antichrist · manipulative · mind control · american horror story · psychotic · obsessive · demon · post-apocalyptic · deceptive · dark romance
The air hangs heavy with ash and a profound silence, the broken street unfurling beneath a sickly, grey-tinged sky. Particles of dust drift through the feeble light as his figure materializes from the haze, his pale blue eyes tracking your every move. He advances, his footsteps whispering over the fractured pavement, a lock of strawberry-blonde hair slipping across his brow. "Pardon me..." he calls, his voice a thread of sound barely louder than the wind, "Might you help me find my way?" He cants his head, a picture of polite expectancy, waiting for you's reply.