I do not own Darkstalker but this story is all mine!
Chapter 1
Lord Raptor, a name that will leave the girls forever screaming for wanting be with him and the men screaming for wanting to be him. Thirteen years ago Zabel Zarock received a strange book that changed his life forever, inside the book were key instructions on how to prepare a curse to gain ultimate power from the demon world. At first Zabel had no idea to fulfill this curse because of its requirement of so many human sacrifices and years of careful planning, then he had an idea. He took the words from the book and turned them into lyrics for a new genre of music he dubbed 'Heavy Metal'. Changing his name to Lord Raptor his goal of ultimate power was set into motion, of course he had to start small like opening for more well known names and playing at small parties. After awhile Raptor became a little restless thanks to his little episode with Charles Wallace forcing him to take up a new 'hobby', and boy is he good at it.
Eventually he made his first album, although it didn't sell in numbers Raptor gained a lot of support from his new fans. His second album was a hit, selling 200,000 copies in a month then after three months it reached one million sold copies. His first memorial live album 'Tripper' gathered 60,000 people, 400 of them fell unconscious, 18 people got heart attacks, 2 of which died. After that incident he was arrested but was released the next day because it could not be proven that it was his fault, the police have been keeping a close eye on him ever since. Raptor's next album 'Fangorra' contained nothing but silence in the first 16 seconds, he placed a curse so whoever listened to it became brainwashed. After thirteen years of waiting and becoming a music legend known all around the world, the final stage of Lord Raptor's plan was coming to an end.
We find Lord Raptor backstage at his latest gig tuning his guitar, preparing himself for what most likely be his final performance. Raptor's appearance didn't change all that much, he still has that tall and skinny frame, he gained a few more muscles thanks to his new favorite 'pass-time' and he still has long wavy hair. Then his manager entered, Robert Johnson was a tall lanky man with a thick mustache and he wore a very slick suit. Johnson was almost as greedy and self centered as Raptor's previous manager, and look at how well he turned out.
"Raptor, baby, nice to see you how long has it been?", asked Robert in a cheery tone and a large smile on his face, Raptor never thought he could hate someone even more than Charles.
"Nice t' see y' too Rob", Raptor said with obvious disdain in his voice, something that unfortunately did go unnoticed by Robert.
"Listen Raptor we need to talk", Robert said with that irritating smile never faltering.
''Ere we go', thought Raptor while rolling his eyes.
"I have been meaning to question your judgment. Every gig we go to you always make these strange business deals, even now for what could have been a real money maker you only decided to sell 100 tickets! If you keep making these irrational decisions we will never make any money!", during Robert's little speech Raptor picked up his white practice guitar and started to strum a few chords.
"Y' obviously won' understand my reasons fo' doin' wha' I do even if I told y'", Raptor said while playing his guitar. "But if y' must know I wanted one 'undred tickets sold 'cause it is all part of th' plan", Robert just stared at him with confusion.
"Plan? What plan?", Robert asked earning a small chuckle from Raptor.
"Why th' plan fo' ultimate power of course", Raptor replied making it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. "Durin' th' concert I plan t' sacrifice m' fans t' th' demon lords of th' afterlife!", Raptor screamed while laughing like a maniac. "By th' end of th' day I will be a God!", Raptor finished and stared at Robert's shocked expression.
"You're insane!" yelled Robert while pointing an accusing finger at him. "You are talking about mass genocide here, do you even realize how many people you plan on wiping out? How do you even plan on killing all these people?", he asked thinking he figured out Raptor's so called plan.
"Oh I know 'ow many people I will be wipin' out, a total of one 'undred", Raptor's smirk grew wider as he said that. "But I'm afraid y' won' be able t' find out 'ow I did it", this last statement threw Robert for a loop.
"What are you-", then it hit him, Rob turned around and looked all around backstage and what came to his sights surprised him. There was no one there. Robert and Raptor were all alone, there was no stage crew, no bouncers, and even the rest of the newly acquired band members were missing.
Robert sensed a tall presence behind him and it said, "I need one 'undred sacrifices exactly an' excluding m'self there is currently one 'undred an' one".
Rob turned back around and was met with Lord Raptor's practice guitar right in the face, a sickening crack was heard from Rob's skull. He fell to the ground writhing in pain and clutching his broken face, he looked up and saw a blurred version of Raptor holding the guitar above his head. Then it came crashing down, Raptor repeatedly bashed Rob's face in with the guitar until the guitar's neck broke from the abuse. Raptor inspected Rob's lifeless body, his face a bloody and purple mess, you couldn't tell if it was him even if you tried.
Raptor smiled at his work and walked over to a case on the other side of the backstage, inside was his favorite guitar. It was a simple electric guitar, the front style was the Union Jack symbol like the British flag and the back was dark blue to show that the complete style is based off the Australian flag. His pants had a small Union Jack patch on his right leg whereas the rest of his pants was dark blue, some people nowadays are still too stupid to make the connection.
Over the course of Raptor's career he managed to teach himself how to maintain a concert if he ever found himself without a stage crew. He made sure he timed everything carefully, the beginning he knows will be magnificent to the audience and he doesn't care how dull the rest will get. If all things go according to plan he will have one hundred lifeless bodies to clean up before the song will be even halfway over.
On cue all manner of stage lights, lasers, fog machines, and flamethrowers activated receiving both shock and awe from the audience. Raptor advanced onto the stage seeing that no one noticed he was there, 'As expected', Raptor thought chuckling to himself. As all the special effects on the stage started to dim down people started to notice a cloaked figure in the middle of the stage. Raptor saw all eyes on him and dropped the cloak he wears every time he goes on stage, he lifted his guitar into the air and yelled, "Are y' ready t' rock!".
With various screams of approval Lord Raptor began playing the finisher of his career, a song he happily name 'Sacrifice'.
'Poetic justice indeed'
A few seconds into the song to Raptor's dismay nothing seemed to be happening, thanks to it being a heavy metal song no one could tell by his voice that he was really irritated. He started to believe all his hard work for the past thirteen years was all for nothing, until he looked up. What he noticed was clouds making a circular formation but what didn't make sense was that this was an indoor concert. The clouds began to rotate faster, in the middle of this formation something that looked like a portal to Raptor began to open. With newly obtained excitement he kept on singing the chant with more enthusiasm then he noticed one of the audience members started to look paler than normal. The blood was literally being drained from that man's body and then Raptor watched as the guy's visible soul flew out of his body and into the vortex, the person's body just fell to the ground dead. Then it started happening to someone else then someone else and someone else, it kept repeating until everyone was laying dead on the ground.
After the song was over and all the sacrifices were given the portal was still in the sky and nothing seemed to be happening. Raptor stood there waiting for something, anything but nothing came so he instantly thought something was wrong. He looked into the crowd.
'1...2...10...33...62', as this went on Raptor didn't notice the clouds moving towards his position. '96...97...98...99-', but to his horror there was no one else, he recounted again to see if he made a mistake but it came out ninety-nine again and again.
Raptor looked up and saw the vortex floating right above him, he was unfortunately going to have to be the final sacrifice. He closed his eyes waiting for his blood to drain and for his soul to be sucked out of his body, but that never came. What did come was the portal shot down a red light that surrounded his whole body, he was feeling unimaginable pain and it was only getting worse. He stared at his hands in horror as he watched his fingers protruding from his fingerless gloves beginning to decay. He looked at his shirtless body and noticed it was decaying as well, his whole body was having his flesh stripped from it. The horrible burning sensation kept going until he was nothing but bone, the skeleton collapsed to the ground and in the middle of the pile was Lord Raptor's signature guitar.
Then there was silence.
Elsewhere...
We now come to a dark chamber which had a very medieval style to it, the large twin doors of this chamber opened and revealed a short, chubby, and purple creature. This thing had a large singular eyeball and an even bigger mouth, it spoke, "My master, the deed is done".
In the shadows a very large figure sat on a thrown looking down at his subject with cold blood red eyes, the figure grew a smile showing rows of sinister sharp teeth.
'Finally'
