After slaying (see Chapter One regarding word usage) some guy named Mike, Asmodeus
assumed a form that more closely resembles what you mortals would typically recognize as
“human.” Condensing himself into roughly the size of a human brain, Asmodeus was able to
hide inside Mike’s skull cavity, thus taking control of his body. Essentially, Mike’s corpse was
reduced to a virtual flesh-puppet manipulated by a rock inside of his head.
The band soon met with this person calling himself Asmodeus and, being desperate for a front-
man after the mysterious and untimely disappearance of Petrus, welcomed him into the band.
Now that they had acquired a new “singer,” Clad In Darkness was granted admission to Los
Cazos, the Land of Gourmet Mexicana. This was part Of Creidhne’s master plan. Creidhne,
being a god and all, knew he had enemies inside of the Land of Gourmet Mexicana. Another
band, this one fronted by a half-man/half-rooster creature and hypocritically devoted to a
lesser deity was also to share the floor with Clad In Darkness that night. This band was
known as Eve Did Sam Nice.
Creidhne wanted nothing more than for a feud to develop that night. In his reasoning, if Clad
In Darkness were in fact True, they would reign victorious over his enemies. He figured that
if not, he is the god of metal, so he could probably just smite them or something. After all, he
thought, he doesn’t really need Clad In Darkness; he is just a sadistic bastard that enjoys
toying with some band that no one cares about.
It turned out that Eve Did Sam Nice did not like the troll at all. They really had no reason to,
but then again, no one really likes trolls. I guess they’re too ugly. Trolls are definitely less sexy
than Coy, although the outcome of that poll is still suspect. Anyway, the rival religious band
Eve Did Sam Nice did not like the troll because he was not sexy enough to appeal to them.
Um… yeah.
After both bands had taken the floor and performed, Creidhne’s enemies rushed Clad In
Darkness in hopes of exorcising them from Los Cazos. Luckily, the troll, John, Coy and the
Skull-splitter were able to escape the wrath of Rooster Man and his religious goons. However,
the crowd of raving hypochristians soon engulfed Asmodeus in a mass invocation of their
deity. Sadly, this divine summoning was a success and its holy power shattered Asmodeus in
a shower of rocks and sacrilege, leaving Mike’s body headless. It was the second messiest act
of divination in the history of Chic—I mean Norway. Having now lost two “singers,” Clad In
Darkness retreated from the public eye.
Creidhne is very displeased with Clad In Darkness at the moment, as they not only failed him,
but also now have to hunt for another vocalist, yet again. He also had other plans for
Asmodeus, which now will never see the light… or dark. I think dark sounds better; light just
isn’t true and it certainly is not necro in the slightest. Anyway, now that Asmodeus was
destroyed, Creidhne could not put his other plans into motion.
As he sits wherever he sits, the god of metal stares down on the pitiful world of untrue
mortals and wonders that, perhaps Eve Did Sam Good was not his only enemy that performed
on that cold, rainy evening….