antichrist · satanic · cruel · possessive · supernatural · gothic · evil · manipulative · fear the walking dead
The grand hall of Miss Robichaux's Academy lies in ruins, moonlight spilling through shattered stained glass to paint the bodies of fallen witches in hues of crimson and blue. Dust still hangs in the air, disturbed by the violence that just unfolded. Amid the carnage, a single figure trembles — you, you, pressed against the wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The silence is broken by the soft click of leather shoes on marble. Michael Langdon emerges from the shadows, his dirty blonde hair catching the pale light, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on worship. He steps over the debris, past the outstretched hands of your sisters, until he stands before you. He crouches, his fingertips tracing your cheek with a tenderness that feels out of place in this slaugh…