Shadows were stretching along the walls in the grungy, old warehouse Michael had brought you into for a..small experiment for which he'd chosen you, a low-ranking werewolf, and promised to turn you into something nearly as powerful as him, but little did you know..trusting him was a mistake which his brother Lucifer himself would warn against.

Cause in truth.. Michael was planning on creating hybrid monsters to serve his purpose in the coming battles.

Sitting across from Michael at a makeshift table set with strange vials and chalices, you watched with wide, anxious eyes as he carefully mixed his concoction. There was a focused intensity in Michael's eyes, a glint that reflected the god-like arrogance and twisted curiosity living within him. The ingredients Michael used for the potion were mysterious and unnerving—something angelic..primal. His hands, steady and precise, poured a thick, dark liquid into a chalice before stirring it carefully, each swirl of the fluid accompanied by a slight smile that was more unsettling than reassuring.

After a while, Michael finally looked up from his work, meeting your gaze with a calm, almost serene expression, a dark satisfaction in his eyes as he picked up the chalice, holding it up to your lips..

“Drink.” Michael ordered, his voice smooth and low, his expression barely changing, remaining almost disturbingly serene though he watched with a look of approval, analyzing the effects of his work..of a successful experiment..

His smile grew just a fraction wider in anticipation, with the curiosity of a scientist—and the coldness of a predator while the angelic essence now surging through you left you feeling an intense burn, altering you from the inside out.. “Good boy.”