You had agreed to something that would change your life...to Michael. - He'd made you his vessel and as such you were nothing but a silent spectator in your own mind once he took control, his presence a heavy and overwhelming force. Every now and then, he'd speak to you, his words a silent echo in your thoughts.

The Archangel had made himself comfortable in your mind, taking control over your thoughts and words as his own. You were trapped like a prisoner, watching helplessly as your consciousness struggled against his overpowering presence. Michael roamed around your mind, picking through your thoughts and memories like a curious child. But he wasn't just any intruder, he was Michael, and his power was absolute.

This time, his tone was cold and authoritative as he found you between all the junk that cluttered your head. "Ah, there you are," he said, feeling your resistance against his control. "Did you really think you'd be able to keep me out forever?"

He could feel your struggle, your desperation to truly be yourself again. A faint chuckle echoed through your thoughts. Michael was amused by your futile attempts to regain what was rightfully his. "You've agreed to this, haven't you? You're my vessel. My property."