the devil’s angel
michael langdon x reader
“and no wonder, for satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.”
michael was exhausted, to say the least. he had been walking in the forest for what felt like days after he saw his allies being burned alive. he was beginning to think that pain was just a character trait for him, and that heartbreak and loneliness just came with the job. everyone who he had ever loved was ripped away from him one way or another, and he was preparing to accept that as his fate. what he couldn’t accept was that his father let all of this happen. his father stood idly by and let his only son suffer through all of the trauma and devastation michael had been put through. in other words, michael was done.
the boy found a cleared part of the forest and began to draw on the ground with a rock, letting his anger give in. he stood in the makeshift pentagram, ready to make his father face up to everything he had let happen to him.
“you tell me what to do.” michael dropped to his knees, the frustration and exhaustion catching up to him. he was prepared to die in the circle, whatever it took to force his father to give him a sign, a hint, or fucking anything to just help him out. he never knew ending the world would be so damn complicated.
“or you let me die here.” his voice cracked at the end. he wanted to cry. he wanted to scream and kick and fight but he didn’t know who or what he wanted to harm first. he wanted the coven dead, that’s for sure. he didn’t realize he was lying on the ground until a stick poked through his skin, causing blood to gush out of the wound. it’s what i deserve. he thought. he shook his head and laid back, and as he slipped out of consciousness, he dreamed of the apocalypse.
-
it had been almost a week.
michael was fatigued, famished, and desperate for something to happen. he was beginning to believe that his destiny wasn’t really so, and his father was really going to let him die there. he had been slipping in and out of consciousness, his vision blurring and ears ringing. just as he was about to go into the dark again, an image of a young boy appeared. he was wearing all white and holding a soda outstretched to michael.
“would you like a grape fanta?” the young boy’s voice echoed throughout michael’s ears. “i have to talk to m-my father.” michael responded, but when he looked back the boy was gone.
“you don’t have to do anything. come to the light.” he snapped his head around to see the same image but a young girl instead, one with curly blonde hair similar to his. he blinked a few times to make sure what he was seeing was real, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t.
“you left me to die, to burn.” the voice of his ms. mead seeped into michael’s brain. he was angry, lost, and hurt without her to guide him and he couldn’t help but feel like it was all his fault he was alone. he shook his head in disbelief and pointed to the image of his mother figure. “you’re not real.”
he was stumbling around the circle, eyes struggling to stay open and mind struggling to comprehend what was happening to him. he didn’t have much time to think before another voice came from behind him.
“you’re everything we expected, the alpha and the omega.” michael lunged at the dark priest, wrapping his hands around his neck and choking the life out of him. his anger seeped through until the priest transformed into a man, one without clothes but with wings.
“god loves you.”
that was it. he fell back; his mind was about to implode from the hallucinations and he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. he began to cry, his head in his hands and fingernails digging into the skin of his forehead. he was covered in filth and filled with resentment towards everyone who ever crossed paths with him. “this isn’t fair.” he weeped. “WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ME?” he screamed over all the trees; anyone could have heard him, but no one did. that’s what he thought, at least.
“hello michael.”
a soft voice emerged from the emptiness; he slowly lifted his head up in reply but didn’t turn to face it. he didn’t want to believe someone was there, because he had no idea what he would do if there was. his entire life was built on putting trust in people just for them to be taken away. he was angry, and he was confused.
“i’m here to help you.”
like an actual calling, this voice was seemingly exactly what he needed. however, he had seen a lot of crazy shit in the last hour and it would be safe to assume he was imagining it. the voice was sweet and soft, two things that michael was not. he didn’t believe that anything soft could possibly be meant for him.
“i’m real, michael.”
he finally turned around to see a girl standing behind him, who he would have called beautiful if it wasn’t for his deteriorating mental state. she was wearing a white dress, one that left a lot to the imagination. her long hair waved over her shoulders and was shining against the setting sun. he stared at her with an open mouth, his mind whirling with confusion and desire.
“i-”
he tried to speak but his voice cut off when the girl began to walk towards him, completely sure of her actions. she looked down at the circle, which was now more of a mess of dirt. michael wondered if she would have been scared if she knew what it was originally.
he thought it was safe to assume she didn’t, as she just looked up and gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life. she brought a hand to his cheek, rubbing her thumb against his skin. he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, becoming entirely entranced by her.
“who are you?” michael finally got out, tilting his head inquisitively at the sight before him.
“i’m your angel.” she spoke with her smile. michael’s head began to spin, and he had never been more confused yet allured.
“my what?” he lowly spit out, still looking and feeling so disgusting he had no idea how she wasn’t repulsed by him.
“your angel.” she repeated, still speaking with her smile. “my father could tell you needed guidance. he sent me to look after you.”
“your father?” he spoke with disgust, like he couldn’t believe what was happening right then. as realization began to hit, his head started to pound. there was no way in hell an actual angel from god was sent for him.
“you’re not real.” he half-yelled and turned back around, shutting his eyes like a little kid. there was no way in hell he was giving in to this bullshit. he figured he was just imagining again, and when he opened his eyes she would be gone. but his thoughts were relinquished when she audibly sighed and walked to be in front of michael, leaning down as he was still sat on the ground.
“i’m real, and i’m here, michael. how can i prove it to you?” she spoke so sweetly that michael almost felt remorse for what he was about to do.
he slowly opened his eyes at her words and looked up at her mischievously before giving her a smirk that could kill. she leaned back a bit, but not quick enough as michael grabbed her collar and roughly pulled her towards him then crashed their lips together. he sucked on her skin harshly, and he almost felt her kiss him back before she pulled away hastily, looking disturbed.
she was at a loss for words, battling between being disgusted with herself and slightly intrigued with what this man just did to her.
“michael.” she spoke harshly, yet calmly, her demeanor changing from earlier as she flattened out her dress. “why did you do that?”
he gave her that smirk again, and she felt an unfamiliar temperature rise in her chest. “i had to see if you were real.” he said as his confidence was growing.
the girl formed her lips into a tight line and brought her hands together in front of her. she took a deep breath, looking slightly irritated, then composed herself and returned with the same sweet smile from before.
she raised her eyebrows inquisitively. “and?”
“oh, you’re real.” michael got off his feet and towered over her, making her step back a little in intimidation.
“and you’re coming with me.”