❝ When a phantom meets the light, he starts to feel alive once again. ❞
❝ When an immortal meets death, she realizes she yearns for its dark kiss. ❞
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#1 in American Horror Story 5/6/2021
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WATCHING all of this unfold was like experiencing a horrible, grainy film on the silver screen.
It was a making of a messiah; the very devout followers worshipping the very ground of this young man as if he could make all of their troubles wash away. To see them pepper him with compliments and be slack jawed by the way he curled his lips in a severe smirk left Alsie curious.
She watched him around the bend of corners, listened to him mumble to himself as if he had a little devil sitting on his shoulder. It reminded her of James and of his own belief in the power he held. But while the man who had turned her heart to fractured glass was a manic monster, this student with the golden curls was as poised as a prince. All of these trials they push him into were very familiar to her as Cordelia had mentioned that training a young witch would need to strengthen her powers and compose herself. And to be dead, to be a fly on the wall, made her open to the actual plans these warlocks had.
It was enough to show her that whoever this Michael was, he was her ticket back to the world of the living. With power like that, he could have risen half of Gettysburg.
And she had seen the blood.
A streaking line of crimson across the stone floors created by two pale fingers was enough to have her raise an eyebrow. She watched him perform rituals, had heard him speak in a dark tongue and lift his head to the ceiling as if watching for rain. Did he know she was there like in Ariel's office? Did he know she was a spirit roaming these halls? Even to her it didn't feel real as she teleported herself behind his quiet footfalls, matching his every move like she was his own shadow. She wanted to learn his mannerisms, to understand that whoever he is, he could help. She had trusted the darkness before, had welcomed every inch of its inky blackness until she let it consume her.
Evil or not, she would have his power.
"It is not prudent to invade my personal space," His voice was soft as he came to a halt within the empty chamber. Alsie stopped a few feet away, thankful for death in keeping any blood rush to her cheeks unattainable. "I don't go snooping wherever your body resides."
