Chapter One

"The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He's beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite. He's insane. Driven mad by the horrors of the world. He's dangerous. Because everything about him is beautifully insane." American Horror Story, Season One

Constance and Family

He was a perfect and beautiful baby, just like her son, Tate, the one who had always been her "golden" child. Her other offspring had all been woefully imperfect. First there was the albino child who had become a transvestite. She had called him Michael which meant "Who is like God," but once she discovered WHAT he was, she disowned him; he who had become a she. The next born had been Tate, the apple of her eye. He was charming, handsome, and intelligent, everything she had always wanted in a son. After Tate, Beau had been born. Her little Beau had arrived deformed and hideous, so she locked him away from the rest of world. No one even knew that he had existed; she had kept him so well hidden. Lastly, she had given birth to Adelaide, her only little girl. She screamed when the doctor said those dreadful words. "I am sorry, Mrs. Langdon. I'm afraid your daughter has Down's Syndrome."

Constance shouted back at the doctor, "Ohhh no! Not a mongoloid. What sins have I committed to have been handed all of this tragedy?!"

She had always hoped that her children would prevent her husband from straying, but she discovered he had been having sexual relations with their gorgeous, young maid. After that, she knew what she had to do. She shot her husband and then the wicked red-haired maid he had been humping in HER bed. She ground her husband's flesh into tender meat to feed to the dogs. Then she buried the deceitful maid in the backyard. She felt no sympathy as the piles of dirt fell upon the young woman who suffered from a grotesque bullet wound in which had taken out her left eye.

After her husband's grisly death, she needed a man. She wanted someone who was successful and wealthy. She fell for Larry Harvey. She didn't even care if he been accused of burning to death his wife and his two young daughters. She wanted someone to love and he happened to live in the Victorian brick house that she and her children, Tate, Beau, and Adelaide had been forced to vacate after her husband's money had dwindled away.

Not long after the wedding, Harvey immediately chained up the hideously deformed Beau in the attic. He treated all of his stepchildren like a smelly pieces of shit under his glossy black shoe. Both Addie and Tate hated him as they heard the wails and screams of Beau who was constantly mistreated and starved as though he was filth and a dirty, disgusting secret. Tate was slowly losing his grip on reality as insanity began to overtake him. The dysfunction of his family was driving to the brink of madness. He was overcome with fear and paranoia and had constant, overwhelming thoughts about killing and maiming people.

It was 1994 when Harvey beat Beau into a bloody pulp because he had been screaming much too loud. The incident was the final straw for Tate. He planned his stepfather's demise when he found his brother's bruised and beaten body.. Harvey had smothered the boy with a pillow. Sadly, Tate discovered that his beloved brother Beau had been murdered. He was tired of the cruelty of both his self-absorbed mother and her fucked-up, homicidal husband. He wanted to kill them ALL. He purchased an automatic rifle as well as many other deadly weapons. He was going to set all the good ones free while also taking out the worst of the trash. His first stop was his stepfather's office.

Once arriving there, he poured gasoline all over Larry Harvey and then he lit a match. His wicked stepfather went up in flames. He watched with no remorse as Larry Harvey, his brother's killer screamed in agony as his skin began to scorch.

Tate's next stop would be the school. He knew he had to set the good ones free, so he killed the ones he liked the most, even his favorite teacher. "I got away with it," he thought as he walked away from the grisly and chaotic scene.

He hurried home where he was planning his next move. Adelaide would be next, followed by his horrible mother. Once they were all dead, he would turn the gun on himself.

Tate didn't have a chance to carry out his plans. The police showed up and burst into the residence. A SWAT team hurried up the stairs in search of Tate. Constance cried out that Tate was just a child, but the police would not listen. They rushed into Tate's room, their weapons pointed at his chest. Tate knew his fate was sealed. Seeing no other way out, he reached under a blanket for his gun. In that same instant, he was pelted with nearly a hundred bullets.

"Nooo! Nooo! Not my baby!" Constance cried when she saw his wounded and lifeless body. She fell on her son, crying and weeping. She didn't know it then, but the house had swallowed up Tate's soul, just as it had all the others who had died within it's walls. With her husband dead, she couldn't afford to continue living in the immense Victorian mansion. She returned to the house next door with her daughter Addie.

A/N - Another chapter will be out later tonight, so stay tuned!