He walked in the room a regular man sitting among the students completely out of place. He didn’t look unusual build-wise, just his style. His long hair looked like it was supposed to be a rainbow, but it was corrupted and robbed of its usual brightness. His clothes were clean, but smelled of concentrated sulfur. Under a stark white trench coat he was dressed fairly well in an all-black vest with purple accents. His pants were black jeans with a barely visible purple hue. He was well kempt and didn’t look too odd. He just didn’t feel right like he was something bigger than what he was. As people started to whisper about him the music started.
It was low at first and no one with their ear buds in could hear it, but a few people could. As they listened the music surrounded them enthralling them, promising everything in sweet tones. The deep bass feeding off their faith while the guitars drew them in, the lyrics distracting them, keeping them blind. The man smiled a perfect smile from behind his dark trimmed beard and mirrored shades.
The Faithful grabbed a person near them and made them listen, infecting them with his song. He stood and went to the center of the room a few Faithful went to dance near Him as the volume escalated. Soon everyone was Faithful and obsessed with basking in His song flooding their souls with its message letting it guide them. He gazed upon his followers with his perfect smile and raised His arms.
The room darkened and the music changed, the Faithful changed with it. Guitars changed to violins and drums to double basses. Dark rainbows danced with the Faithful to sad violins; lightning chasing the deep basses. Everything danced around the smiling man being robbed of their colors, draining into Him. The once bright clothes of His followers becoming dingy and dull with their owners; the owners turning into late forties images of their former selves.
He absorbed their faith and soul, his own colors coming back from their corrupted shades. Dancing rainbows became longer and brighter as they sucked every bit of soul from the Faithful. He fed on the now old Faithful as they struggled to crawl towards their strange bright savior, supplying His hypnotic rock and roll once again. He basked in their worship in the final moment silently calling His rainbows to come to Him. His hair now bright and lustrous, regained its chromatic colors. His trench coat previously white now a rich gray with entrancing gold designs. His vest and jeans now a deep royal purple had gold stitching holding them together against His immense aura which blazed out in golden waves. His mere presence basking over the skin and bones around Him, washing over and almost breaking them with His gold waves. One of the faithful finally tried to touch Him and he disappeared in a chromatic burst, it swirled around the closest Faithful disintegrating them. Severing their connection to Him and left them screaming blind.
Faith ripped away the now old dying students cried. They cried in rage, fear, and loss. As dust from the dead stained with his departing rainbows swirled around them sticking in their tears and throats choking their dying screams. Slowly they fell apart becoming more dust on the wind. The room now empty, once full of life and memories, now choking in dust and smells of sweat and age. If you listen hard enough you’ll hear their screams mimicking His hypnotic rock and roll. A song of hope leading to your demise.
