colddarkremains

[colddarkremains]

“You seem a god along humans now.” I could feel his power radiating off his body, my own curiosities eating away at me as I stepped closer. Though I was tense, as he was something new now, I had waited for the time he came full circle.

“Parts of it. I loved Ben…more than anything. Everything in Boston was so worth it. Every moment…until Viven found out.” I sighed, growling to myself as I crossed my arms. “But it’s because of Ben I’m dead. Buried under that stupid gazebo like I mean /nothing/.” After all this time I still couldn’t be move he didn’t have more respect for my body than that! “I regret dying and being stuck in this damn house more than anything. Nothing else.”

Necessary Evil

-Strip off the weight of morality and check it at the door I’ll show you the worst in me, what I’ve become 

Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything 

Now crawl to my boots and lick, kneel before me - 

 Starter for @ShadesOfImpulse #AHS #MurderHouse

Even when @shadesofimpulse​ was living next door with Constance, I watched him from the house, curious as to what he would become. I could feel the difference in the atmosphere here, a lessening of evil somehow with him gone but the house wasn’t done with him. Not yet. I watched as Constance planted flowers over the graves of those he killed over the years, such a small child with evil in his veins. With no living beings in the house or coming by, it had grown increasingly boring for me, so I didn’t have much else to do but watch the world outside and wait for it to burn. After everything that had happened to me in life and death, I no longer gave a shit about anyone but myself. Anyone I’d relied on or loved never returned the favor anyway. Not Ben, not my family. I was alone in the afterlife, trapped in the god forsaken home filled with evil. Being dead sucked and everyone in the house was boring. Torturing dead souls only kept me entertained for so long. 

Constance came and went from the house, spending her time among Michael and the living and then the dead members of her family. Though no one really wanted her here. Her spawn was bad enough. Still, it wasn’t a surprise when she ended her life here, as she always claimed the house as her own. Damn it, we’d never escape the drama of the Langdon household. Selfish as always though, that was Constance’s way. He ruined her life, she claimed. He had stressed her worse than her own children had, but she didn’t see the joy in what Michael would bring. She had been the one insistent on raising him and she’d done quite the bang up job. I would have raised him better. I could have given him the love that he deserved, guided him in the ways he needed to succeed but by the time he returned to the house for good, he was a child living in a man’s body. I wasn’t sure what to do with that. 

So, I watched him from the shadows, seeing the grief and confusion plastered all over his face. He was destined to burn down the world from what the prophecies foretold, to bring in the end of the  time, but he still seemed to hold onto some humanness inside of him, the innocence he could lean on. He was pitiful, in need of family, and there was no family to be seen. Constance killed herself because of him. Vivian stayed away from him. Tate rejected him. Ben became fearful of him. He truly did bring death and destruction wherever he went, even in his attempt to remain pure. I could understand that, being left alone by those who attention and love you so longed for. I felt that deep in my heart and I found myself aching to make it better for the poor child. I was ready for the day to come when he was so much more and lived up to the reputation that had been paved for him for so long. 

That came in the form of four individuals cloaked in red and black, offering themselves to bring on the real darkness of Michael in order to pave the way for the intentions of their dark lord Satan. Little did they know performing the ritual in the Murder House itself where evil was born would do more than they ever could know. The poor girl they strapped down didn’t even know  what was happening when she was sacrificed, cut open for Michael to consume her heart. A tribute to him and his darkness, filling him up with the real evil that awaited him. I watched in awe from the doorway, not letting any of them see me. The form of dark wings, of  Satan himself appearing as a shadow on the wall behind Michael was a view I had never anticipated. My dark heart fluttered with excitement at things to come. Things that would make the house and my existence much less boring. I would make damn sure of that. Michael was a pawn in the long held war between good and evil, one who would bring the end of time, and I was going to make myself included in it whether or not I was invited.

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My dead pulse raced as he called me out, knowing and certain. I should have been afraid of him, but I knew him, knew the pain he had suffered for so long at the hands of his family. Even if he was grown now, filled with darkness, he was still in some way the Michael I had watched for so long. “I’ve been around, watching. I feel as if I know you. You’ve grown up closely to this place.” I had noticed no one else around, everyone afraid of him even before now and certainly they wouldn’t come around with him like this. 

“The house...does things to people. And those worshipers of yours, well, seems like they knew exactly how to tap into that part of you that was connected here. I don’t think there’s any going back.” I shook my head, agreeing with him as I took another step closer and looked him over. He still looked the same /in theory/ but so different. More confident, strong, radiating a phenomenal energy I’d never felt before. “Only...forward.” 

Necessary Evil

-Strip off the weight of morality and check it at the door I’ll show you the worst in me, what I’ve become 

Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything 

Now crawl to my boots and lick, kneel before me - 

 Starter for @ShadesOfImpulse #AHS #MurderHouse

Even when @shadesofimpulse​ was living next door with Constance, I watched him from the house, curious as to what he would become. I could feel the difference in the atmosphere here, a lessening of evil somehow with him gone but the house wasn’t done with him. Not yet. I watched as Constance planted flowers over the graves of those he killed over the years, such a small child with evil in his veins. With no living beings in the house or coming by, it had grown increasingly boring for me, so I didn’t have much else to do but watch the world outside and wait for it to burn. After everything that had happened to me in life and death, I no longer gave a shit about anyone but myself. Anyone I’d relied on or loved never returned the favor anyway. Not Ben, not my family. I was alone in the afterlife, trapped in the god forsaken home filled with evil. Being dead sucked and everyone in the house was boring. Torturing dead souls only kept me entertained for so long. 

Constance came and went from the house, spending her time among Michael and the living and then the dead members of her family. Though no one really wanted her here. Her spawn was bad enough. Still, it wasn’t a surprise when she ended her life here, as she always claimed the house as her own. Damn it, we’d never escape the drama of the Langdon household. Selfish as always though, that was Constance’s way. He ruined her life, she claimed. He had stressed her worse than her own children had, but she didn’t see the joy in what Michael would bring. She had been the one insistent on raising him and she’d done quite the bang up job. I would have raised him better. I could have given him the love that he deserved, guided him in the ways he needed to succeed but by the time he returned to the house for good, he was a child living in a man’s body. I wasn’t sure what to do with that. 

So, I watched him from the shadows, seeing the grief and confusion plastered all over his face. He was destined to burn down the world from what the prophecies foretold, to bring in the end of the  time, but he still seemed to hold onto some humanness inside of him, the innocence he could lean on. He was pitiful, in need of family, and there was no family to be seen. Constance killed herself because of him. Vivian stayed away from him. Tate rejected him. Ben became fearful of him. He truly did bring death and destruction wherever he went, even in his attempt to remain pure. I could understand that, being left alone by those who attention and love you so longed for. I felt that deep in my heart and I found myself aching to make it better for the poor child. I was ready for the day to come when he was so much more and lived up to the reputation that had been paved for him for so long. 

That came in the form of four individuals cloaked in red and black, offering themselves to bring on the real darkness of Michael in order to pave the way for the intentions of their dark lord Satan. Little did they know performing the ritual in the Murder House itself where evil was born would do more than they ever could know. The poor girl they strapped down didn’t even know  what was happening when she was sacrificed, cut open for Michael to consume her heart. A tribute to him and his darkness, filling him up with the real evil that awaited him. I watched in awe from the doorway, not letting any of them see me. The form of dark wings, of  Satan himself appearing as a shadow on the wall behind Michael was a view I had never anticipated. My dark heart fluttered with excitement at things to come. Things that would make the house and my existence much less boring. I would make damn sure of that. Michael was a pawn in the long held war between good and evil, one who would bring the end of time, and I was going to make myself included in it whether or not I was invited.

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He had sensed me.../damn/ he was even more powerful than I ever could have imagined. Chewing on my lip excitedly, I tried to hold back. I had wanted to go to him for so long now, to see who he was but I had no idea what to do with a man child. The voice he had now? It was commanding, confident, sexy. He was all man, all that everyone warned about and I couldn’t help but be drawn to that. Only one question lingered...was he truly the antichrist?

I made myself visible and stepped out into the open where he was, away from the darkness as I regarded him with a smile. “Looks like the child of the house has grown up? How’s it feel?” Tilting my head curiously, I left some space between us, not wanting to step on his toes in any way. 

Necessary Evil

-Strip off the weight of morality and check it at the door I’ll show you the worst in me, what I’ve become 

Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything 

Now crawl to my boots and lick, kneel before me - 

 Starter for @ShadesOfImpulse #AHS #MurderHouse

Even when @shadesofimpulse​ was living next door with Constance, I watched him from the house, curious as to what he would become. I could feel the difference in the atmosphere here, a lessening of evil somehow with him gone but the house wasn’t done with him. Not yet. I watched as Constance planted flowers over the graves of those he killed over the years, such a small child with evil in his veins. With no living beings in the house or coming by, it had grown increasingly boring for me, so I didn’t have much else to do but watch the world outside and wait for it to burn. After everything that had happened to me in life and death, I no longer gave a shit about anyone but myself. Anyone I’d relied on or loved never returned the favor anyway. Not Ben, not my family. I was alone in the afterlife, trapped in the god forsaken home filled with evil. Being dead sucked and everyone in the house was boring. Torturing dead souls only kept me entertained for so long. 

Constance came and went from the house, spending her time among Michael and the living and then the dead members of her family. Though no one really wanted her here. Her spawn was bad enough. Still, it wasn’t a surprise when she ended her life here, as she always claimed the house as her own. Damn it, we’d never escape the drama of the Langdon household. Selfish as always though, that was Constance’s way. He ruined her life, she claimed. He had stressed her worse than her own children had, but she didn’t see the joy in what Michael would bring. She had been the one insistent on raising him and she’d done quite the bang up job. I would have raised him better. I could have given him the love that he deserved, guided him in the ways he needed to succeed but by the time he returned to the house for good, he was a child living in a man’s body. I wasn’t sure what to do with that. 

So, I watched him from the shadows, seeing the grief and confusion plastered all over his face. He was destined to burn down the world from what the prophecies foretold, to bring in the end of the  time, but he still seemed to hold onto some humanness inside of him, the innocence he could lean on. He was pitiful, in need of family, and there was no family to be seen. Constance killed herself because of him. Vivian stayed away from him. Tate rejected him. Ben became fearful of him. He truly did bring death and destruction wherever he went, even in his attempt to remain pure. I could understand that, being left alone by those who attention and love you so longed for. I felt that deep in my heart and I found myself aching to make it better for the poor child. I was ready for the day to come when he was so much more and lived up to the reputation that had been paved for him for so long. 

That came in the form of four individuals cloaked in red and black, offering themselves to bring on the real darkness of Michael in order to pave the way for the intentions of their dark lord Satan. Little did they know performing the ritual in the Murder House itself where evil was born would do more than they ever could know. The poor girl they strapped down didn’t even know  what was happening when she was sacrificed, cut open for Michael to consume her heart. A tribute to him and his darkness, filling him up with the real evil that awaited him. I watched in awe from the doorway, not letting any of them see me. The form of dark wings, of  Satan himself appearing as a shadow on the wall behind Michael was a view I had never anticipated. My dark heart fluttered with excitement at things to come. Things that would make the house and my existence much less boring. I would make damn sure of that. Michael was a pawn in the long held war between good and evil, one who would bring the end of time, and I was going to make myself included in it whether or not I was invited.

[colddarkremains]

Necessary Evil

-Strip off the weight of morality and check it at the door I'll show you the worst in me, what I've become 

Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything 

Now crawl to my boots and lick, kneel before me - 

 Starter for @ShadesOfImpulse #AHS #MurderHouse

Even when @shadesofimpulse​ was living next door with Constance, I watched him from the house, curious as to what he would become. I could feel the difference in the atmosphere here, a lessening of evil somehow with him gone but the house wasn’t done with him. Not yet. I watched as Constance planted flowers over the graves of those he killed over the years, such a small child with evil in his veins. With no living beings in the house or coming by, it had grown increasingly boring for me, so I didn’t have much else to do but watch the world outside and wait for it to burn. After everything that had happened to me in life and death, I no longer gave a shit about anyone but myself. Anyone I'd relied on or loved never returned the favor anyway. Not Ben, not my family. I was alone in the afterlife, trapped in the god forsaken home filled with evil. Being dead sucked and everyone in the house was boring. Torturing dead souls only kept me entertained for so long. 

Constance came and went from the house, spending her time among Michael and the living and then the dead members of her family. Though no one really wanted her here. Her spawn was bad enough. Still, it wasn’t a surprise when she ended her life here, as she always claimed the house as her own. Damn it, we’d never escape the drama of the Langdon household. Selfish as always though, that was Constance’s way. He ruined her life, she claimed. He had stressed her worse than her own children had, but she didn’t see the joy in what Michael would bring. She had been the one insistent on raising him and she’d done quite the bang up job. I would have raised him better. I could have given him the love that he deserved, guided him in the ways he needed to succeed but by the time he returned to the house for good, he was a child living in a man’s body. I wasn’t sure what to do with that. 

So, I watched him from the shadows, seeing the grief and confusion plastered all over his face. He was destined to burn down the world from what the prophecies foretold, to bring in the end of the  time, but he still seemed to hold onto some humanness inside of him, the innocence he could lean on. He was pitiful, in need of family, and there was no family to be seen. Constance killed herself because of him. Vivian stayed away from him. Tate rejected him. Ben became fearful of him. He truly did bring death and destruction wherever he went, even in his attempt to remain pure. I could understand that, being left alone by those who attention and love you so longed for. I felt that deep in my heart and I found myself aching to make it better for the poor child. I was ready for the day to come when he was so much more and lived up to the reputation that had been paved for him for so long. 

That came in the form of four individuals cloaked in red and black, offering themselves to bring on the real darkness of Michael in order to pave the way for the intentions of their dark lord Satan. Little did they know performing the ritual in the Murder House itself where evil was born would do more than they ever could know. The poor girl they strapped down didn’t even know  what was happening when she was sacrificed, cut open for Michael to consume her heart. A tribute to him and his darkness, filling him up with the real evil that awaited him. I watched in awe from the doorway, not letting any of them see me. The form of dark wings, of  Satan himself appearing as a shadow on the wall behind Michael was a view I had never anticipated. My dark heart fluttered with excitement at things to come. Things that would make the house and my existence much less boring. I would make damn sure of that. Michael was a pawn in the long held war between good and evil, one who would bring the end of time, and I was going to make myself included in it whether or not I was invited.

[colddarkremains]

Based on AHS: canon portrayal of Michael Langdon. Triggers ahead. Crossovers welcome. 21+ Planned storyline and ship with @colddarkremains.

“True darkness requires a certain depth of character. You're much too shallow for any kind of meaningful negativity.”

• Writer of @divinekindred writing group

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|| Hayden McClaine

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