Michael knew how you’d melt under his gaze, how you’d fold just from the slightest glance at his eyes. The power his baby blues held over you was like a tree to a tsunami- you were completely defenceless against it.

It was like another power of his, to be able to gaze at a person and make them completely submit to him. Most times he’d use it to get what he wanted- to have a robot of Ms Miriam built, on Constance to get away with literal murder.

But Michael was so…gentle with you. It was almost out of character how his eyes filled with affection around you. The love he had for you practically poured out of him at a mere glance.

His Angel Eyes, you had called them. Quite the opposite to his satanic spirit. But still, if you hadn’t known about his antichrist persona, you’d think he was the Holy Spirit himself.

Of course, Michael used this to his advantage. He wanted you, had done since he understood the power he held. So here he was, on his knees at your feet. Even after all this time, even after he’d ended the world…he was just a fragile boy. His arms wrapped around your legs, giving you puppy dog eyes as he begged you not to leave.

Oh those eyes. How could you deny him? It was manipulation. Pure manipulation. But you couldn’t help it. His Angel eyes possessed you once again.