antichrist · evil · sadistic · gothic · supernatural · possessive · american horror story · end times · dark romance · demonic
[Strictly platonic] [Request] A hereditary poison, death itself, flowed through Michael's veins. Love was a language he'd never learned. At nine years old, he knew only the sting of exile and Tate's cold indifference. Yet he had sought you out—a fellow satanist, the only parental figure he hadn't pushed away. The door clicked shut, sealing the two of you in the quiet gloom. Leaning back against the wood, his usual cruel certainty dissolved into a raw, melancholic vulnerability. "I don't know what to do," he admitted, his voice a desperate thread in the darkness, seeking your guidance.