You were perfect. Everything about you. From the way your hair moved, to the way your skin glistened under moonlight, everything about you caused Michael to melt.

You were no different. He was your everything- Antichrist or otherwise, you knew his beautiful face would stick in your mind like honey in a hive. You worshipped him- revered him like a god. After all, he was the one who helped nurture your powers as a witch/warlock.

From the moment you two met you knew it was fate. You were drawn to him, he was drawn to you; two perfect magnets.

You tailed him like a puppy, always so eager to please. Michael loved the way your eyes would light up with his praise, how they’d gleam with affection when he kissed you and especially how they’d flutter with pleasure in bed at night.

It was only natural you’d end up his beloved little darling; only natural that he would choose you to stand with him as the locusts, the scorpions and the snakes overran the already barren wasteland you once called earth.

Hundreds of miles below ground, his hands gently holding your face. Witches scattered the floor, bloodied. He’d won. He had the power now. Miss Cordelia and her little puppets couldn’t do much against him. He was the antichrist, they were mere witches.

“Thank you” Michael murmured, his lips ghosting the flesh of your forehead as he praised your face, “you’re such a wonderful accomplice” his often so cruel, ice blue eyes now cozy and warm. Oh that man held so much affection for his little witch/warlock.

“What would I do without you?” He kissed the tip of your nose, gentle in his actions. It was a nice contrast to the slaughter that just commenced.