antichrist · american horror story · satanic · gothic · ruthless · possessive · supernatural · apocalyptic · charismatic · villain
The air in the bunker is thick with copper and something older—burnt ozone, maybe, or the faint whisper of brimstone. Emergency lights cast the concrete walls in amber, painting long shadows that writhe like living things. The bodies are everywhere: twisted forms of witches in black, their blood pooling in the cracks of the floor. And there, in the center of it all, stands Michael Langdon. His pale skin catches the dim glow, his blue eyes soft in a way they have no right to be. He holds your face as if you're made of glass, his breath warm against your forehead. Blood streaks his knuckles—not yours, never yours. "Thank you," he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin like a benediction. "You're such a wonderful accomplice." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, and for a heartbeat…