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The Devil (Michael Langdon x Reader)

(To my friends who woke up to me wanting to fuck the antichrist. Here we go)

You were next. Everyone before you had a troubling encounter, with Langdon. He was a very intriguing man with blonde hair and tired unyielding blue eyes. Everything about him screamed domination and misery, but he was attractive nonetheless. He led you into an office and made his way to a very well kept desk.

“Sit. I will ask you a series of questions, answer them truthfully. I will know if you are lying. Am I clear?” He says in a melancholy tone.

That voice made you scared and entranced at the same time.

“Yes sir.”

“Sir? Aren’t you adorable.”

He gave you a smirk that sent chills everywhere. You blushed slightly and suddenly found your feet very pleasant to look at. He began to move around as if sizing you up.

“What’s your sexual orientation?” He drew out the word sexual.

“[Insert].”

He made some type of hum and began to pace around you slowly.

“Why were you chosen to be a purple?”

“ My parents had a lot of money, they bought me a spot.”

He was at your back now. You could feel the heated gaze on you and resisted the urge to tremble. He stroked a hand through your hair.

“Considering your parents are indefinitely dead, I assume you came here alone. You rarely talk to the others, so… introverted. Have you ever not been alone? You seem very unaffected by it.”

His words hit your soul, he knew so much for only being here a few days. It’s almost as if he was stalking you. You began to nervously come up with an answer.

“I-I…No, it’s always just been me. I preferred books and animals to people.”

Another deep throat hum resonated through the room. He moved closer to your ear again, this time the tremble broke through your resistance. He let out a small chuckle.

“What so you think of the people here? It seems as though you have a problem with people.”

You were silent, there was no idea in your mind on how to answer it. He seemed annoyed with your silence and moved to stand in front of you. He was leaned close to you in an attempt to intimidate you. It was working.

“They are okay, I guess. I’ve never talked much to anyone.”

He moved closer. You could smell some type of smell, you couldn’t tell if it was good or not to you. You couldn’t even tell if it was a natural smell or cologne. You looked at the carpet again.

“What do you think of me?” He whispered pulling your chin up to meet his impending gaze. He stared into your soul.

You just stared back, astonished by the beautiful specimen in front of you. He seemed so… unique.

He scoffed at your silence and stood up quickly and move to a door.

“You are dismissed”

He was about to walk out, when you silently whispered.

“I think you’re the devil.”

He stopped, it took a moment before he turned around with his biggest smirk yet. He slowly made his way back over to you. With a large chuckle, he bent down and kissed your ear quite harshly.

“I think you might be right.”

(part 2?)