The sky exploded with a cacophony of colors. Screams rang out in the chilly night air as countless people rushed the city streets, shouting and roaring with… excitement. Tonight was the night of a big concert for the residents of Karakura, but none was more excited than a fresh man named Bartholomew. God, that was just the worst name. He hated it so much that he couldn’t even deal. Why would anyone name their kid Bartholomew? It was just so… stupid. That was why the Obscurum decided to undertake the moniker Demon when he was very young, and he ran with it ever since. Floating among the clouds on a platform of spiritual energy that was collected beneath his feet, he watched the people scurry like ants.
It didn’t matter how fast they ran or how excited they were. They’d never have the view he had. Still, Demon found it was a little distant for his taste. As he passed the tops of sky scrapers, his arms folded over his chest in an effort to protect himself from the nip of the wind, he began to descend. Of course, he had a ticket, so he may as well join the people. Blithering idiots that they were. Touching the ground with his polished, black dress shoe, the perhaps overdressed quincy, his cross dangling from his ear as it always did, disappeared into the crowd. Flashing his ticket, he was given admittance into the stadium.
”Mic Check, One Two. Mic Check, One Two.” The lead singer’s voice, once heard, caused an eruption of euphoria from the crowd. Demon himself let out a whoop and holler, losing himself in the excitement. Finding an open space in the crowd near the front (or rather, making one by flaring his reiatsu to sicken the people around him a little into giving him some space), he stared intently as the band members tested their equipment. This was going to be so fucking awesome.
Suddenly, an announcer appeared on stage. Taking a hold of the microphone, he raised his hand without saying a word to entice the audience into roaring again. It worked. ”Alright, alright. Now presenting, without a moment of further hesitation, make some noise for…” He took a step back and the lead singer took the mic from him and screamed at the top of his lungs. ”PIERCE THE VEIL!” The guitarist stroked his six-string with a mighty riff, and the drummer took off. Demon screamed again. His blood pumped inside of his body so quickly he thought he was going to have a heart attack. It practically boiled. They were opening with his favorite song. They were opening with his favorite song. What were the odds?
It didn’t matter how fast they ran or how excited they were. They’d never have the view he had. Still, Demon found it was a little distant for his taste. As he passed the tops of sky scrapers, his arms folded over his chest in an effort to protect himself from the nip of the wind, he began to descend. Of course, he had a ticket, so he may as well join the people. Blithering idiots that they were. Touching the ground with his polished, black dress shoe, the perhaps overdressed quincy, his cross dangling from his ear as it always did, disappeared into the crowd. Flashing his ticket, he was given admittance into the stadium.
”Mic Check, One Two. Mic Check, One Two.” The lead singer’s voice, once heard, caused an eruption of euphoria from the crowd. Demon himself let out a whoop and holler, losing himself in the excitement. Finding an open space in the crowd near the front (or rather, making one by flaring his reiatsu to sicken the people around him a little into giving him some space), he stared intently as the band members tested their equipment. This was going to be so fucking awesome.
Suddenly, an announcer appeared on stage. Taking a hold of the microphone, he raised his hand without saying a word to entice the audience into roaring again. It worked. ”Alright, alright. Now presenting, without a moment of further hesitation, make some noise for…” He took a step back and the lead singer took the mic from him and screamed at the top of his lungs. ”PIERCE THE VEIL!” The guitarist stroked his six-string with a mighty riff, and the drummer took off. Demon screamed again. His blood pumped inside of his body so quickly he thought he was going to have a heart attack. It practically boiled. They were opening with his favorite song. They were opening with his favorite song. What were the odds?
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