Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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Hi Sisters! So I have been a bit MIA because school started back up and I'm going to tell you a little story. So before fall break, my Government teacher assigns this big fucking project for us to do over the break individually, which with the work load, it most definitely should have been a group project but he said "No, fuck you guys." Then again, I'm kind glad he didn't make it a group project because my group I sit with is worthless and they literally don't do shit so it would have all been me anyways. So we had two whole weeks to do this project. Ha I didn't do it. So we get to school Monday and he's like, "Well, it's going in as an exam grade and I'm taking 10% for everyday you don't turn it in. So in the time I was supposed to be writing this part last night, I did that whole project in 2 hours and I was proud of myself because it actually looked good. So yeah. Not really relevant but...

WE GET SOFT MICHAEL LANGDON IN THIS CHAPTER AND IF SOMEONE COMMENTS AND TELLS ME HE SEEMS OOC, FUCK YOU, BECAUSE THIS IS MY STORY AND I DO WHAT I WANT. SO SIT BACK, GRAB A BOWL OF POPCORN, AND ENJOY IT BECAUSE I ENJOY IT. 

Also for you smut lovers, as far as I know there is more to come //next??// part depending on what I actually end up doing with it because I have way too many ideas on how things are going to go down and whatnot to PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME!

New episode of AHS tomorrow and I am pumped because Michael wasn't in last week's episode, but he's supposed to be hella prominent in this new episode and I just want to see my sweet and precious anti-christ baby. Okay so enough rambling and shoutout to you if you read this wholw thing. You get a gold star!

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Pride:  An excessive view of one's self without regard for others.  

Saoirse had allowed Michael to shower and clean himself up before he would tell her what he knew that she didn't. He had given her a damp towel to wipe the blood from his hands off of her face. While he did so, she noted how the cuts he had given himself had completely vanished. There was no sign of any laceration or scarring. He really was something else.

When he'd gotten back in the shower and changed into his black and scarlet red attire, he stepped into his room seeing Saoirse sitting on his bed. She had her gaze to the ground and she looked to be deep in thought. He knew what was bothering her. The nightmare that she had earlier seemed traumatizing. Michael had felt that pain. The pain of being too unbearable to be around.

Langdon stepped inside further, finally deciding to speak, "Saoirse, there's a reason you are particularly special."

The brunette looked up at Michael, who now stood in front of her. She didn't speak.

"You say you're a witch?" he tilted his head at her.

"Because I am," Saoirse snapped back at him.

Michael chuckled darkly, "No, you're so much more."

The girl frowned back at him, "What do you mean I'm 'so much more'? There isn't anything special to me besides the powers that ruined my life."

Michael stared back down at her with an amused smiled on his face. She really had no idea.

"Sometimes we get beings that are more than what they seem," he began, making Saoirse cock a brow at him, "you are one of those beings. A nephilim, more specifically."

"A nephilim?" she frowned.

"Yes," Michael nodded, "Now you might be wondering what that means..." He paused, seeing how intrigued she was by the word, "your nickname is fallen angel to many, which is very spot on. Your mother was an angel, which is an explanation to why she was rather...absent after you were born. But your mother mated with a mortal, normal man. And you, a nephilim -- the only one on this planet, were the product."