INT. TATTERDEMALION STAGE - NIGHT
A fog rolls over the dark stage floor. Low bass sounds rumble. Slowly, The Putrefication Principle emerges. They look even grosser under the harsh stage lights.
Bathed in the green glow, the sounds slowly transform into a song. The band members writhe as they play the sludgey tune.
Ivor takes the mic, making guttural noises that pass for singing. The audience pays quiet attention.
IVOR
(singing)
Filthy refuse born of man
Bodies black and gory
They will feel the power surge
They will taste our glory
IN THE AUDIENCE
A group of THREE HARDCORE FEMALE FANS (early 20s) move their bodies to the emerging beat.
At the center of the group, a SCANTILY CLAD METAL FAN (mid 20s) stares intently at the band. She wears a tight Putrefication Principle tank top.
SCANTILY CLAD METAL FAN
Ivor... oh my God... you’re such a fucking god...
ON STAGE
The song grows. Its primal beat and minor chords surge with a dark power.
Ivor puts the mic into its stand. He turns away from the audience, facing his band. They look to him.
Inside Ivor’s shirt, a GREEN LIGHT pulses. He reaches in and gives his bandmates a menacing look.
IN THE AUDIENCE
The faces in the crowd change from joy... to confusion... to fear. Something strange is happening in front of them.
ON STAGE
The Putrefication Principle continues playing, but the song has turned into a plodding dirge. Their faces look strange - the four band members wear maniacal grins.
Fog surrounds the band members, caressing each one up to their heads.
Ivor pulls out the glowing Amulet and holds it over his head.
IVOR
(chanting into microphone)
From the power
Of the serpent’s breath
Let all bear witness
To the servants of death!
The amulet glows bright, shooting beams into each band member. The fog raises their convulsing bodies into the air.
PP BASSIST
Is this... how it’s supposed to work?
IVOR
Doesn't matter! Tonight - we rule contesth!
IN THE AUDIENCE
From what the crowd can make out through the fog, something is clearly wrong on stage.
A couple METAL FANS (20s) in particular look distressed.
OBESE METAL FAN
That doesn’t seem right.
HAIRY METAL FAN
No it don’t.
ON STAGE
The bodies of The Putrefication Principle bend and bulge in obscene directions. The fog grows, completely enveloping their bodies.
The music blares, then fades. The club falls silent.
The fog begins dissipating. Slowly, forms emerge - and the audience sees that the band has transformed into REPULSIVE, PUSS-SPEWING, HORNED AND TAILED DEMONS!
Ivor Demon and his Demonic bandmates look themselves over. They shake their clawed fists and curse garbled English.
They walk toward the front edge of the stage, still getting used to their new bodies.
PP DRUMMER
We wasn’t shpossed ta change!
Ivor steps up to the mic.
IVOR DEMON
I can taste our victory!
His voice is a deep, distorted gurgle. His oversized fangs get in the way of his tongue. His bandmates cackle.
IN THE AUDIENCE
The confused audience members begin smiling as well. They’re impressed!
OBESE METAL FAN
Dude...
HAIRY METAL FAN
...that’s fuckin’ wicked dude!
IN THE BACKSTAGE AREA
Arden and his bandmates watch the stage, analyzing.
Arden shakes his head and kicks the wall.
ARDEN
That’s fuckin’ bullshit, man! We can’t compete with effects like that!
F.F.
You think they’re using holograms?
TURK
Nah. Probably prosthetics.
RICHIE
I was thinkin’ animatronics...
They keep watching the Demons.
IN THE AUDIENCE
The Scantily Clad Metal Fan pushes her way through the crowd toward the stage. Her two friends follow behind.
SCANTILY CLAD METAL FAN
Ivor, you just blew my fucking mind.
She reaches the edge of the stage. Ivor Demon and the other Demons notice her.
Scantily Clad Metal Fan pulls herself up onto the stage. The Demons slowly close in around her.
SCANTILY CLAD METAL FAN
(to her friends)
Quick! Get a shot of me with the band in costume!
The Demons get even closer. Scantily Clad Metal Fan looks over her shoulder, shivering with excitement as the monstrous band surrounds her.
SCANTILY CLAD METAL FAN
Oh my fucking God! I can’t believe I’m actually on stage with The Putrefication Principle!
She holds out her arms, offering the Demon band a place to embrace her.
The Demons look at each other, malice in their yellow eyes. Ivor Demon cocks his head, examining the girl’s flesh. He looks curiously amused.
One of Scantily Clad Metal Fan’s friends aims a cell phone. She smiles and snaps a few photos.
SCANTILY CLAD METAL FAN
This is my ultim--
Ivor Demon lunges forward and CHOMPS into Scantily Clad Metal Fan’s exposed midsection.
His fangs take a deep, bloody bite of her, fully removing a huge chunk of her torso that he quickly devours.
There’s a moment’s pause as the crowd realizes - THESE ARE REAL DEMONS! Everyone runs like maniacs away from the stage and toward the front entrance.