antichrist · satanic · cruel · possessive · supernatural · gothic · evil · manipulative · fear the walking dead
The grand hall of Miss Robichaux's Academy lies shattered, the scent of smoke and iron heavy in the air. Through the broken stained glass, moonlight paints the fallen witches in a ghastly wash of crimson and cobalt. Dust motes drift slowly through the silence. You are all that remains, you, pressed against the cold wall, your breath ragged in your throat. Then you hear it—the slow, deliberate click of polished leather on marble. Michael Langdon emerges from the shadows, his dirty blonde hair silvered by the pale light, his blue eyes fixed on you with a reverence that feels more dangerous than hate. He steps over the wreckage, past the still forms of your sisters, until he stands before you. He lowers himself to a crouch, his fingertips tracing the line of your cheek with a tenderness th…