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“Well, I've got news for all of you fools.”
He gets it! In an another situation she would be jumping in joy that finally someone understands, still she believed she has a few mindblowing tricks up her sleeves. A half smirk at the mention of possible employees still inside; try to not get a heart attack then.
Jade eyes fluttered close at the first chords, her left leg drumming her own rhythm, the clicks steadily increasing in volume.
And she screamed.
A pure, strong sustained A5 with little to no effort, followed by a voice which could fill arenas.
“Stab, brawl; punch crawl; hooks to my brain are well in.” she jumped, switched through octaves as it was nothing, dipping low after with vicious grit
“I know what I am, I'm Berlin.” and so Cindy proved her impossible claim true with a small grin on the corner of her lips
phoenixborn:
“Yeah, the switches are okay. But I never settle for something ‘okay’. It has to be extraordinary. Something what makes people either speechless or scream what the fuck repeatedly.” Cindy laughed, the memory the last time she performed still fresh in her mind along with the reactions
“The opening is indeed the weakest part, time definitely didn’t do it justice either.” she agreed, the lyrics was indeed simple, the real deal was in her technique and physics defying voice
Wild excitement was growing in her eyes as Cindy entered the building, heels loudly clicking on the floor.
“I wouldn’t mind audience, but I’m sure you are better than a crowd. I think you can appreciate talent.” she smiled with fondness, testing the stage with her heels. She could seamlessly drum her own rhythm needed; good.
Microphone already in hand, she turned to Erebus with a grin promising something wicked “Fire it up.”
“Exactly! The point of art is to create something that will provoke a reaction. Otherwise what’s the point, ya know?” And that espcially applied to music.
Her excitement was infectious as he watched her enter the building, finding that he was just as excited about performing with Cindy.
“I like to think I do. But hey, there might be a couple of employees lingering about.” He chuckled, hooking his guitar up to an amp. Good thing he decided to leave his guitar here for the night.
After sliging his guitar around his shoulder, he turned to her as well, his own excitment manisfesting in a subdued smile. At her command, Erebus began playing the opening chords of the song.
When it's down to the wire
No one here can deny
That I'm b-b-b-b-bona fide!
Quite a crowd despite the outrageous suggestions of the song. The wicked woman only grinned and entertained, drawing more demons close with her warmup and glimpses into her vocal talent. And then she began. Oh so casually, as if it was only a walk in the park
“You ain't no tough bitch, you think you're hot shit”
“Damn, you're all caked up, painted like a gold brick.” and so was the cleanest line of a clue dropped, making many turn their heads in worry but no she couldn't have that.
So she played with the audience masterfully as if the crowd was an instrument of their own. Drawing them further into her own world of vicious rock n roll where nothing else existed just her physics defying harmonies.
“When it's down to the wire, no one here can deny that
I'm b-b-b-b-bona fide!”
And of course she wasn't met with an opposing opinion. Cindy knew well this little song wasn't truly conveying her range nor her grit; but the possible reach of half of her effort if it gets to the right ears was too good to miss out.
The rhythm was catchy, dripping with rightful pride; she breezed through the makeshift stage with unwavering voice, never off key. At last she finally reached the part where her power could blast through a little.
“You ain't no answer, you ain't no savior, you're just a good excuse for bad behavior ”
Her wild grit rang through the open air, a nice little drip of the full power lying beneath the surface.
“You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me”
Her playful howl rippled through the excited crowd now moving to her rhythm. Jade eyes shone with uncontrollable delight at the success, every concert no matter how many listened was an escape, a chance to build her own world where she truly belonged.
The last notes trailing in the air along with the guitar follow up dissolved into air at last, leaving only her delighted laugh.
“Thank you! For attending to... my little warmup!”
WE WON’T ABIDE BY ANY RULES
W H E N word reaches Mammon about a certain performer he was more than inclined to divulge in deeper to see if they were as good as his sources claimed. He usually didn’t bother with these sort of things, but if there was a way for him to profit off them then who was he to at least not check to see what all the hubbub was all about? If it turned into a dead end then no skin off his bones– He’d just move on to the next bigger thing, the next profit. No harm no foul. If they were actually good, then and only then would he become interested.
D A W N I N G on an ensemble reminiscent of his rocker days (spiked collar included), he makes his way towards where his sources had indicated he’d find them and luckily for him it was right in his ring. Seems he caught her just as she’s about to perform one of her songs. This he’ll have to listen to…
K E E P I N G to the shadows and blending into the dark, Mammon leans back and merely observes for now; fingers idly tapping along to the beat.
@phoenixborn
I knew Halestorm would rise out of the pandemic strong but this. this is. WOAH
cw: flashing lights
His question made her pause...she had no trouble directly staring into the Sun and she saw the sky much differently than even demons. Yeah probably not.
“Be very careful and close your eyes if it's too much. The sound is more important anyways.”
A few uneventful moments, her head lightly tipped backwards in search of the sources; stars seen from the human realm puncturing the hellish sky one by one.
The process was slow to give Erebus time to close his eyes if it was too overwhelming. Light began to concentrate behind the woman, wings that would make the purest angel glare with poisonous envy elegantly emerged from her back in a graceful arch. Where the feathers had morphed into fire was impossible to tell, their impressive width trembled gently from the amount of contained power. And she began to sing.
“Take me home tonight, I'd do anything with you. Buy a bottle of whiskey, we'll get matching tattoos ” her voice coming from everywhere, loud, clear despite the absolute lack of a microphone or any similar amplifier device
“Tell me that you love me, let me drive your car” a small sharp, playful flick of her tone
“ We can sit 'til morning light just countin' every star. 'Cause if there's a Hell I'll meet you there! And if there's a Heaven they're serving beer” the tips of her wings flicked ever so gently to keep contact and control over the stars, strain was nowhere to be found in her voice
“ And if you're an angel, then I must be high” Cindy smiled as she let the last note echo throughout the whole ring, instead of her usual grit her tone crystal clear enough to cut glass
“Oh, if there's a church it's rock n roll; if there's a devil I sold my soul. And it's alright whatever we do tonight.” a step closer, those brilliant wings fluttering in the nonexistent wind
“'Cause if there's a God damnit she won't mind.”
“If there's God, Baby, she won't mind.” a quick, clean switch from the sharp cry to a lasting deeper note, the sound surrounding them, still echoing even after she had long closed her mouth and now smiled at him so gently
phoenixborn:
“Yeah I did” she shrugged as it was something normal or at least logical thing to do
“More like a…warmup actually. The punch is in the reply.” oh she indeed had come from the infamous Véghváry line with a plan like this
“About the cosmic rock, do you have sunglasses? Or something similar because it will be bright if I show you.” Cindy definitely have been paying attention, maybe in the human realm she could do it without her wings. But in a pocket dimension she needed her own amplifier to communicate with stars, parts of her own fire.
“Uhh, yeah. Should have some on me.” Erebus dug into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pair of black shades. Shrugging he decided to go ahead and put them on.
“You sure these will be enough to protect my eyes?” He trusted Cindy, of course, but he still was a little wary given that he was more sensitive to bright lights than the average person.
The only title she gladly accepts is:
Goddess of Rock N Roll.
The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:
“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”
The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.
“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care
“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier
“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes
“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.
“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”
The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.
“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”
“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself
“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more
“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”
“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”
“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals
“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing
“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.
“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”
“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”
“But I'll never settle.”
“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”
Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance
“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction
“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.
@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae
The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:
“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”
The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.
“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care
“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier
“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes
“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.
“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”
The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.
“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”
“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself
“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more
“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”
“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”
“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals
“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing
“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.
“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”
“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”
“But I'll never settle.”
“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”
Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance
“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction
“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.
@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae