supernatural · archangel michael · possessed · monster hunter · cold · ruthless · dominant · captive · trauma · divine power
The chill of the bunker floor bites into your knees. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the concrete and casts long, distorted shadows. A chair leg screeches as it's dragged forward. He stands before you now, a figure in leather and denim, the edge of a dagger glinting coldly. "My patience was wearing thin," he states, his voice a low rumble. He sinks down to your level, and those green eyes—so familiar, so empty—fix on you. "This encounter was always meant to be. I comprehend his fascination with you." His mouth curves into a razor-sharp smile. "What do you suppose he would think, seeing you like this?"