A/N: This is my first fanfic, like, ever, so don't burn me please. I was brushing my teeth and this idea came to me. It was originally going to be a chapter thing about Mark and Roger's eyes, but I didn't feel like writing so much. Maybe I will later. Enjoy!
The pulsing green strobe lights spear from the guitar onstage into the eyes of the crowd, dazzling them with glory of the demi-god before them. It's hard to tell which arm is yours and whose thoughts you're thinking as the music pounds through your skull, one of the only voices that comes through these days. All you see is the crowd screaming your name (whether it's really yours or not), all you feel is the blood in your veins, tainted with the Devil that whispers to you from little white packets, haunts the every step you take.
Through a haze of smoke and booze and need you stumble as the music flees as if it too wishes to be in a world far, far away. Hands reach for you, tug your sweat stroked shirt, brush your tattered arms. Hands reach, but you never feel them. All you feel is the need, the need for the Devil to whisper in your ear, to giveth the sacred fruit only to take it away, then give again in an endless cycle, a chain of lies and pain and blood. He does not care if His caresses leave you without breath, without heartbeat. There are other ears to whisper in, other veins to be kissed. His work is never done, so what should it matter to Him if your ears no longer can listen?
All you see is her arms, kissed as your own, wrap around you, all you feel is the lusty heat as she whispers in your ear. With hair as red as fire and cheeks as pale as snow, she leads you to oblivion. The fire in her hair is akin to the flame, the snow in her cheeks melting as the powder, into her needle, into your blood.
Through a haze of smoke and booze and a race of fever spawning from the sweet fruit, you see her eyes burn with His power, cheeks and eyes and hair alight with the fires of his kingdom as she slips His spear from your poisoned blood. She takes your hand and laughs, kisses your burning lips, her sweet face transformed to a one you give no name.
And so the Devil leads you to damnation.