WARNING: CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (SWITCH!MICHAEL CUS WE ALL KNOW HE'S ONE KINKY MOTHERFUCKER WHO'S DOWN FOR ANYTHING SO LONG AS THERE'S CONSENT - YES, UR GIRL KNOWS HER LAWS OF ANTON LAVEY'S ATHEISTIC SATANISM) AND GORE (BLOOD, USE OF KNIVES, THEISTIC SATANIC RITUALS), TYPICAL CANON AHS VIOLENCE, TERRIBLE GOOGLE TRANSLATE LATIN.
SHE HAD BARELY ENTERED the room when he backed her against the wall, hand gripping her throat.
"How do I know it's you and not some trick the witches are playing?" He was angry – no, furious.
She pursed her lips. "You tell me."
He contemplated for a moment. "Tell me something you and I only know. Why 'Eve'?"
"My father thought it'd be ironic."
He relaxed slightly, but it still wasn't enough. It didn't change anything.
"You abandoned me." he accused. "Four years you've been absent. And now you're here, as if nothing happened – as if you being missing when I needed you the most wasn't the most ultimate betrayal."
She glared at him. "I didn't leave because I wanted to." She shoved him away. "Our fathers were in touch with a seer. She saw my death, no one else's. Only mine." She needed him to know that they hadn't known about Miriam. "Cordelia found where I was hiding and was going to kill me."
"I would've brought you back!" he seethed, pushing her into the wall again.
Eve's eyes flashed red. "You wouldn't be able to. Demons don't have souls."
"You're half human!" He reasoned, "I could've brought you back!"
With a single thought she was able to send him flying across the room. "You wouldn't be able to, Michael! What's left of my human soul is broken beyond repair!" Her chest heaved in anger. "She wanted to put my soul in the Murder House, a place you'd never return to! We both know a broken human soul like mine would be in tatters if she tried! There'd be no soul left for her to hide!"
Still, he glared.
"You still don't believe me?" She laughed bitterly, running her fingers through her hair and tugging at the strands. She moves forward to him, bringing him back to his feet. "May I?" she asked, reaching for his wrist.
"What do you plan on doing?"
"I'll show you my memories. What happened that night." Michael nods, and Eve brings his palm to her cheek. Both close their eyes. She shows him the memory of the night before Miriam died, where her father took her and brought her back to hell.
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ROOTS | MICHAEL LANGDON | AHS: APOCALYPSE
Fanfiction"Why 'Eve'?" "My father thought it'd be ironic." michael langdon x oc highest rankings: #2 in #ahsapocalypse (1/30/19) #16 in #ahs (11/28/18) #9 in #americanhorrorstory (3/4/19) #1 in #langdon (2/6/19) #2 in #ahs8 (2/21/19) nov 10 2018 - jan 24 2019