The lights flicker for a moment while the stage is prepped, and Irrelevant waits to make her debut. "For the first time in years." The lights shimmer as they circle the stage, and a tiny glimpse of Irrelevant is shown to the crowd, "The Underworld's famous voice has finally returned." Darkness, "Please, welcome back to the stage... Amari!" The announcer spoke enthusiastically as the crowd cheered, waiting for the lights to hit the stage where she'd appear.
"Thank you, Danny, thank you! I go by Irrelevant now!" She said that last bit rather quickly. "Hello, everyone! It's been so long. I am terribly sorry!" She smiled at the crowd, waving her hands as they clapped, and a couple of people from around the room shouted out their forgiveness. She kissed her hands and blew them into the crowd before grabbing the microphone.
"Down below, where the shadows play.
Where the spirits and bodies decay.
And the Deities come and stay.
In the Twilight.
Echoes of laughter fill the air,
In these depths, we disappear-"
Irrelevant looked at the crowd, swinging around her wrist in a hypnotic motion as wisps of shadows gathered around her and danced along to the music.
"And the shadows, they grow near. You'll never know what hit you.
Won't see us closing in.
Darkness surrounds us; look where you're livin' in.
The sun won't touch your skin.
Let the dark take you away, and let your demons play."
The song faded, and the lights cut out. When they turned on, Irrelevant winked at the crowd as she went backstage to grab herself a glass of water. "I know y'all missed me, but I came back for one song and one song only. I'm very sorry, loves." She placed the microphone back into its stand, jumped off the stage, and ruffled her hair after she regained her posture. Once she pulled herself together, she weaseled her way through the crowd to the back of the bar, where only a small group of people sat watching the mosh pit form by the stage. "More, more, more!" They cheered, begging for an encore. With a faint smile, Irre turned her head back to the stage. As she looked, the memory of her life in the mortal realm came back, and she turned away once more and walked back to the bar.
"Another shot of tequila, please, that or vodka. Whatever you think will take the pain away." A young man sat at the bar with his head in his hand as he watched the individuals dancing and talking amongst themselves, jealous of their enthusiasm.
"You alright, sir?" The bartender asked.
"I'm fine, just another shot, please. Strongest liquor, and go!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose just as Irrelevant walked up and took the seat right next to him. He barely looked up before she spoke.
"I'd like a shot of whiskey, please, and make it neat," she said confidently.
"Got a strong taste for a- Amari?" Irre turned her head to the man beside her, staring at him like she'd seen a ghost. The man beside her was Hades, someone she hadn't spoken to since she left for the mortal realm all those years ago. He looked different; he had gained weight and even changed his style of outfit. He wore a black suit instead of his usual sweatpants and a hoodie.
"Hades? What are you doing here? I didn't take you for a bar guy!" Irre looked at him excitedly as the bartender set their glasses in front of them. Without hesitation, Irre took her glass and shot the drink down her throat, slamming the glass back onto the table for another round. "It's been so long!" She giggled.
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The Fall of Olympus
AksiAmari was there during the fall of Kronos and when Zeus made his deal with Nyx. But while she adjusts back into the life of a goddess, danger lurks around every corner. Nymphs have been going missing, gods have been turning up dead, and a mysterious...
