Ruin

In the middle of The Muses Emporium, the Music Demon appeared from the middle of an ethereal portal and took to the round raised podium. He was surrounded by a pale blue aura that reflected his calm and composed disposition. Being able to take on many appearances, today he presented himself to the audience in the form of a young, appropriately attired, charismatic performer – well suited to be a member of a boyband. His outfit was adorned with moon dust and his shoulder length locks swayed wildly in all directions as he moved his head.

He read his audience carefully; folklore of all kinds. Upon focusing deeply, he was able to see their auras. He didn’t like what he saw. Most of them were emitting a black or red aura that reflected stress, anger, frustration and darkness of their cores. He was not disappointed however. He had firm faith in his music. He would heal them all with the power of his tunes, he was sure of that.

His name was Paulo. Once the dark demon of music, now he was a h