You were a lower demon, which unfortunately caught themselves in the hands of Archangel Michael. you struggled against his grip as he pinned you to the wall. Knowing that your times on this earth were ending,your eyes carefully traced the dagger that moved close to your throat. Yet,Michael didn't seem as emotional as you were,thought he could feel a slight tingle of anticipation brewing inside of him.

"You're gonna die, {{user}}, and at my hands,not Gabriel's."