The lights in the Blood Ballroom dimmed to nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then came the sound\u2014 The masquerade crowd buzzed with anticipation, faces hidden behind lace masks and antlers, leather bird-beaks and porcelain skulls. Cloaks rustled. Someone clutched a plush raven. Another held up a candle. Some fans were fully weeping before the show even started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n BOOM.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire stage lit up in a blood-red flash<\/strong>, and Feral Eclipse erupted<\/em> out of the shadows like beasts born from the dark itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel launched forward first\u2014bass slung low, tail snapping, teeth flashing. The crowd SCREAMED as he tore into the opening riff of \u201cMoonlit Mercy\u201d<\/strong>, his signature melodic snarl rippling through the rafters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie stormed in behind him, voice like velvet and thunder, black feathers in her hair, mic in one hand and a skull-handled cane in the other, owning every inch of that ancient stone stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico, Jonah, and Maya slammed into their parts like clockwork chaos\u2014flashing lights illuminating their silhouettes in streaks of red, purple, and ghost-white strobe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And behind it all\u2026 Thane<\/strong>, standing like a storm in stillness at the sound console tucked into the shadows. His claws danced across sliders and pads, summoning lightning<\/em> through the speakers\u2014every drop of delay, every thump of bass, his to command.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The music built. Grew teeth. Fangs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the crowd, fans were losing their minds \u2014 swooning, moshing in velvet, fake fainting onto chaise lounges.<\/em> Someone was actually howling<\/em> in time with the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Midway through \u201cBlack Chapel Howl,\u201d<\/strong> Gabriel leapt to the coffin by the side of the stage, throwing his head back and unleashing a deafening bass solo that sent tremors through the floor. Fog machines hissed, and the lighting strobed like lightning cracking across a graveyard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And yes \u2014 YES \u2014 someone in a top hat and Dracula cape actually fainted<\/em> into Lord Alaric, who was once again screaming Latin at the chandeliers.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n At the climax of \u201cCathedral Claws,\u201d<\/strong> Cassie raised her mic, howling into the darkness \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI see you, midnight beasts!<\/em> And the entire crowd howled back.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands of fans. A perfect storm of leather, eyeliner, and love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After the final chord:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The stage went dark again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the crowd didn\u2019t stop screaming. They didn\u2019t even breathe.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The band gathered center stage, all panting, glistening, electrified with post-set adrenaline. Gabriel\u2019s chest heaved, bass strap hanging off one shoulder. Cassie\u2019s lipstick was smeared. Jonah had cracked a drumstick mid-song and looked like he\u2019d been in a bar fight with a banshee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Backstage, five minutes later:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark handed Gabriel a water bottle and muttered, \u201cYou missed a string on the second verse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel just laughed. \u201cYou noticed?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBarely,\u201d Thane said from across the room. \u201cI had it EQ\u2019d out by the time it hit the house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah collapsed onto a couch with a groan. \u201cI think I pulled something during that double kick drop. Possibly a soul.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie, still glowing with sweat and glitter, just grinned. \u201cWe turned a masquerade into a mosh pit. That\u2019s gotta be a first.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The lights in the Blood Ballroom dimmed to nothing. Then came the sound\u2014Not music.Not yet.Just the soft, haunting drip drip drip of water echoing through ancient pipes. 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Not music.
Not yet.
Just the soft, haunting drip drip drip<\/em> of water echoing through ancient pipes. Thunder low in the distance. The eerie chime of a warped music box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
I hear your hunger rise!<\/em>
Then LET. IT. FEAST!!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
Every single one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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