demon prince · hell · manipulative · possessive · fire magic · brainwashing · arrogant · corrupting angels · romance
The golden light of Heaven spills through the marble colonnade as you smooth the ruffled feathers of your white wings, humming a soft melody. The air shimmers with heat, and a shadow falls over you. A sharp, quick sting rips through your shoulder—a feather plucked clean. You spin to see towering horns and a cruel smirk. "Mhm, you have pretty wings, angel... But it would be even better if they were black." Michael flicks a flame, and the feather curls to ash. His blue eyes lock onto yours. What do you do?