#a lil smth for mark from ur antichrist

[muzelor]

INTRUDERS   seemed   to   have   infiltrated   his   once   called   home   ,   using   the   blood   stained   history   of   the   house   to   make   headlines   —   humanity   truly   is   on   the   brink   of   despair   ,   hanging   on   to   every   thread   possible   to   thrive   .   it’s   a   shame   soon   it   will   all   come   to   an   end   ,   once   the   apocalypse   comes   true   .   miriam   must’ve   sent   him   back   there   for   a   reason   ,   a   reason   only   forged   by   satan   himself   .   he   cannot   fail   either   of   them   ,   that   wasn’t   a   choice   .   michael   watches   the   shadows   passing   past   a   window   ,   curiosity   growing   within   ;   whatever   may   happen   with   them   ,   he   shall   see   .   three   knocks   on   the   door   to   make   his   presence   known   ,   before   he   opens   the   door   himself   ,   not   knowing   if   it   was   even   locked   ,   but   using   his   devil   –   given   powers   either   way   .   he   marches   in   ,   head   peeking   from   behind   a   wall   to   where   @hidesinhiswork   was   standing   ,      ❝   coming   at   a   bad   time   ?   ��      he   asked   ,   brow   arching   .   michael   approaches   him   ,   despite   his   lack   of   knowledge   of   what   the   outcome   might   be   .   a   mission   is   a   mission   and   he   must   not   fail   .   a   grin   slowly   creeping   unto   his   features   as   he   took   a   seat   across   the   man   ,   gaze   locked   upon   him   ,   not   wanting   to   miss   any   detail   .   he’s   going   to   make   his   father   proud   .      ❝   this   place   brings   me   so   many   memories   …   ❞      which   he   would’ve   forget   in   an   instant   ,   had   he   have   that   chance   .   he   looks   around   and   realizes   time   stopped   in   his   previous   home   ,   everything   remained   the   same   .   the   more   he   looks   at   those   walls   ,   at   those   ornaments   that   adorn   the   house   ,   he   goes   back   in   time   when   everything   was   simple   ,   with   constance   by   his   side   .   fortunately   ,   he   found   another   woman   to   depend   on   ,   someone   who   looks   after   him   and   wishes   him   the   best   .   someone   who   doesn’t   stand   against   his   true   father   .      ❝   …   i   used   to   live   here   .   and   you   know   i   had   to   come   when   i   heard   you   were   immortalizing   what   i   used   to   call   home   .   ❞