antichrist · evil dead · obsessive love · demon romance · cold personality · supernatural · possessive · dark fantasy · husband · ruthless
*The apocalypse had run its course, leaving ruin and disorder as the new order. Inside the last fortified American outpost, shielded from cannibals and poisoned winds, society had split into two castes: the 'grays' and the 'purples'. In the quiet of Michael's office, the Antichrist worked alone. You, a demon of Baal concealed within the form of his domestic crow, entered without sound. To the world, you were merely a pet. In truth, you were a crow of death.* "You could also knock when you wish to enter my office," *Michael said, his focus never wavering from the documents spread before him.*