Beastly

One.

"Wha- What are you?!"  He's trembling, little lip wobbling and scrabbling backwards trying to back himself into a non-existent corner.  "Where am I?"

"Geez, I thought that would be obvious?  Talk about learning to read a room..."  I gesture a spirited hand around, I mean I am pretty proud of this place after all.  His eyes bulge as they follow my fingers, taking in his surroundings for what looks like the first time. 

They scan the inferno, widening as they drop downwards from the balcony behind him to the source of the piercing screams.  Oh yeah, it's all going on down there in the depths below but only pleasant background noise from up here, my little slice of paradise where I survey the madness like the kooky conductor I am.  Cavernous, dark, haunting, it's just the way I like it.  I mean shit, it's only taken me eternity so far.  But that's my fault though I suppose, I am so prone to flights of whimsy.

"Any ideas yet?  Let me give you a clue..."

Okay so I'll give him a hand - yes I know that IS so nice of me!  It's not like it's any effort and yeah, I guess I want to show off.  In a flash, my supple, pale skin begins to sallow from toe to head, cracking and turning scale-like, a look of dried ink.  My perfectly manicured nails split, the sound a sharp crack of a whip, sprouting forth talons black as night and sharp as blades.  Shame though - those nails were the perfect shade of mauve, it's gonna take me ages to get them right again.

He is more transfixed on what's going on over my body though, where my typically dark attire has disappeared to display a naked, now-scaled female form.  I have a real affinity for females at the moment, I just love the tits and ass, exuding all that sensuality.  But not to be sidetracked by my own hot body I carry on, the horns of a ram breaking through my skull and my eyes turning from a dazzling, sky blue to a black hole of perpetual misery.  Sure it's a fun look - quintessential you might say - fucking terrifying or so I've heard - but I much prefer the sex appeal and the way their jaws drop.  Who can blame then, I mean did you see me?!

"Want to hazard a guess now, mortal?"  He just blinks, stunned to silence like a complete dumbass - not that he's had much to say so far anyway.  I'd expected more from this one, the dullard.

"Nothing? Really?!  Fine, if I must..."  A quick switch has my skin flushing a pillar box red as I waggle the end of a freshly grown tail in his face, complete with the little forked arrow and everything.  "Come onnn, you must know now!  This is how you all picture me up there, right?"  I'm posing my ass off here and no reaction at all.  Absolutelyyy nothing.  Not even a gasp or a cheer, tough fucking crowd.   

"Oh?  Do you not want to play?"  He's starting to bore me a little bit now, my frustration coming out with my lower register, rumbling throughout the room and shaking right down into his little quakey bones.  It snaps him from whatever trance he was stuck in, like he was staring right through me - rude - but now he's back in the room.

The panic is making him sweat, or in his defence it might just be the heat down here.  Either way there are droplets running down his temples as he tries to articulate all the thoughts in his little brain.  Oh, let's see what he's got coming.. 

"Wait..this is a dream, r-r-right?" Bright whites blazing and darting from me, to the flames, to the never ending black abyss above.  Sorry baby boy it's a long way up... "This can't be real.  It's n-not real.  This can't be happening!" 

He screeches worse than a banshee and I'm beginning to wonder if he is as good looking as I'd first thought when I plucked him from the pile of new recruits.  I just assumed he'd be more entertaining, the charismatic frontman with a dramatic flair, and yet it seems I still have to go through all this bloody rigmarole.  Serves me right for being a sucker for men in bedazzled jumpsuits.