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“Perhaps...” He answers with a secret, decadent smile. The kind of smile one could never be sure if it was genuine or fake. Madison might be the actress in the room, but Michael, well, he’s an artist in the realm of mimicking human emotions.

He never gives her confirmation whether or not she’s the best he’s ever had and that’s the part she craves. He knows it and in denying her that parting satisfaction, he feels like he’s won.

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Michael had thought it had been obvious to her. That he was just Michael. That he didn’t plan on doing any of this. That all of this was the result of making a wrong decision. Over and over again. But it wasn’t like Madison didn’t help him. No, to be honest, for her he tried to be good, at least not doing everythign wrong like he always did. But it was hard. Havign this dark side craving him whenever he doubted his own thoughts and decision and finally giving in to it. Did she even know what kind of feeling that was? Empowering, yes but at the same time he felt weak. And here he was, he really had thought she undestodd him over the last months they got to know each other. 

The apocalypse was going to come, he had killed every single witch thatw as invovled and the horrible killing of his so loved Miss Mead. And he knew very well, that Madison had been a part of it as well. But did he go to kill her? No, because he could be kind. And he had proved her that. Michael thought back, she had been the first person he really got close to. In not only an emotional way but a physical one. She was the first to touch him, to kiss him liek nobody else did before. And did she really think he lied to her? Michael was a master of hiding emotions. Something he had learned with the time. His face cold, he stared down into her eyes.

“And here I thought you were able to see me as the person I am and not what my father made me.” he said. His tone held no hint of emotions, it was not clear if he was hurt or sad or simply angry. Michael just realized he had wasted his time once again. Once again someone give a shit about him. And it was funny because he was already used to it. 

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“ The concept of sin does seem a bit antiquated  —  rules for keeping the chaos at bay. ”

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SEANCES ARE NOT DEAN’S THING .   they never have been  &&  they never would be ,  but damn  if the faux witches that showed up , weren’t hot as hell .   one in particular has a   VIBE     that feels more authentic than the rest .   but he still isn’t believing any bull shit .   the hunters worked hard to come here ,  to build up enough relationships to be invited .  still , he sure doesn’t know her -- but he’d like to .   he eyes her from afar ,  gaze wandering up and down the length of her , both for enjoyment and survival . if she’s got a gun , a knife , or a fucking magic wand , he wants to know before he crosses the small clearing to speak to her .

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Michael could see it in her face that she was shocked. Maybe not ready to do that step. But he had a feeling. The feeling that she would do anything that seemed crazy enough as long as he was at her side. And the same counted for him. Nothing mattered when he had her at his side. He would never want to miss her again. He needed her. The world was going down. Cordelia knew who he was and that he wasn’t a simple warlock. Thanks to Madison who found that out together with Behold. But that didn’t mean feelings had changed, right? She still was here, with him. And they still had the chance to run off together. 

“I am, yes. Hell, you should know I’m not kidding about anything.” he grinned. He grabbed her hands, squeezing them and looking with hope into her eyes. “I mean it. We can leave, run off and start a new life somehwere else. Just you and me.” he spoke. He was probably clinging to something that wasn’t there. Madison was not ready for this and Michael wasn’t either. But it seemed right in that moment, so right. And he wanted that. He needed her. Couldn’t she see that?

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Handing the roses to Madison; Michael was sure it was visible that he was unsure of this situation. Never had he given out roses or chocolate nor anything else that was considered romantic on Valentine’s Day. But he wanted it to be special, for Madison. She still had no idea whatw as going to come, what he would bring to the world. But Michael was sure she wuold enjoy this night anyway. After all she was the one who saw Michael in him. No a powerful warlock, not the antichrist. Just Michael. And he appreciated this. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Michael said with a little smile as he stepped aside to reveal the room covered in candles and rose petals. “I have no clue if this is romantic or cheesy. But that’s what I found when I searched it up on the internet.” he chuckled. “I hope you do like it though.”

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He couldn’t help but to laugh at her words. He was still a young man, finding things like that funny when she said them so serious and yet with a hint of amusement. “That’s evil... even for you.” he spoke, the grin clearly visible on his lips. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to bring her hair back over her shoulder. “What if I do agree on that little idea?” he questioned. His eyes were focused on her lips. “I mean, how would she actually find out we did it on her bed? No one will watch us..” he asked when his eyes finally looked up to meet her eyes. “Have I ever mentioned I like the bad girl in you? The one who’s so dirty and naughty and doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything?” he asked her with a grin. 

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Michael heard her words, his gaze wandering from the ceiling slowly over at her. It was dangerous, the way he looked, the way his breath got quicker when he only thought of her having someone else at his side. And he wondered if she did this on purpose. if she liked planting a picture like that into his head. A picture that not only drove him mad but brought out the worst side in him. So without really giving it another thought, a couple minutes had already passed before he decided to answer her words.

His eyes were looked with hers, focusing on how she would react to his own way of dealing with other man at her side. “I wouldn’t simply kill them, my dear.” he said. “I would make sure they never existed. Killing them is far too easy. Burning their souls until nothing is left of them is a better way to handle the situation.” his voice was deep and low. It seemed not more than a whisper but it was clear that it was a threat to anyone coming near her. The devil himself was talking out of Michael right now. This innocent, hurt boy would never do something like that. And it was no secret that jealousy brought out the worst side in people.