American Horror Story

It's over.

We know who you are.

Your allies are all dead.

You failed.

I've already proven to you that I can defy death.

I'm just gonna bring her back.

And when I do, my Ms. Mead will stand by me as we watch you die.

You can certainly go to Hell, but you won't find her there.

What have you done?

Her soul is hidden by a spell only I can break.

You'll never see her again.

You're alone.

I'm never alone.

I have my father.

Where is he now?

Why did he let this happen?

You don't have to follow this path

your father laid out for you.

You can write your own destiny.

You can still turn away.

There's humanity in you.

I see it.

If you come with me,

maybe we can find it.

Together.

Somehow,

some way, I am gonna bring her back.

And then I'm gonna kill every last one of you.

I'm not going any further.

Father, tell me what to do, and I'll do it.

I'm not leaving this circle until you talk to me.

They're gone. The warlocks,

my Ms. Mead.

Burned alive at the stake by the witches.

Until nothing was left

but ash and smoke.

You tell me what to do...

or you let me die here.

Would you like a grape Fanta?

Would you like a grape Fanta?

- No, I'm on a mission. - You're hungry.

You need nourishment. Take an apple.

It's so juicy. It's so juicy.

I have to talk to my father.

You don't have... you don't have to do anything. All are welcome.

Come to the light.

Leave me alone.

Why you do this to me?

You left me to die. To burn.

To burn.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

You're not real.

None of this is re-real.

Don't listen to her.

You've done a great job.

No.

I failed.

I'm lost. I don't understand my purpose.

You're everything we expected.

The Alpha and the Omega.

Who is, who was,

and who is to come.

Liar!

God loves you.

Are you my father?

What do you want from me?!

What am I supposed to do?!

Fuck am I supposed to do?

You lost?

People.

Listen the fuck up.

Just because we have a president who's a total douchenozzle

and global warming is getting worse,

that doesn't mean you can sit here on your lazy asses

and holler out a few "Hail Satans."

You think end-time's just gonna show up

like a herpes sore?

So tired of preaching to the goddamn choir.

What aren't you getting? You know the drill.

The Antichrist is gonna ride in on a wave of sin,

and all we have here is a weak piss dribble.

Somebody, please help me out. I'm about ready

to gouge out my own eyes so I don't have to look

at this weak-ass congregation anymore.

I need to hear some sins.

I need to feel we're making way for him.

You.

What are your sins?

What did you do to usher him in this week?

I stole a hundred dollars from my register at work.

Seriously? A fucking rounding error?

You think that's gonna open up

the Gates of Hell?

- I slept with my wife's sister. - I've seen bad face-lifts

that are more evil than you.

You want to know what I did this week?

You want to be inspired?

You want to know how I'm helping bring end-times?

I robbed a nursing home

and I gave all the money to the NRA.

Next week I need to feel some evil.

I need to be repulsed.

I need to feel sick to my stomach.

I want to be inspired!

Whatever. Okay.

Let's speak in tongues for a hot sec and...

show some respect.

I don't have any money right now.

Or any food from the looks of it.

How long has it been since you ate, kid?

What's it to you?

Just...

trying to help out a fellow believer.

You know...

after the service...

I could fix you something.

My place is only a couple of blocks from here.

That's actually really nice of you.

What can I say?

Nobody's perfect.

What's your name, kid?

Michael.

You must have been starving.

I seen a lot of young people like you come to our church

off the five stars on Yelp and the free doughnut at check-in.

They all had the same look you do.

Scared. Searching.

Questioning what the hell this all means.

So...

what's your story?

How did you end up all alone

and at our beloved Satan's doorstep?

My father abandoned me.

And my mother tried to kill me.

Humanity...

is shit.

This world is a twisted black hole

of sin and chaos,

and that's why Satanism is the way of the future.

We are the fastest-growing religion in the world,

so we need people like you...

bright, eager, the next generation...

to help spread the word of Lucifer.

'Cause here's the beautiful secret, babe.

Once you embrace that at our core

we are degenerate, rotten beings,

every last one of us...

you'll be free.

Satanism...

is about giving in to your urges,

embracing sin, your true nature.

I sold my soul to the Devil,

and he gave me everything I ever wanted.

You sold your soul?

Did you sign a contract in blood?

I made a deal in a Black Mass, as one does.

Through prayer.

And by prayer... I mean...

killing people... it works.

You're standing in the proof.

I offered up my soul, and...

he gave me all this.

Riches beyond compare.

I've got a... a La-Z-Boy,

a-a cable package with all the premium channels.

I shoot up heroin

as much as I want, and I never get the sweats.

And every Wednesday night Brad Pitt comes over

and fucks me till the sun comes up.

On Friday nights I get Ryan Reynolds.

So that's all it is, then.

Satan is carnal pleasure.

Hell no.

We've got a greater purpose.

We are moving towards the beginning of the end.

Our savior is coming.

The spawn of Satan will...

lead us off the cliff and into the end-times.

We just have to make things terrible enough for him to rise.

We are the fetid,

rancid, contaminated soil

from which he will bloom.

And then plunge us

in eternal darkness

so that we can walk with Satan in eternal hellfire.

I hate to break it to you...

but you're waiting in vain.

What are you talking about?

I'm the one you're waiting for.

How dare you blaspheme!

Well, before you kill me, dear believer...

see me.

Hail Satan!

Our savior has risen!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the volunteer All-Sinners choir!

They really know how to raise some hell, don't they, kids?

Hail Satan!