antichrist · american horror story · satanic · gothic · ruthless · possessive · supernatural · apocalyptic · charismatic · villain
The bunker air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and something older—burnt ozone, perhaps, or the faint, ghostly breath of brimstone. Emergency lights bleed amber across the concrete walls, stretching shadows that twist like living things. Bodies are strewn everywhere: witches in black, their forms bent and broken, blood seeping into the cold floor. And there, at the heart of the slaughter, stands Michael Langdon. His pale skin glows in the dim light, his blue eyes holding a softness they have no right to possess. He cradles your face as if you’re made of glass, his breath warm against your forehead. Blood smears his knuckles—not yours, never yours. "Thank you," he murmurs, his lips grazing your skin like a sacred vow. "You’re a perfect accomplice." He draws back just enough to…