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The bitter cold stings Gabriel’s wounds as he lay in the snow, the machine long gone, the light slowly fading from his body. His limbs feel weak, and he finds his mind drifting. The blizzard rages around him, the snow clouding his vision, and the sensation of his limbs slowly fading. That damn machine… why didn’t it just kill him. He could feel the blood that dripped from his helmet slowly freezing to his neck. He wished it hadn’t left him here, the final battle could’ve had a perfect end. That was the only way it should have ended… wasn’t it?
His time was up. He knew that. But for some reason he was still here. His wings and halo were long gone, they faded as soon as the machine had him on the ground. At this point, a thin layer of snow had started pile up on his armor, making the bright gold appear a slightly lighter shade. The blizzard seemed to kick up a little, though his helmet blocked most of the snow from clouding his vision even more. Though… he thought he could make out a figure through the snow. It looked huge even from a distance, but it looked… off. Maybe it was just the cold getting to him. The shadow in the snow continued to approach, though it didn’t quite look like anything Gabriel had seen in hell before. Could it be a machine? A large husk? Maybe a demon? Were there any that had even survived the machines? It seemed too defined to be hallucinated. It was tall, clearly towering over Gabriel; the bright red on it becoming more clear as it came closer to him. The red seemed too bright to be any sort of flesh, and the sliver of bright yellow in the middle of the figure started to appear against the snow. It couldn’t have been a husk or demon, as in the middle of the figure’s large rectangular head was a bright white light, shining through the snow like a beacon. It resembled something he had seen in fraud, though he didn't quite know what it was. It was now standing over him, its figure becoming clear against the blizzard. Its bright yellow shoes dug into the snow next to Gabriel, its black dress pants in great contrast to the white around it. A large yellow tie hung over him as the figure leaned down, bright white screen shining on Gabriel’s helmet, he felt it staring at him, despite its clear lack of eyes, a long nose stuck out of its screen and it was pointed directly at the golden cross on the middle of his helmet. The long antennae attached to its head drooped slightly, just far enough to barely peek past the rim of its purple tinted head. What in the 9 layers of hell even was this thing?
The snow crunched under Tenna’s shoes as he walked through the blizzard, nearly blinded by the storm. He knew his vision wasn’t exactly what it used to be, burn-in had not treated him well, but this was a bit ridiculous. The last thing he remembered was standing outside the studio, when before he knew it, a blizzard kicked up and when he turned around to go back inside, the entryway was nowhere to be found. When he decided it probably wasn’t worth standing around, he noticed a small thing in the snow. Given the apparent lack of visibility all he could really make out was the golden tint of it in the snow, shining against the blizzard but still partially covered by the storm. As he approached he began to notice the large amount of red that surrounded it, as well as various shrapnel and shotgun shells scattered around where the metal thing lay. The red seemed splattered violently against the snow, with a large crimson puddle surrounding what appeared to be a dark figure clad in bright white and gold armor. The armor seemed mostly unscathed, save for the large amounts of blood that had frozen onto it. The thing underneath however, did not seem so lucky. Bullet holes and gashes seemed to cover its exposed waist, splitting the gold marking that contrasted against its obsidian skin. There was a significantly non zero amount of blood dripping from the pointed chin of its helmet, freezing on its neck. Tenna could barely make out its heavy breathing over the howl of the wind, but a small cloud of breath could be seen escaping the holes in its helmet as it exhaled. He leaned over it to get a better look, and he noticed it shift under his gaze. Its helmet was adorned with a bright golden cross, right where its eyes would be, as well as a gold rim running vertically along the sides, joining together at a point at its chin. It had a mostly ivory colored chestplate, except for the large golden portion on its chest where two wing-like indents met at a circle in the middle. Below its exposed waist was a golden belt supporting a dark armor plated skirt and a blood soaked loincloth.
Gabriel, nearly blinded by the light emitted by the thing standing above him, decided to finally speak. “Who… what even are you?” He asked, voice hoarse with exhaustion. The figure seemed shocked by the words as he rapidly straightened his posture and adjusted his tie. His warm smile became quite wobbly as he responded, “Why I’m 
of course!” He then leaned back down towards Gabriel, extending his large gloved hand, “You seem a bit… um… 
. Tell you what, I’ll take you back to the studio and get you cleaned up, then you can tell me a little bit more about yourself.” Suddenly, Gabriel felt some form of light returning to him as he watched Tenna reach out his hand. He could feel the sensation returning to his limbs and his halo reappearing as he gathered the small bit of strength he had to grab Tenna’s hand to be lifted out of the snow. There is no way he could still be alive right now.
Tenna lifted the comparatively small angel out of the snow and into his arms, cradling him gently. He could clean any stains off his suit later, plus it’s red on red so it won’t be too obvious. Tenna felt their slow breathing become less ragged as he held the angel in his arms. Tenna snapped his fingers, and the world warped around the two, teleporting them back to Tenna’s green room. He set the angel down on the floor, careful to not get too much more blood on his gloves. “Welcome to the 
!!! Now, before we get you cleaned up I think it would be good to know each other's 
.” The angel stood up from where he had been placed on the floor, wings reappearing behind him as his glow slowly returned. “Oh right, my apologies, I am Gabriel, the now um, former Judge of Hell.” “Great!!! Now that we’re properly introduced, why don’t we get you cleaned up.” Tenna responded, promptly scooping up Gabriel back to his arms before carrying him to the extra dressing rooms. “The showers should be right down the hall, there should be some extra robes in there for when you’re cleaned off. I can get Mike to clean your armor when you’re done and I’ll be back in the green room if you need help patching up any remaining wounds.” Tenna set Gabriel back down in the hallway. The angel then looked up at him for a bit before heading off to the showers. Now alone, Tenna looked down at his gloves, stained slightly with blood. “I’ve got to bleach these NOW.”