FORTUNE FAVOURS ELYSIA | ᴀᴅᴀᴍ x ʟᴜᴛᴇ

7 | SUBLIME

𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙴'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅—

The neon signs all blurred together into an array of obnoxious colours, headache inducing. The Sunken District is more overwhelming than I could have imagined. I'd expect partying in heaven to be extravagant, but not sleazy. If someone had no context on what realm they were in, they'd likely believe that they are still on Earth. The sky had a bloody crimson tinge to it, the stars still making themselves visible as they shone down onto the crowded street below, composing of drunken angels and street performers.

I was relaxed in the passenger seat of Vaggie's car, one of very few vehicles I saw the road. In the Sunken District, we were the only vehicle actively driving on the road, with the rest of the room being taken up by angels on foot. Most of the time it was trucks with cargo to carry between locations in and out of the city, not many angels had a car for personal reasons. Vaggie tells me she enjoys collecting in her free time, and that this cherry red car is her prized possession. I'm not sure what type of vehicle it is, other than the fact it is a two door with popup headlights, and a nice sounding exhaust.

My gaze remains fixated out the window, watching at the faces as they passed by. Without failure, every single person on the street looked at least happy. There was never a frowning face in Heaven— besides from me it seems, and it all made me wonder if any of these people were capable of having a shit day. There was a certain lack of authenticity with how heaven has promoted itself to be a paradise where everyone is at peace and joyful, or maybe I had just been dealt a rare but otherwise horrible hand.

Vaggie's voice snaps me back out of my own head, as we slow down in front of this one venue with a bright yellow neon lettering that read 'THE DIVINE.' Two blue wings surrounded the words, alongside a tiny little pink animated halo on top of the E. A few people were stood outside of the venue, having a cigarette or engaged in conversation. My social battery already felt so drained.

The car pulls over to curbside parking just a block down from The Divine. As the car comes to a halt, she takes out the keys and we both step out into the warm night.

These boots are strange to walk in, with the platform it had. I nearly trip stepping up onto the concrete, yet regain my balance by leaning my weight onto the light post right beside me.

Vaggie is giggling at me, "Wow, Lute. It's probably a good thing I didn't give you heels."

A smile spread across my face, "Like these are any better?"

"You'll get used to it..." Vaggie is at my side now, and we begin to walk down the street towards the venue. My eyes could barely gaze upwards to look at anyone, eye contact only made my anxiety worse. It was a reminder how I've never been used to this type of crowd, even on Earth. Vaggie was here, at least, and a chance to see how fucking stupid Adam's alter ego looked.

Upon second thought, being a rockstar totally suited his egotistical and whore-ish self.

Vaggie opted to cover both of our tickets, which was nice because I was stupid enough to forget my wallet. I'll cover her next time, certainly. We entered through the main doors, the scent of cheap cigarettes and even cheaper perfume lingering through the air. There was already live music playing, and figures on stage. Through the dark room, the hazy crowd of people, and the brightly coloured spotlights, there was a band playing already. It was a mixture of metal and punk it seemed, and God, was it ever loud.

I love loud music, don't get me wrong, but this entire atmosphere was already getting overwhelming to me.

Vaggie and I found a spot near the middle side, ten metres off from the stage. As we got closer, weaving through the crowd, the vocalist and lead guitarists face became more visible. He stood out among the rest, with the others wearing masks vaguely like the ones the exorcists wear. They had horns but completely blank faces, alongside red accents.