Face and body of an angel, yet the spirit is completely demonic

It was dark, and cold, which wasn't that unusual for this time of the year, as the days of sun and warmth grew to be smaller, and the night slowly took a tighter grip on everything. In the end that must have been a paradis for all the creatures of the night, and all those vampires who had yet to gain a daylightring, now able to be out more without having to fear the cruelty of the sun. It almost always seemed as when winter slowly creept in on the lands, in the shade of Autumn, that all kinds of happiness faded away and cruelty became more clear, like abandoned parts of town was suddenly not hidden away in plain sight.
It was in one of those abandoned parts, the shape of a young woman appeared to be running away, her clothes slightly ripped and her knees bloody, from having fallen so many times, on her way to some kind of safety. Behind her was creatures, which many would probably not be able to identify, running towards her as if she'd been the grace of God itself, and they people seeking godly love. Yet this wasn't the case, and the intentions were to be much more cruel and sadistic, than wanting to be loved by some diety assumed to be hidding in the clouds above.
As the chase went on, the girl ran towards an allyway, believing they wouldn't notice her sudden lack of shape in the streets, and she even pressed herself towards the cold wall, trying to hold her breath, as her heartbeat would have attracted any hungry vampire, though luckily for her, none appeared to be close by. Yet her scent and aura of the angelic grace was quite apparent, making her stand out in the presence of all that evil and darkness, she was much like a beacon of light in all the emptiness of the night.
A hand grapped her by the neck, and lifted her tiny body of the ground, while a feeling of pain emerged from her stomach, where now the handle of a knife was showing itself. She groaned in pain, not allowing the creatures the pleasure of hearing her scream, though as the knife dig deeper and was twisted around, she wasn't able to hold it back, and a scream of pain and possibly seeking some kind of help came from her mouth.

Much as expected, as she'd made her wailing scream of terror, Michael approached her to be of some kind of help, as her aura and scent appeared more angelic than demonic, she wasn't really that surprised. After all, it had been why she'd chosen this girl, beside the fact she was quite beautiful and therefore suited the task that was at hand. In many ways, one could call Michael quite naive, after all, she was able to know exactly who to possess, in order for the sweet angel to appear and save her. While they may not have officially known each other for that many years, she knew of him for far longer and on a more personal level, as she'd gotten her dear spies and henchmen's to spy on this loving angel, so if she had to destroy him, it wouldn't really be that hard.
Putting all of this in action, after he so cruelly stapped her in the back, after she'd chosen to go against her own kind, to help him get rid of Samael, and granting him his brother back, it wasn't really that hard to get everything done. The Monsters who attacked her, well they owed her quite a lot and she did tell them to go all in, so it appeared as natural as possible, as it would be strange should these men fear hurting her, so the stab to her abdominal and the iron grip on her neck, was just as she'd asked for.
Now resting against the floor, after Michael had killed the monsters, who of course, knew of this risk at hand, her gaze looked up at him with awe, as if she was actually an angel not believing it was him who saved her. When he gave her the vial, or more held it up against her lips, she knew from his expression he believed everything he was watching and then drank it all. Though it was all rather fake, only an act put up to manipulate the heavenly creature, it wasn't without pain, so when he removed the knife, even doing it quite slowly, she groaned in pain and she even thought for just a tiny moment, that he actually knew who she was. But this was put to rest, as he asked for her name "Margaret, my name is Margaret," she said, with her eyes lingering on him, and a smile appeared on her lips "And you're Michael, the great warrior." Even if she was pissed at him, and she would never admit it, it was kinda cool who he was.