Don Vasco, the blonde son of the fallen angel Azazel, made a deal to live on earth in exchange to be the agent of hell.
He lived through battles-let it be war between Heaven and Hell or World wars, the internal battle he endured from the deaths of t...
Note: the song style of "Toxic" is from the youtube video from above.
Watch the music video for this chapter to make it better. ;D
I worked a bit too hard for this chapter.
--------------------------------------------------------- The lights turned off all of a sudden, making some of the audience gasp. All of the eyes followed the spotlight as it crept to the center stage.
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Don walked up to the stage and grabbed the microphone from the microphone stand. He smiled and greeted the audience. "Bonsoir, I will be your entertainment tonight. You could clap your hands, but I would prefer if you could just rattle your jewelry instead." He jested while he jiggled an imaginary necklace with his hands.
The wealthy crowd quickly took the joke well enough and laughed quietly.
Hooded figures sneaked onto the stage with their instruments. He then started to sing as soon as the crowd grew curious.
"Baby, can't you see..."
Don looked up, dark shadows obscuring his face. The light slowly widened, shrinking the shadows.
"I'm calling.
A guy like you
should wear a warning."
He casually glimpsed at Mallory, then gazed at him with a charming yet dark grin. Mallory tried to appear unfazed, concealing the sudden cold shiver down his spine.
The lights stopped as the shadows shrunk, but the stage was still dim.
"It's dangerous.."
Don tilted his head and smirked.
"...I'm falling."
The spotlight hit the hooded figure who precisely and beautifully played her part at the cello. It swiftly turned off and switched to Don, who closed his eyes and raised his fists.
"There's no escape.
I can't wait."
He opened his eyes gradually with a wistful expression, gracefully flicking his wrist.
"I need a hit.
Baby, give me it."
He caressed the microphone and tilted his head. He grinned seductively, and his eyes sparkled with passion. He smiled coyly at the last line.
