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Thousands years back, the human Helios, has escaped from hell, becoming a demon. Knowing he could not stay for very long without being captured, he had to take cover and find a host. For a thousand years, the demon has been devouring souls, and taking new hosts in a search for power. This search led him eventually to the city of Kagamino.
Helios took the form of an old businessman. He was in an alleyway. The emerging rock singer, JiaWei, walked out of a bar onto the side to have a cigarette alone in peace, to receive the opposite. The last thing the man heard, were the words "smoking is bad" before getting his soul ripped out of his body, and slowly eaten. Before the body could decay, Helios left his old host, to his new host, called JiaWei. He went back into the bar to finish the concert for Jia, and smashed the guitar shortly after.
As his band mates as him why, he said nothing. He simply held out his hands, as a new guitar appeared before their eyes, in a burst of flames, before Helios killed them as well.
Two months later, it is roughly midnight. A concert is going on in the middle of a fairly large venue. The moshpit is fairly crowded, with many familiar and unfamiliar faces. The sounds of electric guitar pierce the night air like a pin to a balloon, but somewhat more beautifully. It is heavy metal, but not quite screamo. Half the audience held up lighters, as though the pyrotechnics on stage weren't enough. Judging from the sweat on everyone's faces, and the ammount of ash on the ground, the concert was nearly over.
Jia is about to end the concert with a solo. His guitar was held near his waste, hanging loosely on a guitar strap. It was in fact, his weapon, O Fortuna. A variation of an E chord arpeggio was played, ending the song with said chord. As Jia played the last, he leapt to his feet, and held the guitar out in front of him with his left hand. The next moment, it was set ablaze, a testament to Jia's powers, though to the audience, it was nothing more than a pyrotechincs display.
As the concert ended, Jia could suddenly feel high ammounts of spiritual pressure. Something was about to happen, though Jia was unsure whether this would be a gift or a curse. To himself in Greek, he mumbled "Af̱tó boreí í̱ den boreí na eínai kaló (This might not be good)."
Helios took the form of an old businessman. He was in an alleyway. The emerging rock singer, JiaWei, walked out of a bar onto the side to have a cigarette alone in peace, to receive the opposite. The last thing the man heard, were the words "smoking is bad" before getting his soul ripped out of his body, and slowly eaten. Before the body could decay, Helios left his old host, to his new host, called JiaWei. He went back into the bar to finish the concert for Jia, and smashed the guitar shortly after.
As his band mates as him why, he said nothing. He simply held out his hands, as a new guitar appeared before their eyes, in a burst of flames, before Helios killed them as well.
Two months later, it is roughly midnight. A concert is going on in the middle of a fairly large venue. The moshpit is fairly crowded, with many familiar and unfamiliar faces. The sounds of electric guitar pierce the night air like a pin to a balloon, but somewhat more beautifully. It is heavy metal, but not quite screamo. Half the audience held up lighters, as though the pyrotechnics on stage weren't enough. Judging from the sweat on everyone's faces, and the ammount of ash on the ground, the concert was nearly over.
Jia is about to end the concert with a solo. His guitar was held near his waste, hanging loosely on a guitar strap. It was in fact, his weapon, O Fortuna. A variation of an E chord arpeggio was played, ending the song with said chord. As Jia played the last, he leapt to his feet, and held the guitar out in front of him with his left hand. The next moment, it was set ablaze, a testament to Jia's powers, though to the audience, it was nothing more than a pyrotechincs display.
As the concert ended, Jia could suddenly feel high ammounts of spiritual pressure. Something was about to happen, though Jia was unsure whether this would be a gift or a curse. To himself in Greek, he mumbled "Af̱tó boreí í̱ den boreí na eínai kaló (This might not be good)."