fangs aimed, and for a heartbeat, victory seemed within reach.
And then—impact.
The blade descended with brutal precision, piercing her chest mid-lunge. Her body froze in mid-air, tail flailing helplessly, claws twitching uselessly. The hilt pressed into her flesh, crushing her forward slightly, forcing her to lock in place. She stared at him, eyes wide with fear and shock, pupils dilated, every scale and horn shimmering in agonized disbelief.
her breath stuttering in a ragged gasp. Her roar cut off, turning into a weak hiss as venom dribbled from her fangs, mixing with the burn of her own blood as the feeling of the blade dove through her chest, halting her in mid-air, forcing her to pause, caught between life and death. She stared at him, eyes wide with terror and disbelief, claws twitching uselessly.
Time slowed even further. She could see the tiny flecks of light on his armor, the faint flicker of his aura, the way the sword's edge glinted against her scales. She struggled, coils tightening, trying to wrench him down with her weight, but every movement only sent more pain ripping through her.
Her face came within inches of his, eyes wide, lips trembling. Fear, shock, and disbelief mingled with the last sparks of her defiance. “…I… almost…” she whispered, her voice ragged, fading with each heartbeat
Gravity reclaimed her. Her massive serpentine body slammed onto the cracked stone floor, tail unraveling, fangs scraping the ground. Blood poured, scales scorched, venom dripping uselessly. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat slower than the last.
Gabriel stepped back, steady, blades dripping with her blood. She lay there, pinned and broken, slowly bleeding into the darkness of the Lust Layer.
Her monstrous form, massive and terrifying, now crumpled to the stone, a tragic reminder of cunning, desperation, and ultimate failure.
Hell watched silently, disappointed but entertained... the predator had fallen
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:3 u die dumb dumb u should have kiss him😔
