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Presenter - And, we are back! Welcome back to part two of tonight's AMERICA'S GOT TAAAALLLLEEEENT, let me here y'all scream? Yeah, that's what this is all about! Y'all having some fun tonight? Woooo.
Up next, we have a band all the way from Oslo in Norway. I met them backstage just a couple of hours ago, and they seemed like a nice bunch of guys. They tell me that they play folk music, please, ladies, gentlemen, studio audience, Piers, Sharon and the Hoff, give it up for MALUS
The stage goes dark, and then the lights in the whole arena flash, and go completely dark. Some people in the crowd scream sarcastically, and a few laugh. A huge crack fills the air, and in the darkness, a few people let out a genuine shriek of fear.
A bell chimes, very loudly, rattling the rafters of the venue, and people in the crowd are moaning at the level of the sound. Then a crash of thunder, and a lightning bolt illuminates the stage for a brief second, showing a crucifix standing in the centre of the stage. A single drum beat thunders out again, and the whole place is in dark and silence...
A rumbling drum returns, and the crowd by now are quite anxious. Another thunder and lightning combo lights up the stage and now there is a figure on the crucifix, but only seen for a brief second again, before the silence returns.
A deep, bellowing laughter echoes around the studio, and a spotlight comes up over the crucifix, showing a man there.
The man on the crucifix is completely naked from head to toe. He is painted completely white, apart from some black markings around his eyes and mouth. His long black hair hangs, bedraggled and wet with sweat around his face. His hands are not bound the cross, this is clear to see. They are actually nailed, as are his feet. Blood pours from the gaping wounds as the man hangs lifeless from the cross.
The crowd are now in stunned silence...all of a sudden, an eerie, symphonic keyboard note fills the air, and another spotlight fixates on the side of the stage. A woman walks into view. She is also naked, save for a pair of black wings crudely positioned on her back. She walks slowly towards the front of the stage, her blonde hair hanging over her face, completely obscuring her from view. She reaches the main stage camera and throws her hair back, revealing a beautiful face, her skin so soft and pale.
The woman stares straight into the camera, and smiles sweetly. She then contorts her face into a wicked growl, and two rows of razor sharp teeth can be seen glinting in the spotlight. She throws her head back and cackles with laughter, before stopping very abruptly and turning her attention on the man on the cross.
She turns toward the crucifix and slowly waltzes towards it. The two spotlights merge, allowing a fair bit of the surroundings to be viewed. They appear to be deep in a forest set. The woman runs her hand up the man's leg slowly, he does not react. She pulls her hand back and delivers a punch straight to the man's crotch. He lets out a ghastly scream, which is reciprocated by many in the crowd.
The woman steps to the side of the man and bares her teeth again. She pauses for a second, before plunging her teeth into the side of the man's abdomen. He screams again, but as the blood flows from her mouth down the outside of his leg, and she keeps her jaw locked in, he starts to scream "YESSSSSSS!!!! FEED! FEED! FEED!" People in the crowd are now covering their eyes and some are crying openly.
The woman pulls away at last, tearing a sizeable chunk of flesh from the man's side, which she drops into her hand, then slowly licks, and launches it into the crowd, cackling as she does so. She lurches towards the front row and they all scream, before she spits blood on someone and leaves the stage.
A single spotlight remains fixated on the man on the cross. He continues to chuckle slowly, his head bowed, before he raises his head to show eyes without pupils or iris. His pure white eyes survey the sobbing crowd, before another lightning flash plunges the arena into darkness again.
A Demonic, horrific voice, screechy and low pitched cackles over the PA: "WE ARE MALUS!! THIS IS NOT A STAGE SHOW! THIS! IS! HATRED!!"
A flash brings the whole stage back into view and a band of five guys now surround the cross with instruments in hand. They are all dressed in black, with silver spikes adorning various parts of their attire. Their faces are painted white, with black and red in an array of different styles. They start to play a slow, deliberate riff, while a man on keyboard fills the air with harrowing, evil symphonic tones. The man on the cross rips his hands and feet one-by-one from the nails, and leaps down, blood careering down his arms and legs from all five of his wounds.
He screeches vocals into a mic, continuously staring into the eyes of a blonde haired woman near the front for the whole song. As the song finishes, he takes a knife from another band member, and pulls it's blade across his chest, bleeding into his free hand. He raises it to his mouth and licks it with a forked tongue. A demonic laughter can be heard as the stage is suddenly plunged into darkness again.
The show cuts to a commercial break, without the accompanying music.
OOC: Im back in the RP, and TRSG just got dark mofos! |
