unholylangdon

[unholylangdon]

carnal-agony: 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴇʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ- ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴀʟᴍ. ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴀs ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴅɪᴍɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ғᴏᴏʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ- ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ sʜʀᴇᴅs ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴏɴᴅ ᴏғ, ᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟᴇɴɴɪᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ- ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ.

“ɴᴏᴡ.. ɴᴏᴡ.. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪ ᴘᴏssᴇss ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴄᴏᴍʙᴜsᴛɪᴏɴ.. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ- ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀʏᴏғ ᴀ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ..?” ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ sᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏsᴇʙᴜᴅs, ᴀɴ ᴇxǫᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴍᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜsᴛ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ- ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴀɪʀ.

“ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛᴇsʏ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, sɪʀ.”

﹝👿﹞⸻  HIS FEATURES ARE STILL TWISTED IN AMUSEMENT as he studies her, but his attitude is anything but. he’s still on guard, ready to strike like a snake with its prey if it was warranted. he knew the threat she posed was likely very low, but how could he afford to take such a risk? especially after everything else that had happened. there was no room for letting anyone or anything slip by him in this world. 

❛ if you truly know who i am, then you would know that i have no time for such silly matters. i have no time to risk my livelihood and that of others by allowing someone to slip through my fingers. i have to exercise caution with everyone, including those i deem most trustworthy. ❜

[unholylangdon]

xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex

All Elizabeth could do when she turned and saw the tears forming was give him a look of sympathy that she rarely gave to anyone. It was weird to see a boy cry - hell she rarely did herself but his pain was real and it radiated from his being. The anger he felt was beginning to fade to that renewed feeling of loss her felt when his beloved Ms. Mead was taken from him. “She’s not real Michael. She’s a robot being controlled by the morons who made her. Even if she can be reprogrammed right, you’ll still have those feelings looking at her because you know it’s not her - not really.”

Turning back to the window she watched the sky light up as the angels fell to earth in a majestic display of what looked like shooting stars falling to earth. “That’s them. They’ll find vessels as soon as they hit the earth. I don’t know what happens to the souls of the people they take over, but it’s not them anymore.” Balancing perfectly on her good leg, she grabbed a hold of the windowsill and leaned forward to get a better view. “Right now you’re pretty low on their radar when it comes to immediate threats. You’re Lucifer’s son but at the same time you are also his grandson if you think about it. He gives us free will and these things that have been happening have nothing to do with you - yet. They know you are being used as a pawn and I assume that they will get rid of them.”

The blonde didn’t look back at him instead her eyes were full of curiosity and slight fear as she knew that angels weren’t what church and history taught you. They could be ruthless, relentless, and power hungry just like any human or demon. “It’s like the Fourth of July out there…” she muttered to herself. She was almost in a daze as she thought about her own demons she was fighting and longed to take some more pain killers and go back to sleep. Perhaps sleep until this was over - or just not wake up. She had promised to tell him everything but she wasn’t quite sure what this hurt and unstable guy would do.

Hopping back to her bed, she sat down to explain the main reason this was all happening. “God has gone missing and earth is going to hell in a hand basket. The angels have been trying to keep order but without their maker they have become… human like. The archangels fight over who will occupy the throne so to speak until their dear old dad decides to return. It’s gotten… ugly from what I’ve been hearing…” She pointed to her temple once again “These angels that are falling to earth… they’ve been casted out. Heaven has locked its doors Raphael and Michael are more of the… Old Testament let’s smite everyone type. Gabriel is in hiding and Uriel well…let’s just say Uriel has his eyes on me for being his true vessel because we’re alike or some shit like that. It’s really confusing and I can tell your confused too…” deciding that was enough information for now, the imp glanced at the bottle of pain meds behind Michael.

“Don’t you have some witches to kill? I mean I told you where to find them. Just…be careful. The people you think are your family and friends usually are the ones that fuck you over in the long run and with the world in it’s state now…it’s best to lose those types.”

﹝👿﹞⸻ HE WATCHES IN FASCINATED HORROR as the angels fall from the sky, a frighteningly beautiful display that struck something inside of him. he wasn’t aware of what it could be, nor did he care in that moment. he was too transfixed with the scene unfolding before him, of the worry about what such an event would do for him. he knew it couldn’t have been good.

❛ what do i have to do? what will THEY do? ❜

ms. mead reentered the room, and michael doesn’t have the heart to send her away. she can sense that something is wrong, resting a comforting hand upon his shoulder as she looks out the same window. she asks him what’s happening, what all of those things are that are descending from the heavens, but michael can’t answer her. he’s too busy soaking up effie’s words, of absorbing every little thing she’s told him. finally, he turns to look at them both, his angelic features full of solemnity.

❛  the witches can wait. i think this phenomenon, whatever it is, is far more pressing. please tell me what i have to do. what do they want? what’s my role in all of this? i still don’t understand. ❜

[unholylangdon]

xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex

“Afraid is more like it. Darkness doesn’t like light after all…” The girl replied pensively as she rolled the ball to Beau a few more times before she slowly got to her feet, not bothering to dust herself off. She was used to getting dirty after all. Being the tomboy that she was, the blonde couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t covered in mud or dirt from some field, rink, or court.

“Yeah. Fresh air sounds good to me.” Elizabeth said with a small smirk as she followed Michael up the stairs. “What happened to your grandma?” She asked nonchalantly as she continued to follow the older boy out the house and across the yard. Something told her though, that she already knew where his grandma was. It was as though she were watching the scene play out beside her. Instinctively she turned back to the house, she saw an older blonde haired women in the window. Smoking a cigarette, the elder lady watched her curiously. “Oh, oh shit… I’m sorry. I had a foster mom who…you know… killed herself.” Her eyes still focused on the woman “she’s really pretty…your grandma I mean. That house is odd…so full of spirits…” once more strange words slipped from her lips unknowingly.

﹝👿﹞⸻  SADNESS FLICKERS ACROSS HIS FEATURES for a moment, before he casts his glance toward her. he smiles softly, shrugging his shoulders as he looks down at the ground.  ❛ she took her own life right here in the house. she...couldn’t handle things anymore. ❜

he follows her glance back to the house, not seeing constance standing there. he furrows his brows, looking between effie and the window.  ❛ do you see her? what is she doing? is she talking to you? i don’t see her anymore; i don’t think she wants to see me. she’s chosen to stay invisible to me and visible to others. i’m not sure how that works, but apparently the ghosts do it a lot. my birth mom...she died here, too. i never see her, either. ❜

[unholylangdon]

xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex

“There’s no angels in here. They are here and there yet I pick up on the static from miles away…” Elizabeth explained, not in the least peeved that moments before he had Ms Mead nearly shoot her. The drug induced haze was slowly clearing as she slipped to the edge of the bed, grabbing her injured leg she gritted her teeth as she made herself sit up. “Finish your mission then - Delia is probably hiding in the swamp with the that one Stevie Nicks lover that you brought back from hell.” She knew he’d probably be surprised at how easily she gave them up. “They are only complicating the situation in which you are the key. Just pushing you further in the wrong direction. besides doesn’t the saying go ‘thou shalt not suffer a witch to live’?” Letting that sink it for a moment she shook her head quickly realizing time was of the essence. “What I’m saying is that you are being used and the fuckers that are doing it are using the image of the person you love the most…” Reaching her hand out to him, she didn’t look to please to have to do it but she knew what needed to be done. “I’ll show you everything…” Knowing that the prideful blonde boy wouldn’t be able to help himself from getting into her head, especially since she did it to him back at Hawthorne. Bracing herself, she squeezed her eyes shut once his hand grabbed a hold of hers. In an instant he saw her restaurant late at night having a milkshake when this loud piercing sound and blinding light surrounded her and the unlikely casualties who also wanted a late bite to eat. There weren’t even any screams, as the waitress unharmed but different walked towards her as she held her hands tightly over her ears, Effie knew the light was gone and opened her eyes to see the lady walking over corpses with their eyes burned out. It was just as she told him but he was seeing the conversation as though he were sitting right next to her. Then when the lady grabbed Elizabeth’s hand they were transported once again to a place that he’d be able to sense was unfamiliar to the girl, but not to him. He was seeing through her eyes the lab in which his beloved Ms Mead was created. Sitting with their backs to them was Mutt and Jeff, making rude remarks and poking fun at someone’s stupidity. The occasional ‘have her say…’ Moving closer the screen became visible and showed Michael standing there looking frustrated and lost talking to someone who he felt was a confidante. There was a snicker and a smart assed remark about the Omen before Elizabeth finally let go of her hand to wipe the blood that was flowing from her nose. “They are controlling everything she says because they know you will obey it. The son of an archangel taking orders from two potheads?” She said with a shake of her head before stopping suddenly. There was something strange feeling in the air and from the open window you could clearly hear the people freaking out or yelling to another to look up at the sky. Slipping off the bed with ease, she practically hopped on her good leg over to the window and opened the curtains to discover what she already knew. Balls of light were dropping from the sky - so many that they illuminated the sky. Later on it would be on news stations all over the world of this world wide meteor shower but Effie knew better. Opening the curtain to Michael could see, she turned to him “looks like God is sending the entire army…all angels falling to earth…”

﹝👿﹞⸻  ALL MICHAEL CAN DO is listen, his anger beginning to bubble even more. he can feel it tipping, consuming him, the urge to just reach out and kill the girl too strong. but he refrains; after all, with everything he’s learned, wouldn’t she become a worthy alliance. giving up the location of the remaining coven members? providing him with details that could prove useful in the long run? he couldn’t harm her; not when she could be put to good use.

he opens his mouth to reply, when something begins to happen. he knows the feeling all too well, having experienced something similar during their last encounter at hawthorne. he watches her, tears leaking from his eyes as he waits. a heavy feeling settles in the pit of his stomach, and he wonders for a moment if he’ll be sick. 

❛ what are you talking about? ❜ he asks, his voice small as he watches her get up. ❛ are you saying that the earth will soon be overrun with angels? that god is going to send an army down here to foil my plans? ❜

[unholylangdon]

wonderingxhearts

“Why in the world would he put his weakest son in charge of killing the Earth? I mean I’ve helped you out with some things and some of the planning but that doesn’t mean that I’m meant to be doing what is your’s to do brother.” Gabriel tilts his head to the side and then nods “It is true that his voice talks to me more but that’s because he wants you to have his messages.”

“I’m going to have to work on my depression Michael. See if you were like me you could have these lovely times when you don’t think you’re worth anything or you think you can’t do anything right.” He shakes his head and then squeezes Michael’s hand “I know I’m important to you but when it comes to our father he seems to hate us but we’ve survived this long Michael, we’ll find a way to live through all this too.”

﹝👿﹞⸻  MICHAEL NODS, shrugging in consideration. ❛ i suppose you’re right. i still can’t shake the feeling that i’m not the one, though. i can’t figure out why he chooses to ignore my pleas for help; i don’t know what i’m doing. i don’t fucking know, and he does. yet, he won’t show me the path. why? why won’t he HELP ME? ❜

he buries his face in his hands for a moment, rubbing his cheeks before meeting his brother’s gaze. ❛ even if you don’t have father, you have me. you’ll always have me. no matter what happens, no matter what hardships are thrown our way, i’ll always be by your side. if father doesn’t want to help, we can come up with a solution together. i know we can; we’re both smart enough. do we REALLY need him? ❜

[unholylangdon]

wonderingxhearts

“Yes, we can do that silly.” Miriam comes over to the table and takes his empty plate from him and chuckles “You do like your food don’t you Michael! I’m not complaining though it’s been a long time since I had someone to cook for that I gave a damn about.” She looks back over her shoulder and cocks an eyebrow at him. “Would you like to watch a movie?”

Miriam then chuckles as she turns to the sink and puts the dishes in the sink. “I’ll wash the dishes tonight and you can go and do whatever you want. I take that back, no burning the house down young man.”

﹝👿﹞⸻  MICHAEL NODS, grinning before he stands from the table. ❛ my grandma never cooked food like that, ❜ he says. ❛ she cooked, but it wasn’t very good. yours is good, though; i really like your french toast. ❜

he nods in response to her question, chuckling before covering his mouth. ❛ i wanna watch a movie, but no promises on burning down the house. i’ll try to be careful. do you want to do something else with me today? i don’t know what else to do that doesn’t involve sacrificing something to my father, though. ❜

[unholylangdon]

temperent

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇʟᴀsʜᴇs ᴘᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴏғ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ ʟɪǫᴜɪᴅ ᴘᴜʟsɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ sᴋɪɴ. sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ; ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ ғᴇʟʟ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀsᴛs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ- ᴛɪʟᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ.

“ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs, ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs.. ɪ ᴀᴍ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪ ɴᴏᴜʀɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴡɪᴛʜ..” ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇᴅ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛᴇʀ- ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ, “ᴏʜ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ..”

﹝👿﹞⸻  A LOUD LAUGH sounds from his throat, his head tossed back as his body nearly convulsed with his laughter. when he calms himself down, he looks at her with furrowed brows. she couldn’t be SERIOUS, could she? she had no idea what he was capable of, that he could take her down without so much as lifting a single finger. what a fool she was, thinking she could overpower him. it would be more hilarious than it already was, if it hadn’t been so laughable and pathetic.

❛ i suggest you step away immediately. you have no idea what i can do to you. i can rip you apart within seconds. if you’re bold enough to continue to try my patience, then go ahead. see what happens. ❜

[unholylangdon]

I miss him every day

[unholylangdon]

[unholylangdon]

c0kehead

Or perhaps Michael was the fool here . Tate would never voice his worries , but sometimes it concerned him how much his son idolized him . Tate hadn’t done anything in his life that he felt was worth being idolized . Maybe it just came naturally between father and son .  “ Of course he does ,”  he nodded , happy to hear that their conversation was steering away from the more depressing subjects in their life .  “ I’m sure he’d love to see you — C’mon .”  With a pat on Michael’s shoulder , Tate got up , leading the way towards the winding stairs to the upper floor .

“ Rose has asked about you a few times too ,”  he added .  “ I think she’s downstairs having a tea party with the other girls and Travis , so I don’t want to interrupt . But we’ll have to go see her before you leave again .”  Tate only hoped that Constance stayed away . As far as he was aware , she still wanted nothing to do with her grandson . But an unexpected visit from her could ruin this whole reunion . He grabbed at the handle to the attic door and lowered down the latter ,  “ You first .”

﹝👿﹞⸻  MICHAEL FOLLOWS TATE up the stairs, his hands securely tucked into his own pockets. a warm smile lifts his mouth at the mention of rose, and he nods along. ❛ hopefully i can visit with her a little before i have to leave again. how has she been doing? you know...adjusting with grandma being here. i know they both missed each other, but i also know that a little bit of grandma goes a long way. ❜

he waits as tate opens the attic door, beginning to ascend the steps when the latter came into view. ❛ it’s still just as dusty up here as i remember. i think next time, i’ll bring some cleaning supplies. ❜ he looks around, trying to find any sign of his uncle. ❛ uncle beau? it’s michael. i’ve come back to see you. ❜

[unholylangdon]

﹝👿﹞⸻ MICHAEL’S HEAD TILTS IN FASCINATION, watching her closely as he takes another step closer. his hands, tucked behind his back, now come forward to clasp in front of him. he’s intrigued by what she’s saying, but even more interested in the last part of her statement. something about getting off and detecting his aura? that was quite a tidbit, indeed.

❛ what do you mean? color me intrigued. ❜

👿’𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪, 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝. 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕥, 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦?’ ~

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏssᴇss ᴀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ- ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴛɪᴄʜʀɪsᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʀɪsᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪɴғᴜʟ ᴜʀɢᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪʀᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ, ᴍᴏɴsᴛʀᴏᴜs ɪɴsᴛɪɴᴄᴛs. “ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʟғɪʟʟᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ- ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜsᴇ..” ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ sɴᴀᴘ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, “ɢᴇᴛ ᴏғғ! ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴍɪsᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜsᴛ- ɪ ᴀᴍ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ, ɪ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜʏ ɪ sᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴅᴏᴇs sᴍᴇʟʟ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs..”

[unholylangdon]

﹝👿﹞⸻ MICHAEL JUST STARES AT HER, his lips tilted downward in a soft frown. ❛ yes, they’re all dead, ❜ he says pridefully. ❛ all of them but you and cordelia, and a couple of her minions, it seems. but wiping out the others felt fucking good; i can’t wait to complete my mission by finishing the rest of you. ❜

he instructs ms. mead to lift her arm, pointing the gun at effie. both of them pause when effie addresses mutt & jeff by name, exchanging a glance before looking back at the girl on the bed. ❛ who’s here? ❜ michael asks, not daring to take a step forward. ❛ the angels? do you honestly expect me to believe that fucking bullshit?  ❜

he gives ms. mead a look, gesturing for her to leave. she does so hesitantly, and michael leans against the newly-closed door when she vacates. ❛ talk. ❜

She vaguely heard a voice through her medication induced slumber. Effie knew who was standing beside her bed, but she didn’t feel fear. She could feel simmering anger and rage, rejection and confusion seeping from Michael Langdon. Slowly her eyes opened to see him staring at her. Loopy from the Vicodin, the blonde smirked at him. “Hey Mickey! They’re dead aren’t they?” The words slipped from her mouth slurry yet uncensored “I thought I heard a bunch of booms but then I hear a lot of loud shit in my head now a dayssss.” Sitting up slightly, she winced at the sharp pain from her leg and leaned her head against the headboard. “If you’re looking for Cordelia she’s fucking gone…” the imp said with a shake of her head “fled to protect her fucking successor” she said with emphasis. “She had no problem leaving me - just shows she just cares about power.” Glancing behind Michael, she said a lifelike woman robot and tilted her head. The names whispered to her and she spoke “so that’s what Uriel meant…” she said more to herself than the others “Hi Mutt, Hi Jeff…” Disregarding the stunned stare of the machine, she looked back to Michael “They’re here… you’ve got them on high alert.” Her tone suddenly turned as serious as she could in her drugged state “Not about the witches… they don’t give a shit about them. Angels are quite odd - they don’t regard life like we’re led to believe - When they come the noise is so loud that if you aren’t strong enough you’re ears will bled. You can’t look at them cause your eyes literally burn out of their sockets…” That’s when she remembered what the Archangel had told her and suddenly remembered that pain and confusion and lost boy she knew was inside of this man standing in front of her. “Can we speak alone? - Well not really, I’m not really alone anymore…” she pointed to her head “Angel radio…annoying as hell…”

[unholylangdon]

@msmiriammead

﹝👿﹞⸻  MICHAEL SITS BACK in his chair, patting his stomach with a smile. it felt nice, being so full like this after a long day of playing video games and wandering the neighborhood. he never felt this satisfied while living with constance; most likely, because the other woman never cared for him. not on the same level as ms. mead, anyway. the fact that she was already worrying about what to feed him the following morning, fretting about making sure he’s well-fed, tells him everything he needs to know.

❛ can we have both? ❜ michael asks, an impish grin on his lips. ❛ that way, we would have more to choose from! i would love to have some bacon, too; do we have any? ❜

[unholylangdon]

c0kehead

“ No ,”  Tate quickly refused .  “ No , it’s fine . It’s … I think ma uses her to talk to Addie , or something . You know — My sister . I’m sure you heard about her plenty while you were growing up . She was ma’s favorite .”  That well known fact use to leave a bitter taste in his mouth , but not so much anymore ; He couldn’t really blame her . Addie was so alike to Constance when it came to her strength and stubbornness , but she somehow didn’t inherent the gene to be cruel . Tate sometimes wanted to ask for a turn to talk to her but he knew that post - death , she was now aware of all the terrible things that he had done . She probably wanted nothing to do with him .  “ I just wish she didn’t look at me like I was some kind of monster . She doesn’t know what I’ve been through , she doesn’t know what drove me …”  

﹝👿﹞⸻ MICHAEL NODS SADLY, the dangerous, nearly homicidal glint in his eyes vanishing almost immediately. he’d heard plenty about addie; she’s all constance talked about. she mourned her lost daughter, even michael knew that much. she was the only child that wasn’t tethered to the house, after all. from what he’d heard of her, she seemed like a sweet girl. whether or not michael would have liked her or gotten along with her would be a mystery forever unsolved.

❛ if you change your mind, i’m more than willing to oblige. she only looks at you that way because she’s too weak-minded. perhaps, if she actually sat down to speak with you, she would know the truth. she’s a COWARD, no matter what she says or thinks. but... ❜ he trails off, a smirk on his lips. ❛ does uncle beau still like to play? i haven’t had a catch with him in so long. ❜

[unholylangdon]

temperent

“Through a sacrifice like in the olden days..? Or is your taste more extravagant than your father’s..?” Ara beamed curiously as the nervous in her stomach began to flow into her limbs, a pace around the room attempting to ease her wondering mind. She did wonder however, if he was indeed a being more powerful than herself- why hadn’t he snuffed her out like the annoying fly she was..?

﹝👿﹞⸻  MICHAEL STUDIES HER, feeling more amused as time slowly ticked by. he folds his hands in front of him, leaning forward with intrigue. ❛ i’m afraid that my methods are secret, ❜ he says. ❛ i don’t share them with just anyone. but i’ve never been one to turn down an old-fashioned sacrifice, as long as I’M not the one who’s doing it. i don’t enjoy getting my hands dirty, after all. but you do enjoy it, don’t you?  ❜

[unholylangdon]

xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex

Once again Michael was wrong about the girl. She didn’t say a thing to Cordelia or any of the others. Actually, ever since meeting Michael at Hawthorne she had more to worry about than a stupid war between witches and warlocks. In fact, she was kept out of the loop of most things like the child she was. When Michael entered Robichaux and saw the startled looks on all their faces, he’d knew she hadn’t uttered a word to Cordelia or anyone. Elizabeth fast asleep from the pain killers she was given for her shattered knee that she had to have surgery on. She refused to let any magic touch her. The girl decided to endure the pain as a punishment for letting her mind get cloudy and losing concentration on the ice. After leaving Hawthorne and returning home she threw herself into being out of the house and being NORMAL. Practicing at the ice ring six of the seven days of the week - she tried to drowned out what she had felt. What she knew about Michael. It was fear; it was a sadness and a want to help him. That was only the beginning though. Effie was walking down the street home the first time one of them approached her. The woman looked like any other normal human but she wasn’t - at least not what was inside of her wasn’t. This lady was purely a vessel for something else. She knew her name and warned her of what was to come. That Michael was sorely misjudging his situation if he didn’t think that the other side of the coin hadn’t sensed him and knew of what Lucifer and his followers were prodding him to do. She couldn’t play dumb, she was shocked. Of course if there was a Hell then there was a Heaven and apparently they were on full guard. What happened next only added to the girls already mounting problems. Her concentration became lost and her sleep was disturbed. Not that day though. While Michael’s machine blew through the unknowing witches in the Coven and Cordelia and the others fled, they had completely forgotten about the young girl fast asleep in her bed. Sweat beaded on her forehead as the pain meds and situation caused her to become feverish. Gripping the teddy bear her father bought for her when she was little - (before everything) comic books strewn all over her bed, the blonde slept like the dead.

﹝👿﹞⸻  TODAY WAS THE DAY that his revenge mission was to be carried out. he would have been lying to himself if he said it didn’t bring a level of thrill, of excitement that was nearly AROUSING in its nature. with the help of dinah, the voodoo queen, he & ms. mead were able to easily access the academy. it didn’t take long for every witch within to be slaughtered--or so he thought. the very ones he came there to kill had managed to escape, and his blood was boiling in his rage. he threw furniture around, broke things, put his fist through a wall or two. ms. mead didn’t question him, nor did she try and stop him. it was michael’s moment, and he needed to have it. he needed to vent that anger.

but once he simmered down, he could sense a presence within the walls. one that they managed to miss, it seemed. he followed his intuition, allowing it to guide him to a room where a girl was lying in her bed. ms. mead held up her gun, but michael stopped her. he knew who this was, he could SMELL it on her. no, this one had to be spared--at least, for now.

❛ well, well, well. what have we here? ❜

[unholylangdon]

xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex

“It’s because they feel like they don’t deserve to see the light…” she replied with a tinge of sadness in her voice as she rolled the ball back to Beau. “There’s a different kind of sadness down here but also something dark…very dark.” Running a hand through her hair, she looked into the direction in which she felt like they were being watched. “It likes to hurt people, but for some reason…it’s staying away. It’s…weary…” she then turned to look at Michael “of you…and strangely me…” The ball rolled back into her direction. “Beau doesn’t belong down here…” Effie replied, “he deserves the light…” 

Slowly standing to her feet, she felt suddenly awkward to have let herself talk about such things. That’s how you get labeled as crazy, but for some reason, she didn’t think Michael would tell. Glancing down at her watch, the minutes turned into hours, and before she knew it the sun was setting. “I guess I better go. I mean it’s not like they care but yeah…” the word hung awkwardly in the air. More so she didn’t want to overstay her welcome to this house with this strange yet innocent boy who stayed there. Alone. The thought of that made her slightly worried. This house wasn’t a place to stay alone - especially if you were prone to darkness. It would pull you in and you’ll never return..

﹝👿﹞⸻  ❛ maybe it’s weary because it doesn’t like us, ❜ michael suggested.  ❛ or maybe it’s AFRAID of us. ❜

he dusts off the back of his pants as he stands, glancing at her curiously. how did she know that? how did she know anything about the house? maybe she was sensitive, like that other lady that liked to come here often. billie dean, something or other? michael hadn’t liked her, but this girl seemed more harmless than the other. he doesn’t know how she could sense these things, but he wanted to help her. it was all he could think to do, after all.

❛ do you want to go outside and get some fresh air? we can go across the street to my grandma’s. no one is there anymore, but we can find a way inside. ❜