Maxwell Landon 💀 The Morrigan (monsterismine) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-09-05 18:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | keegan macalister, maxwell landon |
Who: Maxwell Landon and Keegan MacAlister
What: The two gods meet, again.
Where: A closed, underground station in London
When: Backdated to Saturday night, September 3rd, 2016
Warnings: ... TBD.
Everyone who came to see the Morrigan always left different from the person they were when they'd first come that night. What was it that Baal had said, once? We don't get to change, we get to change you. Maybe that had been what Max had been trying to do all along with his music, but now as the Morrigan, it was something he could actually achieve. Since his reincarnation, every show had been the best it possibly could be, there were no mistakes or lackluster performances, no "off" nights. The Morrigan didn't have off nights, every show was their best, and as good as Max had been on his own, there was no contest. He'd never been better than he was tonight, and every other night he'd performed since becoming the Morrigan. There wasn't a fan who disagreed, at least the ones that had loyally followed him from Manchester to London to London's underground.
Just like every other performance, it had started out in darkness. People who had come to watch him perform had to be willing to descend into total darkness once they got past the broken down escalator and make their way through the long, abandoned tunnel, their steps along the tracks lighted by the flashlights only the smartest people thought to bring. The walls of the tunnel were plastered with concert fliers featuring Max's face with the name The Morrigan written under him, no other details about tonight's show other than a face and the name attached. Everyone that needed to know about it already knew, they were the ones who belonged here with him in the dark.
Once they reached the platform the Morrigan would be performing on, all unnatural light went out at once, as if they were willed to. People grew nervous, a few shook their flashlights hoping that would do the trick. For a long, (mostly) silent moment in the dark, everything stilled despite the jitters growing in the young crowd, until there was suddenly a flash of light overhead, briefly illuminating the performer dressed in black, the tattoos of crows flying up his right arm visible in a shirt with no sleeves, dark makeup across his eyes and pale skin. The Morrigan in all his glory as he counted off ("One, two, three, four-"), snapped his fingers, and opened his mouth to sing. His voice brought with him those tendrils of darkness that enveloped everyone, whispering in their ears: We're all going to die, but not yet. With the first note, he brought everyone swiftly into the darkest pit of himself, letting his audience feed off of him and be equally consumed.
It was perhaps many hours later, when the show finally finished. Max never kept track of the time, it was insignificant when you were a god performing live on stage. There was no such thing as time down here, just however long it took for the masses to be sated in all their none-more-goth glory. As he finished, he couldn't even begin to count what show this was anymore, he'd lost count of the number since he'd become a reincarnate. He'd done so many, and not nearly enough, because what if he only had two years to do them in? He had to make each performance count, and yet, part of them always felt that there was something... someone missing. Through the sea of dazed concert goers groping in the dark for the way out, it was as if Max and the Morrigan recognized him at once, the tone of their voice nearly accusatory. "You."