A Popular Band: Urban Fantasy

"Let me get this straight. He started a band, chose that occult name, and slaved until he wore his fingers to the bone, all so that he could get popular enough to have an auditorium full of people chanting that name?"

"Looks like it."

"Why didn't he just make a flashmob event like the rest of the wannabe demon summoners who need a hundred or so pawns?"

Lenny shrugged. "Maybe he needed the faith, too? Maybe he was just old-skool and didn't follow fads much. There's a good tradition of using music cults to get power."

She shook her head. "And that's the reason why I only listen to obscure bands and never, ever go to concerts!" She looked around her at the path of torn bodies that led up to the stage. "Looks like he may have regretted his approach, too. Isn't that his body up there, impaled on the guitar?"

"Yes and no."

She looked at him. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"

"Depends. How do you feel about sacks of flesh with the skeleton missing?"

"Fuck."


Inspiration: "Dragula" (live) - by Rob Zombie. He gets the crowd chanting "Zombie."
Story Potential: High-ish?
Notes: The voices just started talking in my head. That's usually a good sign.