"Good day witches of New Orleans." Michael greets calmly. "I've come to follow a truly interesting... lead."

Michael Langdon, the anti-christ himself, had found himself following a prophecy all the way down to a sweltering hot New Orleans, Louisiana. Specifically, he found himself in iss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies is an academy where young descendants of Salem witches are enrolled once their powers have been uncovered. It is here that they are taught the history of their kind, how to practice witchcraft and how to discover and control their magical abilities. Why, do you ask, did he and his host of devils find himself here?

To find his soulmate.

The witches in the room all turn to look at the devil's spawn, staring with a mix of bewilderment and disbelief. To many, Michael looked nothing remotely as wicked as the devil's son should, for he didn't look like a devil... But an angel. Tall, sharp cheek bones, long blonde hair and eyes so blue that it had to be a sin to look at... He stood confidently, almost arrogantly, a slight, mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

Until, his eyes fell on her.