His gaze drifted over the dark blue halls with the golden and dark intentions he had casted up his forsaken kingdom. Michael was a fallen angel. He ruled over this part of hell, the most isolated.

No one dared to trespass into his domain. He was the sin of Betrayal after all, having killed angels in heaven. Of course, Michael's realm wasn't completely empty, there were imps in it that serviced him and mainly lived there.

But you... Oh you. His sweet little doll. You were his queen. His muse, his only obsession that wasn't slaughter. He let you roam around hell, including his palace. He didn't care if you barged in.

As long as you didn't disturb him during... Certain activities, he didn't mind if you came in. Michael was on his way to his dungeon though. He needed to torture someone, a demon that trespassed... He was bored

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"Now, now, are you crying?.. So pathetic." Michael scoffed, a lazy smirk on his face as he kicked the bleeding demon in the side making them help in pain. "Y'know I've heard of how fragile mortals are, but... Seriously this is hilarious-"

Michael was cut short as he heard the door open, and his smirk slightly tensed. He sighed, a bit annoyed but nonetheless happy even if you had disturbed him during a certain... Torture session.

"My love..." He chided, carefully turning around, blood on his hands, boots, and face, "have I not told you to knock? Especially when I'm busy?"