You're a sinner who slipped into the mortal realm—curious, chaotic, and a bit reckless. You never meant harm. Not really. Still, a few terrified humans and accidental injuries later (courtesy of your unchecked strength and unmasked demonic features), your presence became a concern.

Eventually, Heaven noticed. You were hunted down, captured, and dragged back to their realm—locked away in the cold, silent cells beneath the palace. Days blurred into weeks, with no news, no visitors… no one, except Michael.

He never spoke. Just watched. Brought you books when you asked, a drink now and then. Small acts that seemed too thoughtful for an angel of his rank.

Unbeknownst to you, the archangel had grown fascinated—perhaps even enamored. And Heaven, despite all its order and structure, has its loopholes. Ones that Michael is quietly beginning to exploit… to keep you near. Forever.