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"What do you think you're doing in my office?" An all too familiar voice boomed, making you jump slightly. You turned around to see Michael walk towards you slowly, his hands behind his back in a graceful manner. You scanned his face for any sign of anger, however he remained incredibly calm. "Do I have to ask you again Miss y/l/n?" He sighed, stopping right in front of you. "I was just exploring" You replied, with no worry whatsoever. As Michael continued to bore his bright blue eyes into your soul, you turned around and continued to peer through his things.
As a confused look washed over his face, Langdon walked around you and placed his hand firmly on top of yours, stopping you from snooping any further. "I believe Ms Venable would do way more than just strike you with a whip a couple of times if she found out that you were lurking around my office" He stated, however the way he talked seemed to be more tranquil than you'd expect. "Is that so?" You scoffed, perplexed as to why he thought you even cared about Ms Venable. You looked down to see his grip on your hand loosen ever so slightly.
"You should be scared, she could easily kill you. And so could I" He stated, with somewhat of a smirk on his face. "And I, on the other hand could easily erase the two of you from existence so perhaps you should be a good boy and keep that mouth shut" You snarled, snatching your hand away from his grip.
Michael looked at you with his eyebrows twisted in confusion. No one would have ever dared to speak to him like that, and he never would have tolerated it. However, he somehow felt intrigued by you.
"Is that so?" He quizzed with a smirk, copying your exact words. You ignored him as you continued to look through the files, before finally turning around to face him. "I know for a fact that you haven't even read any of these- so how do you know so much?" You spoke.
He examined you for a second or two, a grin beginning to form on his lips. "You're different" He stated. "Cut the bullshit" You scoffed as you pushed past him, striding around his office.
"Fine" He sighed. "I'm the antichrist" He blurt out, causing you to stop in your tracks. "I knew it" You muttered under your breath. "What was that?" Michael asked skeptically. You turned around to face him, a smirk laying upon your lips.
"Don't you remember me?" You chuckled. "No?" He replied, almost as if he was questioning himself. You took a few steps closer to him, taking his face in your hands. "Close your eyes" You ordered, and with no hesitation- he obeyed.
You sighed heavily before whacking your own forehead against his. "What the hell!" Michael yelped as he stumbled backwards. You waited for him to regain his balance before taking his face in your hands again.
"What are you doing?" He groaned. "Just shut up and look at me" You sighed. "Remember me now?" You quizzed, hoping that he would. "y/n,, You're- how?" He whispered in disbelief. "Those bitches thought they could kill me" You scoffed. "Little did they know that I had the help of your father" You continued. "How did i forget all this?" Michael asked. "I don't know, but one thing I do know is that three of them are still out there" You grinned up at him.
"It's the fucking apocalypse y/n. There is no way that they're still out there" Michael sighed. You smirked slightly before speaking; "I came here because I knew you'd come. But also because I know their plans. They might think they're clever, but killing me was a stupid idea. And now, we can kill them- We can get rid of those bitches once and for all"
