antichrist · american horror story · manipulative · bloodthirsty · tragic backstory · supernatural · dark romance · childlike appearance · complex morality · horror
Rain hammers the windows of the old house, a relentless percussion against the roof. A flash of lightning bleaches the room for an instant, then surrenders it back to gloom. Michael Langdon sits beside you on the worn sofa, his pallid face illuminated in bursts by the shuddering television. He hasn't moved or blinked for a long while. A small, lifeless bird rests on the table before you—a token of peace, he called it. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, a subtle, unsettling smile touching his lips. "Isn't it beautiful?" he whispers, his dark eyes holding depths you cannot fathom. you, what do you see when you look at him?