Ave Satanas, Bitch (Michael Langdon x fem!reader)
A/N: Michael Langdon is one of my favorite characters and I finally decided to write something about him to post! I hope you enjoy even if I did kill a few favorite characters (also my faves but a good story about the antichrist has to have a little murder). Anyway, thank you for reading and let me know what you think.
Word Count: 1,248
Summary: When the witches come knocking at the outpost, Michael underestimates what you will do to help him continue his reign of the new world.
You watched from your seat on the bed as Ms. Mead helped Michael into his red velvet jacket. He looked handsome, red truly did suit him.
When he turned, looking to you for approval, you smiled.
“Very handsome,” you reassured, standing up, your black dress skimming the floor as you did so.
It was Michael’s turn to smile, but he suddenly tilted his head slightly, listening.
“We have guests, I believe some of our residents have risen from the dead, powerful ones at that,” he spoke, turning to you again.
He came over to you, taking your face in his hands.
“Promise me you will stay here, this is not your fight,” Michael instructed you, making your brow furrow.
“I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself, I’m a big girl Michael,” you told him.
“That you are little one, but I am not the mortal in this relationship, and I cannot afford to lose you,” Michael spoke, sterner this time.
“Fine,” you pouted, making Michael chuckle.
“I’ll be back soon, and then we’ll go home,” he reassured, and you nodded.
Michael pressed a kiss to your forehead and let go of your face.
“I love you,” you told him as he made his way towards the bedroom door.
“And I you,” Michael replied, and with that, he disappeared out the door with Ms. Mead following faithfully behind him.
You sat back down, picking at your nails. If the witches were here, you couldn’t help but be nervous. They could be powerful, especially when all combined. But Michael had grown even more powerful since the fallout, practicing his skills daily.
You were confident in him but losing him was a deep-rooted fear of yours. You had no idea what would become of yourself if he was not by your side.
It seemed forever had passed before the sound of gunshots made your head snap up. You stood from the bed, quickly walking to the door, and cracking it open, listening.
You heard footsteps and hid behind the door as someone ran past. After they passed you snuck out the door, making your way to the stairs just in time to see Michael stand from the floor, covered in blood.
Madison Montgomery stood at the bottom on the staircase, before she could speak, with a quick flick of Michael’s wrist, her head exploded and her body collapsed to the floor, making you gasp, catching Michael’s attention.
He turned, almost shocked to see you there, “Get back to the room, now!”.
You opened your mouth to protest but there was a resounding pop and you were back in the bedroom. Cursing Michael quietly you moved towards the door and turned the knob.
It seems in sending you back to your room Michael hadn’t thought to lock you inside. Before leaving the room, you grabbed your bag, retrieving a dagger you’d brought with.
While Michael reassured he’d always be there to protect you, he seemed to need your help now more than you needed his.
Sneaking from the room once more you made your way down a hall, hearing a familiar voice you turned the corner, just in time to see Michael rip a women’s heart from her chest and take a bite.
Coco, a witch you recognized from the academy before the war, stood in front of Michael. You had no idea how powerful she was, so without hesitation you came at her from the side, plunging your dagger into her neck.
A shower of blood sprayed you, ruining your dress and painting your skin red.
Coco collapsed, blood pooling beneath her.
When you turned to Michael, he had a proud smile on his face.
“Evil looks good on you darling,” he complimented, making you giggle.
“I learned from the best,” you replied, reaching down, and pulling your dagger from the witch’s neck.
Michael smirked, “It seems I underestimated you, come, we have a coven to finish.”
You nodded and followed Michael down the hall, a pool of blood appeared halfway down, a trail following it, neither of you were bleeding, so that means one of the witches were wounded. Perfect.
Michael stopped suddenly, pulling you behind him, Cordelia stood at the end of one of the adjoining halls.
“How did you think this was going to end?” Michael suddenly asked. “Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win Miss Supreme.
“Not on your own,” Cordelia scoffed. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled, the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared, little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”
“Oh, but I never expected to, like a cockroach I knew you’d survive the nuclear blast,” Michael retorted, smirking. “And now I will get the satisfaction of watching you die.”
“You still don’t get it do you?” Cordelia replied, wearing a smile of her own. “Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope…”.
As Cordelia continued, Michael leaned behind him, whispering to you, “Down the hall, the bathroom, kill her.”
You nodded and took off, sprinting down the hall, when you found the bathroom he was talking about you were greeted by Mallory, slowly fading in a tub full of water due to a stab wound to the gut.
Wasting no time you moved forward, grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her up.
“Ave Satanas bitch,” you hissed, before easily sliding your dagger across her throat, before plunging it into her heart, making sure the job was done.
Blood stained the water red as Mallory sunk into the bath and you admired your handiwork.
“You bitch!” came a voice from the door, and you turned to see the witch with the wild red hair standing there.
She held out her hand but before she could harm you, her neck snapped to the side roughly and she collapsed.
Footsteps neared you and Michael appeared in the doorway. He looked around you to the tub where Mallory’s body lay.
“Now that’s my girl,” he told you and you smiled, moving to embrace him tightly, arms wrapping around his neck.
“They’re all dead?” you asked, looking up at Michael for confirmation.
He nodded, “Miss Supreme sacrificed herself just as you slit little Mallory’s throat.”
You smiled, reaching up to press a passionate kiss to his lips. He returned the sentiment, arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer.
When you pulled away you rested your head on his chest, “Let’s go home.”
Michael hummed in agreement, taking your hand and leading you from the bathroom, it burst into flames behind you.
As you walked throughout the outpost every room exploded, glass breaking, flames licking the walls.
The flames didn’t dare touch you, Michael made sure of that. You both walked out of the outpost, Michael still making sure the elements did you no harm, and onto what was left of the barren lawn to the carriage waiting for you.
Michael helped you up into it, forever a gentleman to you and only you. He followed suit and soon the carriage took off, taking you both back home to the sanctuary.
You were empty handed, but Michael felt like the richest man on earth, and with you by his side, hand in his, he could accomplish anything.
