The Ballad of Rathiah

The Ballad of Rathiah

by BkingKat

all songs written and property of BkingKat

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This fanfic contains original songs, written by me (BkingKat), and any resemblance to existing songs are purely coincidental.

As far as being able to perform these songs go, I lack musical instrument skills, so the lyrics are written. However, you can get a feel of what Rathiah’s music/vocals sound like by looking at the description below. Anyone who has guitar/instrument skills that wants to put the lyrics to actual music is welcome to let me know. I’d love to hear the lyrics put to music, and I’d give you proper credit for it as well.

As for Rathiah’s music, it is dark, hardcore heavy metal style, with a touch of goth and alternative rock. To best describe Rathiah and his music, and who he resembles the most, use the following formula:

Rathiah and his music, including vocals and guitar, are a combination of the following artists, all evenly distributed: Ozzy Osbourne, Rob Zombie, Korn, Metallica, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Nickleback, Papa Roach, Alice Cooper, Aerosmith and Bon Jovi.

So it’s safe to say that he and his band are about 10% of each of these artists, in music, guitar and vocals. He’s the most hardcore Lunatac rock superstar you’ll ever come across.

Well that’s all, enjoy the fanfic J

Well hello there, I’m very pleased you could make it. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Many of my fans painfully long to meet me, so consider yourself privileged. But this is the first time someone has taken the time to really get to know me, to know who I am, to know what fuels my being, to know how my success came to be, but most of all…..to know the most painful suffering I’ve been subject to in my life, which will lead you to the deepest, darkest, most burning hatred that surrounds my heart.

Well, what are you waiting for, come along, and take a look into the abyss that is my soul…..if you dare

The most important day in the history of my life, began 3 nights ago. I remember we were on the planet Zoldaar-13, a haven for my kind of people; mindless, drug-downing, loud, and evil degenerates the universe has ever seen. This was out of CONTROL’s jurisdiction, so nothing was forbidden. The place was practically overrun with anarchy, thus the gathering of such heathens, as some would call them. Some of them were my biggest fans, who traveled from as far as the Ytrok galaxy just to see me, I felt so special. Some of them were native criminals to the planet, some of them from nearby planets and galaxies. For a few of them, they had the privilege of seeing me in person for the first time, after hearing all my albums. There were even a couple who had never heard of me until now, and just stopped by to see my show for themselves. But the majority, as I was pleased to see, were my own kind….Lunatacs. It warmed my little black heart to see so many of them, who traveled from the moons, just to see me; Gravitons, Darklings, Lunars, Hyperaudios, Icelings….but most of all, my most favorite, and my own kind as well…..the Psis. There were even a few Mutants from Plun-Daar to see me as well, but the sight of many of my loyal Lunatac brethren gathered to see me was the icing on the cake. I had truly become a galactic sensation.

"RATHIAH! RATHIAH! RATHIAH! RATHIAH! RATHIAH! RATHIAH! RATHIAH! RATHIAH!"

They chant my name over and over again, and such has become my mantra. I never tire of hearing it spoken from the masses.

The crowd waited patiently for an hour or 3, as a couple of quasi-popular, unfamiliar cover bands from various parts of the universe played, and kept them entertained until it was time for the big show. I loved to keep them on their toes. For once they saw me perform, they realize it was well worth the suspense and anticipation. After all, I rock the hell out of the galaxy. I watch the crowd from our band starship, and the last cover band leaves, and the roadies start to set up our own equipment.

I pop a Iklory, and down it with some Graviton vodka, then I wait for the effects to take hold. There’s nothing like doing a show under the influence of Iklory. About a half an hour later, and you’ll be flying. It has the same effects as a strange drug known as "ecstasy" on some planets, yet is about 100X more powerful, makes you more receptive to the energy around you, and heightens your energy and adrenaline level. Once you’ve had Iklory, you’ve never felt more alive in your life, and you never want it to end.

"They kick in yet?" my road manager, asks me.

"Not just yet." I tell him. "Give me about 15 more minutes, and then I’ll be ready to go."

I was right. 15 minutes later, I start to feel the aura of energy starting, and I’m ready to go. I beckon the other members of the band, and they take their positions onstage.

As soon as my band members get onstage, the crowd starts to cheer. The smoke and sparks from the special effect shoot out wildly, making them scream harder. Roadies toss them drugs of all kinds, but particularly Iklory, and they make good use of it. The mantra doesn’t cease, but grows, and their thirst for my presence grows like flame. So, flame is what they get. The stage rumbles, and breaks in the center, shooting debris into the air and into the crowd. They eagerly catch it, which they treasure as a souvenir they’ll cherish for all time. Out of the hole erupts a large stream of flame, reaching all the way up to the stage lights. In the center of the flames, I arise on my platform from the bottom up, filling in the space in the stage. As soon as the platform stops, the flames cease, and an eruption of lightning effects can be seen, driving them wild. Once the lightning is gone, all they see is me, smoke rising behind me. They cheer with all their hearts for me, and I step up to the microphone in front of me, and give them what they want.

"HELLO MY FOLLOWERS! SO GLAD YOU’RE ALL HERE TO SERVE MY WILL!"

The crowd cheers like mad.

"NOW IS THE TIME TO SUCCUMB TO MY POWER! ARE YOU READY TO SUCCUMB?!"

As the crowd cheers wild cheers of approval, I start to jam wildly on my guitar, playing the first few riffs of my hit song "MINE". At the end of my guitar, near the frets, is my psychic orb, which intensifies my natural abilities as a Psi Lunatac. As I play my guitar, the orb pulsates with lightning-like energy, and the energy is emitted onto the crowd, not only making them succumb to anything I might ask them, but makes their spirits and energy soar.

"YOU WILL ALL GIVE IN! YOU WILL ALL BOW BEFORE ME, YOU WILL ALL BE MIIIIIIIIIIINE!"

They scream loud approvals, and then, I am about to sing a song I wrote entitled MINE. This is one of my greatest hits, and it’s the fuel for my fire when reaching the crowd. As I sing the song, their obedience and devotion towards me grows, and as I play my guitar, the energy from my orb amplifies all emotions of the crowd. When I wrote this song, I knew I had to think of something that would make the crowd burn for me, for them to feel my music, and be helpless to my every whim. And so, I created the masterpiece that is MINE, and you are about to hear it in all its glory and power.

As the screams reach midway, just before they peak, I jam on my guitar, getting the crowd wilder, and start to sing MINE.

THERE IS NO WAY OUT, THERE IS NO ESCAPE

YOU ONLY KNOW PAIN IF YOU FIGHT IT

BUT WHY SHOULD YOU RUN, WHEN THE FEELING’S SO GREAT

YOUR HELPLESSNESS MAKES YOU EXCITED

YOUR TREMBLING

I’M BENDING

YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS TO SUIT MY EVERY DARK DESIRE

MINE!

I AM YOUR ONLY SALVATION

MINE!

THROUGH DARK REINCARNATION

MINE!

YOUR WILL, YOUR SOUL, YOUR SPIRIT

ALL MINE!

MINE!

FOREVER AND ALWAYS

MIIIIIINE!

Not even halfway through the song, and the cheering intesifies. The looks on their faces are looks of need, of complete and utter dependence, like their life depends upon my music. I look into the eyes of the crowd, and I savor every moment of it. They live for me, and I live for them living for me.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! IS THIS WHAT YOU CAME FOR?! IS THIS WHAT IS FEEDS YOUR VERY BEING?!"

The cheers can only get louder, as I finish the rest of the song.

:::TRANSITIONAL GUITAR LEADS INTO NEXT VERSE:::

YOU DON’T STAND A CHANCE, YOU DON’T HAVE A PRAYER

I’M YOUR ONLY IDOL OF MERCY

MY DAGGERS OF CONTROL, STILL STICK IN YOUR HEART

COMPASSION IS THE KEY TO LIVE FREELY

GIVE UNTO ME

I’LL GIVE UNTO YOU

MY BEING BURNS ETERNALLY WITHIN YOUR SKIN

MINE!

I’M YOUR ONLY OBSESSION

MINE!

DESPAIR IN MY DEPRESSION

MINE!

I LIVE AND BREATHE TO THRILL YOU

YOU’RE MINE!

MINE!

HOPELESSLY DEFENSELESS

MIIIIIINE!

At the end of the second verse, I jam wildly on my guitar with the musical measures that follow it. The energy from the orb at the end of my guitar radiates and pulsates as harder and brighter than before. Once the 9 measures of guitar music are finished, it is time to finish the song.

IS IT SATISFACTION YOU DESIRE

WELL THEN SATISFY ME

I’LL ENSLAVE YOU IN HELLFIRE

THROUGH ME YOU ARE SET FREE

THE BLOOD, THE PAIN, THE AGONY, THE AVARICE

IT’S WORTH IT ALL IN THE END

ONLY THEN WILL YOU FIND SUSTINENCE

AND I CAN CALL YOU FRIEND

FRIEND OR FOE?

I’M YOUR OVERLORD NOW

AND YOU ARE MY AUTOMATONS

BEFORE ME YOU SHALL BOW

BECOMING

MINE!

I AM YOUR ONLY SALVATION

MINE!

THROUGH DARK REINCARNATION

MINE!

YOUR WILL, YOUR SOUL, YOUR SPIRIT

ALL MINE!

MINE!

ABSOLUTELY

MINE!

I’M YOUR ONLY OBSESSION

MINE!

DESPAIR IN MY DEPRESSION

MINE!

I LIVE AND BREATHE TO THRILL YOU

YOU’RE MINE!

MINE!

FOREVER AND ALWAYS

MINE!

HOPELESSLY DEFENSELESS

MINE!

JADED AND RELENTLESS

MINE!

YOU!

ARE!

MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

A final strike on my mighty guitar, and the song is finished. The crowd cheers, and I bow for them, beckoning their cheers even more with my hands. The mantra resumes, and it feeds my desire to jump to the most exciting part of the show, but I know that I must wait, for the anticipation is everything. After all, the "performers" may not have been rounded up yet. So until that time, I’ll continue to crank out the usual jams.

"YOU ARE ALL MY SOUL! YOUR OBEDIENCE FEEDS MY HUNGRY SOUL, AND MAKES ME MORE POWERFUL THAN EVER BEFORE! LET ME HEAR MY SOUL CRY OUT!"

The crowd eagerly wails and screams their approval, so happy to do my bidding.

Feeling in a generous mood, I decide to let them call the next shot. The drugs were in full swing now, and I felt like flying.

"MY WISH IS YOUR COMMAND, AND YOUR WISH IS MYYYY COMMAND! WHAT DO YOU COMMAND OF ME?! WHAT IS IT YOU WANT TO HEAR?!"

The requests come flying in like a flock of crazed Foxfireflies, swarming in to set a valley on fire. I try to decipher what they want to hear, but the sounds spiral within my ears, and it’s hard to decipher some of what they are saying. However, I look to the left of the crowd, and I see a young Iceling holding up a sign, drawn with blood-stained and flaming letters that say "Sing STORM OF THE WARLORDS", and I decide to go with that. Not one of my greatest hits, but still a popular song amongst the masses, particularly Lunatacs, as there is a sense of patriotism behind the song.

"DO YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE?"

I cup my ear to the crowd, pretending I hear something. The other members of the band see their queue, and they start to play the background instrumentals of the song.

Picking up on this, the crowd starts to cheer. The young Iceling boy has a look of shock and amazement on his face, as he knows what is about to come, and is thrilled I picked his song. To give him even more of a thrill, I point to him among the crowd after cupping my ear.

"I KNOW WHAT IT IS………IT’S THE SOUND OF A STORRRRM! IT’S…..THE STORM OF THE WARLORDS!"

The band playing at full volume now, I start to tear into my guitar, jamming out the riffs as wildly as I can.

PEACE, LOVE, BROTHERHOOD, TOGETHERNESS

THIS IS WHAT YOU CLAIM YOU HOLD SO DEAR

YOUR EYES ARE BLIND ONCE YOUR SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS STARTS

EVEN TO SLIGHTLY DISAPPEAR

YOU HYPOCRITES!

YOU SONS OF WHORES!

YOUR DAYS ARE DONE

HERE COME THE DOGS OF WAAAAAAAR!

THE CLOUDS ARE RUMBLING

BLOOD RAIN IS TUMBLING

EXPECT NO MERCY FROM THE POWERFUL HORDES

THE MOONS WILL CONQUER

YOU ARE TORN ASUNDER

FOR IT IS THE STOOOOOOOOOOOORM!

THE STORM OF THE WARLORDS!

The majority of the Lunatacs sing along with the song, as well they should, for there is a sense of brotherhood and togetherness when this song is heard. I wrote this song to represent our constant struggle against those who claim to stand for all that is good, and then go back on their word. The ones I speak of are the Thunderians, the bane of the moons’ existence. I’ve always hated them, ever since I can remember, but I have despised and feel nothing but repugnance towards them since the age of 5. Thus, the history of our struggle against them for centuries has always fascinated me. I was visiting a war museum, and I saw a painting of the Battle of Zyguul. The Battle of Zyguul started when a family of those flea-ridden Thunderians were passing through, and "accidentally lost their way", and made an emergency landing in the village of Zyguul, which was a small village on the dark moon. Well, it just so happened that on all the moons, the Lunatacs were in heated battle with the Thunderians, with all the Lunatacs of all the moons allied against each other, and we had forbidden the Thunderians to set food on our moons for any reason, so naturally, the family was captured, imprisoned, and would be put to death within moments. It also happened, that they set up a distress signal before they were found, and the Thunderians, along with some ThunderCats, locked in on where they were. They asked the Darklings to let them go, and when they wouldn’t, they decided to swarm in and launch an all-out attack against the warriors of the Dark moon, starting with Zyguul.

As they ascended onto Zyguul, they started to battle the dark moon warriors, and it looked for sure like they were going to take the village. But then, an amazing thing happened. Starships from all the moons descended into Zyguul, and thousands of warriors, lead by top generals from the moon, swept down on Zyguul and slaughtered every last Thunderian in the vicinity, including those captured. The massive support came about as the allied Lunatacs had just finished a huge battle on Plun-Daar, and were going back to celebrate, and just happened to hear what was happening, so they took action.

The painting showed, in beautiful, horrific detail, the warriors and warlords descending from their ships in the sky, and tearing into the Thunderian scum. It was like there was a storm of them, and that’s what gave me the inspiration for this song.

The picture of the painting fixed in my mind, I continue with the rest of the song.

YOU ARE FOOLS TO THINK THAT YOU CAN STOP US

WE WILL LIVE THE WAY WE WANT TO LIVE

YOUR WRETCHED CODE WILL NEVER EVER BREAK US

YOUR REJECTION IS ALL THAT WE GIVE

YOU SHALL ALL BURN!

WE’LL TEAR YOU APART!

THERE IS NO RESOLUTION

UNTIL YOUR EXISTENCE DOES DEPAAAAAAAART!

THE CLOUDS ARE RUMBLING

BLOOD RAIN IS TUMBLING

EXPECT NO MERCY FROM THE POWERFUL HORDES

THE MOONS WILL CONQUER

YOU ARE TORN ASUNDER

FOR IT IS THE STOOOOOOOOOOOORM!

THE STORM OF THE WARLORDS!

THE CRIES AT ZYGUUL ECHO THROUGH THE AGES

IT’S CLEAR OUR WRATH IS EVERLASTING

A HISTORY OF HATE WITH INFINITE PAGES

AS LONG AS WE LIVE

YOU’LL FOREVER FEEL OUR RABID STING

:::GUITAR MUSIC, 6 MEASURES:::

THUNDERIAN BLOOD IS NOT OUR OWN BLOOD

BUT MERELY BLOOD THAT WE’LL KEEP SPILLING

THE PSIS WILL STUN, THE DARKLINGS WILL STALK

THE GRAVITONS WILL LEVITATE, THE LUNARS SHALL CALL

AND THE ICELINGS WILL KEEP ON CHILLING

DIVIDED BY RACE

YET UNITED BY CAUSE

THE PETTY DIFFERENCES OF OUR BRETHEREN

SHALL NOT CAUSE OUR FIGHT TO PAUUUUUSE!

THE CLOUDS ARE RUMBLING

BLOOD RAIN IS TUMBLING

EXPECT NO MERCY FROM THE POWERFUL HORDES

THE MOONS WILL CONQUER

YOU ARE TORN ASUNDER

FOR IT IS THE STOOOOOOOOOOOORM!

THE STORM OF THE WARLORDS!

WE WILL ALL DESTROY YOU!

THE CLOUDS ARE RUMBLING

BLOOD RAIN IS TUMBLING

EXPECT NO MERCY FROM THE POWERFUL HORDES

THE MOONS WILL CONQUER

YOU ARE TORN ASUNDER

FOR IT IS THE STOOOOOOOOOOOORM!

THE STORM OF THE WARLORDS!

THE WARLORDS WILL STOOOOOORM!

FOR ALL ETERNITY

By the screams from the crowd, it sounds like another successful song. My drummer goes wild on his drums as the song subsides. As he plays, I swing my guitar in its axe-fashion. Some don’t realize that my guitar also doubles as a battle axe, for the axe blades are on the side of the guitar, and they are coated in a poison. As I swing, I take down some lights, causing sparks and fire to fly, and the crowd loves it. The drummer makes his final strike with his drumstick, and I raise my guitar up high.

"LONG LIVE THE MOONS!"

The crowd eats it up. Nothing like patriotism to get the crowd going.

After that, I was back on schedule. This time, I was going to give them a song that was highly significant to who I was. You see, I had started writing and performing songs when I was about 12 years old, after many years of living on the streets, drifting from planet to planet, trying to eat my way through life, and living a street life of mostly crime as a juvenile. I had hooked up with a heavy-metal rock band called "The Stygian Moons", and performed as a backup bass with them for awhile, eventually making my way up to lead vocals and bass. When I reached 14.5, I went solo. Shortly after that, I chose my name, Rathiah. I chose it because I wanted the universe to feel the wrath of my song, both the good and the bad, and "Wrathiah" just stuck with me, as a name with the perfect reference to wrath. All I did was drop the W, to make it unique.

At age 15, I had my first major hit, titled CODE OF HATRED, which has always been my most popular song, and I always save it for the finale. As I started to perform my one-hit wonder song around the world, I started to feel my worth, after so many years of depression and loathing. Inspiration soon came, and more songs were to follow, and before I knew it I was scheduled to perform my first real concert ever, after finding musicians who could fill in the rest of the band. But when I first started to perform, I decided to give them something great, something spectacular, a new person, more bigger and better than he ever was before.

So that’s when I changed physically. My body got built up, so I had a bit of muscle on me. Then came the tattoos. Like many entertainers before me, I soon became riddled with tattoos, all over my body; shortly after the tattoos, the ear and chin piercings soon followed to compliment them. My hair changed too, as I let it grow out into the style it is today, then permanently dyed it 2 different colors. I wanted to be fierce, to be all powerful to all who knew me, so I decided it was time for some more changes in me. With the starting-off money I had earned from minor gigs I was able to perform at, I had my eyes surgically altered, where I could still see, but all that those who saw me could see was a deep, bright violet color, that glowed in the darkness, like a predatory animal. Then there were my teeth, which I planned to change as well. I had my entire stock of teeth in my mouth pulled, and each tooth replaced with a gold one, that was sharp and pointed, like that of a predator as well. I tested them out, and they were able to bite through sandstone, proving how tough they were. It seemed now the only part that was left was also the simplest part, my wardrobe. I chose the darkest, most evil-looking wardrobe I could find.

But that wasn’t the last thing I needed. I had my own bass guitar, an antique I found in the dumpster on the street, and managed to fix. However, it wouldn’t last very long, and with the money I had already, I knew it was time to buy something more superior. I searched guitar shop from guitar shop, looking for something that would fit with me, yet found no such thing. But one fateful day, I saw an instrument shop that said "Jargo’s Music: We make everything!"
It was almost as if the shop had called me there. Custom instruments. I knew that if I couldn’t get what I wanted here, then I would never find a bass guitar I could call my own. I spoke to the shopkeeper, and he told me basically anything I could think up he could make. I pictured in my mind, the darkest, most sinister instrument of music I could think of. Then, something clicked after the image; an instrument, and a weapon. I drew it out, and asked if at the bottom there could be real battle-ax blades on the side, and he said it was no problem, and he could even put poison on the blades if I wanted. Then, the final touch was the psyche orb. I had my own psychic club, as many Psis do, and as I grew my psychic ability grew with it. The final question was if he could incorporate the psychic energy I controlled within the orb into the guitar, and for me to be able to channel that power through my music. He said yes. I felt all my dreams come true

After my first concert ever, I felt like a god. All those out there who came to see me wanted to see more of me; women wanted me, men wanted to be me. As I performed later through life, I always thought back to the time when I became who I am, and one day, the words to describe it came to me in song.

And at the concert I was playing now, I decided to share that song with them, live.

"NOW IT’S TIME TO TAKE THINGS DOWN A LITTLE BIT. TIME FOR A BIT OF…..NEWBORN DESTINY."

The crowd cheers, and I start to play the opening of NEWBORN DESTINY. Unlike the previous two songs I sang for this concert, this song is on the downbeat, and is in the typical style of a forlorn rock ballad.

:::INSTRUMENTAL INTRODUCTION:::

THE MOONS

WEIGH HEAVY ON A LONELY HEART TONIGHT

THE DARK HEART OF THE FALLEN WANDERER

ALONE

SUFFERING IN THE ALLEYS OUT OF SIGHT

PAINED WITH SCARS AND DREAMS OF AGONY

SUICIDE SEEMS THE LOGIC

BACK INTO THE GROUND FROM WHENCE HE CAME

BUT THERE’S HOPE

AS THE INFERNO COMES AND SWALLOWS HIM INTO THE FLAME

OUT OF THE ASHES

A BRIGHTENED SPIRIT SOARS UNTO THE MOON

THE UNDEAD FETUS NOW AWAKES

FROM ITS PAIN-STRICKEN COCOON

A STRANGER TO ALL THAT EXISTS

YET NEVER REALLY KNOWN

A ONCE DEAD SOUL ALIVE

WITH A NEWBORN DESTINY

GLOWING

HE STANDS AND SHAKES AWAY HIS DUSTY PAST

DESPITE THE BURNING OF THE SCARS THAT TAINTED HIM

DETERMINED

HE STANDS TO FACE THE UNIVERSE AT LAST

ALL THAT LIVE WILL KNOW AND FEAR HIS WRATH

ARISEN FROM THE SHADOWS

LIVING NOW TO FACE HIS DESTINY

ONCE NO-ONE

ALL DESPAIR AND LOVE HIM IN A SEA OF DEPRAVITY

OUT OF THE ASHES

A BRIGHTENED SPIRIT SOARS UNTO THE MOON

THE UNDEAD FETUS NOW AWAKES

FROM ITS PAIN-STRICKEN COCOON

A STRANGER TO ALL THAT EXISTS

YET NEVER REALLY KNOWN

A ONCE DEAD SOUL ALIVE

WITH A NEWBORN DESTINY

:::INSTRUMENTAL, 5 MEASURES:::

THE FAILURE TO CRUSH HIM LONG AGO

WILL REMAIN THE EVERLASTING FLAW

HIS ENEMIES A GREATER FOR

AS HE RETURNS MORE POWERFUL THAN THEY EVER SAW

OUT OF THE ASHES

A BRIGHTENED SPIRIT SOARS UNTO THE MOON

THE UNDEAD FETUS NOW AWAKES

FROM ITS PAIN-STRICKEN COCOON

A STRANGER TO ALL THAT EXISTS

YET NEVER REALLY KNOWN

A ONCE DEAD SOUL ALIVE

WITH A NEWBORN DESTINY

YEAH YEAH YEAH

OUT OF THE ASHES

A BRIGHTENED SPIRIT SOARS UNTO THE MOON

THE UNDEAD FETUS NOW AWAKES

FROM ITS PAIN-STRICKEN COCOON

A STRANGER TO ALL THAT EXISTS

YET NEVER REALLY KNOWN

A ONCE DEAD SOUL ALIVE

WITH A NEWBORN DESTINY

WITH A NEWBORN PURPOSE

:::INSTRUMENTALS SLOW:::

WITH…..A….NEW……………BORN DESTINY

A half a measure of guitar instrumentals after that, and the song is finished. Again I am greeted with warm and enthusiastic cheers from the crowd. After all the concerts I’ve done, it’s a wonder to me that my fans don’t lose their voice after awhile.

According to my concert contract, I was supposed to do 5 hits that night, which is tone down from my usual 7 or 10 hits per concert. The reason being is that I had an unfortunate vocal straining from one of my last concerts. That left me with just one other song to give to them, and then the grand finale. So for my next to last number, I decide that a little "DYING ALONE" is in order.

Without saying a word, I simply start to strum on my guitar, and my band starts to play along accordingly. The opening of this song is really 3 measures of bass guitar, which is a big clue in to what song I’m going to play. Naturally, the crowd hears it and goes wild, anticipating the lyrics.

This song also has significant meaning for me. Before I became Rathiah, I was Gazaul Mesmyrth, a young Psi Lunatac who had lead a very rough life, and after the death of his parents at the age of 8 he was placed inside a foster home. The one who adopted him was a cheetah Thunderian, by the name of Velocas, who seemed like a nice guy at first, but had a dark side to him. Velocas never wanted Gazaul, and felt as though his own people were forcing Gazaul onto him, and that it wasn’t fair. The only reason that Velocas took in Gazaul was because of a debt he owed, and he was given the choice of paying the debt in money or taking this young Lunatac in and having the debt called off, and since he didn’t have the money he took the latter. He was always mean to Gazaul, calling him names every chance he could and telling him that he would never amount to anything in the world, and that once Gazaul was old enough he would be tossed out the door so that Velocas never had to bother with him again. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Velocas treated Gazaul more like a slave than anything, making him do all the hard work around his home, far more than any "chores" a child his age might have, and beating him whenever he wasn’t fast enough or did a job that wasn’t satisfactory to him. Then again, sometimes Velocas would beat him if he just felt like it, with his fists or a leather strap that he kept around, and the strap he would use sometimes so hard on the boy that it left cuts.

The worst beating took place when Velocas came in from nights of drinking, and would call Gazaul in and just beat the living crap out of him. When he was drunk, he used a wooden club full of splinters to beat the boy, in addition to anything else he could get his hands on.

My song takes place on the night that Gazaul had finally had enough. Velocas came home drunk one fateful night, and was feeling especially mean and nasty that evening, and burnt Gazaul with a cigarette lighter on his arm. This took place in the kitchen, and something came over Gazaul like nothing before, a wave of rage he’d never experienced in his life. Practically without thinking, Gazaul picked up the nearest utensil near him, which happened to be a steak knife, and drove it right into Velocas’s eye. Not expecting something like this to happen, Velocas took the knife to the eye, and screamed in pain as it drove in deep, and into the back of his brain a bit. This made Gazaul feel good, and it had a satisfaction about it that Gazaul hadn’t felt in a long time. So he got out another knife, while Velocas was reeling, slashed his throat, and then drove it deep into the man’s heart. Velocas coughed and sputtered, bleeding all over the place, and Gazaul walked out of the house, leaving him there to die alone. He stayed on the street for awhile, and eventually made his way to a spacecraft heading towards the Psi moon, and stowed away on board to get home, where he’d be living alone on the streets, but at least they were his home streets.

Thus, "DYING ALONE" is dedicated to Gazaul’s moment of triumph.

YOU THINK YOU’RE HIGH AND MIGHTY

SO FUCKING BIG AND STRONG

WELL I’VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU PAL

YOU’LL FIND OUT YOU ARE WRONG

YOU BEAT AND DEGRADE AN INNOCENT CHILD

YET I’VE NEVER SEEN YOU STAND UP

TO A GROWN MAN

YOUR BULLYING AND HATRED STILL RUNS WILD

WELL IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO WISE UP

YOU’RE A DEAD MAAAAAAN!

IT’S OVER NOW, I’M NOT GONNA TAKE ANYMORE

I WON’T STOP UNTIL YOUR BLOOD’S ON THE FLOOR

YOU TOOK AWAY MY DIGNITY, NOW YOU MUST ATONE

THAT’S WHY YOU’LL STAY

ROTTING HERE

DYING ALONE

BASTARD, FAGGOT, LITTLE SHIT

THAT’S WHAT I AM TO YOU

I’M STILL A LIVING CREATURE

WITH MORE RIGHT TO LIVE THAN YOU

YOU NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

I’M JUST AN EASY WAY OUT OF TROUBLE

THAT’S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT

BECAUSE FATE DEALT ME SUCH AN ILL DISGRACE

IT’S MY FAULT THAT YOU HAVE SO MUCH TROUBLE

IS IT?!

NO!

SO FUCK YOOOOOOOOU!

IT’S OVER, I’M NOT GONNA TAKE ANYMORE

I WON’T STOP UNTIL YOUR BLOOD’S ON THE FLOOR

YOU TOOK AWAY MY DIGNITY, NOW YOU MUST ATONE

THAT’S WHY YOU’LL STAY

ROTTING HERE

DYING ALONE

THE TABLES HAVE TURNED
MY SUFFERING HAS BURNED

YOU SAY THAT YOUR SORRY

WHEN YOU’VE NEVER BEEN SORRY BEFORE

WE’LL IT’S TOO LATE NOW

GO ON, TAKE A BOW

BECAUSE THE CURTAIN FALLS

AND IT’S NOW TIME I SETTLED THIS SCORE

:::GUITAR MUSIC, 6 MEASURES:::

THE MOONLIGHT SHINES ON YOUR BLOOD

DRYING IN THE DARK NIGHT

SOON THE WORMS WILL FIND A FEAST

BLOOD, GUTS AND GORE IN SIGHT

YOU MIGHT NOW SAY YOU NEVER DESERVED THIS

WHEN YOU’VE NEVER BEEN MORE DESERVING

IN YOUR LIFE

HERE’S FOR ALL THE PAIN I NEVER MISSED

FOR ALL THE CUTS AND BRUISES

AND SUFFERING AND STRIIIIIIIIFE!

IT’S OVER, I’M NOT GONNA TAKE ANYMORE

I WON’T STOP UNTIL YOUR BLOOD’S ON THE FLOOR

YOU TOOK AWAY MY DIGNITY, NOW YOU MUST ATONE

THAT’S WHY YOU’LL STAY

ROTTING HERE

DYING ALONE

DIE ALONE!

IT’S OVER, I’M NOT GONNA TAKE ANYMORE

I WON’T STOP UNTIL YOUR BLOOD’S ON THE FLOOR

YOU TOOK AWAY MY DIGNITY, NOW YOU MUST ATONE

THAT’S WHY YOU’LL STAY

ROTTING HERE

DYING ALONE

CRYING ALONE

ALL ALONE

YOU DESERVE TO DIE ALONE

And lo and behold they all love me, as I can always hear. With my last number of the evening to do, I decide to work up the crowd, as I waste no time proceeding to the next and last song of the evening.

"LET’S BRING OUT THE VICTIMS!" I yell. "TIME TO SHOW THESE SCUM WHO REALLY RULE!"

The crowd absolutely erupts with cheer over this, and a couple stagehands drag out some Thunderians, bound at the wrists and ankles. This was the most exciting part of the show, because these prisoners were brought out, and I slaughtered them in front of the crowd as I sang my most popular hit, "CODE OF HATRED". There were about 5 this evening, all of them at least at an age considered to be legal within their culture, for I absolutely despised killing children, or those who killed children. Whether they were scum or not, it was never right to kill children.

I walk up to the closest one, a young lioness female, eyes streaked with tears from crying, and I look menacingly towards her.

"TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR CODE OF THUNDERA?!" I ask her, speaking into the microphone.

The crowd cheers some more, and I hold the microphone up to this cat bitch’s face.

"J-J-Justice……Truth…..H-Honor and….Loyalty." she sputters, terrified for her life.

I take back the microphone, and look towards my adoring public.

"JUSTICE, TRUTH, HONOR AND LOYALTY." I say. "WELL, ISN’T THAT JUST SWEET?"

The crowd cheers some more, and I raise up my guitar.

"WELL YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVEN’T HEARD OF THE CODE OF HATRED!"

The crowd is aloud with cheer again, and I play a few riffs on my guitar. The band starts to play the intro of the song, and I stop playing the riffs on my guitar, and holding my guitar in an axe fashion I bring it down on the shoulder of the young Thunderian, with her blood splattering all over me. The crowd cheers, and she lays there, crying and screaming as she is still alive, and tries to squirm away. Even if she did, the poison I keep on the axe blades on my guitar would kill her eventually. I take another chop, severing one of her arms and then going through her rib cage a little bit. Then, I give a chop to the stomach, and finally chop off her head. I hold it up proudly to the crowd, screaming for joy, and they scream louder. I then toss the head into the crowd, and fans scramble to catch it.

Once the first kill is made, I start to sing the final song of the evening.

SELF-RIGHTEOUS CRETINS

PLAGUE THE UNIVERSE WITH THEIR PUTRID DOGMA

WELL I THINK IT’S TIME

FOR A BIT OF MY KARMA

The next one I went after was a teenage cheetah youth, and I chopped off one of his legs with my guitar, then made a giant gash across his chest. The band played, and he screamed with terror, and then I chopped again, taking off the lower half of his jaw, which I threw to the crowd. I then used all the strength I could, and chopped him in half at the midsection, and the top section flew into the crowd.

Once that was done, I continued with the song, which I wrote a long time ago.

YOU CLAIM TO BE OUR SAVIORS

THE HEROES OF THE UNIVERSE

YOU DO ALL IN THE NAME OF GOOD

YET IT IS YOUR KIND WE CURSE

YOUR SO-CALLED VIRTUES

YOU GIVE WITH GENEROSITY

ARE HARDLY FOLLOWED

YOUR PEOPLE BREED HYPOCRI-SYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU THINK YOU ARE SO SACRED

THAT YOURS IS THE PUREST RACE

WELL YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY HATRED

AND I WILL BREAK YOUR

FUCKING FAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!!!!!

MALICE!

YOU SAY YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

VENGENCE!

YET I STILL LIVE, COLD AND JADED

WAR!

THERE IS A LESSON I MUST TEACH!

DEATH!

YOU ALL WILL PERISH!

MALICE!

VENGENCE!

WAR!

DEATH!

THIS IS MY CODE OF HATRED!

I jam on my guitar, making the crowd go crazy for more, and I think back to the time when the inspiration came for this song.

Code of Hatred was the song that made my career, but came at such a great price. This song was about the moment that changed Gazaul Mesmyrth’s life forever. When Gazaul was 8 years old, his mother and his father were traveling through the universe, and had passed over Thundera, when they crashed landed. They meant no harm to anyone, they were just passing through. When they crashed, they had crashed in a rural area, and it didn’t look like there was anyone around. Gazaul’s father Verrsythtor tried his best to repair the ship, but nothing happened. Then, someone started to come their way, and it looked like they were going to help them. However, it was just the opposite. The figure shot Verrsythtor in the head, killing him instantly, and Gazaul and his mother, Laranylu, ran into the ship, and tried to close the door. The figure beat down the door, and walked in, grabbing ahold of Gazaul and Laranylu, and held them at gunpoint while he tied them up. He tied Gazaul up to a nearby pipe, and tied Laranylu to a bed.

Gazaul would never forget the figure. A 6-foot tall Lynx Thunderian, with a black beard, and a tattoo of a viper on the top of his head, which had no hair on it.

"Get a load of this kid." aid the Thunderian, smiling.

Gazaul was forced to watch as his mother was stripped of her clothes, and then she was forced to perform depraved sexual acts on this stranger, while tears streamed down her face. He told her if she didn’t obey, he’d kill Gazaul, so she had no choice but to do what he said. After having his way with her, he then set to rape her violently, and beat her as she was raped. She screamed in horror, and the screams echoed in Gazaul’s mind forever, and he closed his eyes tightly and turned away, trying to make it all go away. Once the stranger was finished, he continued to beat her some more, and then pulled out a giant machete knife, and turned to Gazaul.

"It’s ok, I’m going to cut her loose now." said the stranger.

Gazaul looked at the man, hopeful that he would obey, as he brought up the machete.

But he was wrong. He brought the machete down on the woman, and literally hacked her to pieces, and she screamed louder than ever as her life was chopped away.

"Just kidding." the stranger sneered. "Now I’m gonna teach you a lesson, you little Lunatac puke!"
The man then went over to Gazaul, and beat him hard, leaving several bruises on his body, and breaking his small nose. After a sound thrashing, the man stopped, and looked at the boy.

"I’ll just leave you here for the ants to eat you alive." said the stranger. "See you around."

The man left, and then Gazaul was left tied there, weeping in pain until he passed out.

Three days later, some Thunderians found him, and took him into custody. He told them what happened, and they claimed they tried to look for the man who did this to him and his mother, but could not find him, but they probably didn’t even try. After that, he was placed in the home with that horrible Velocas, until he finally stood up and killed him. They had forsaken and cheated him.

Focusing hard on this memory, I looked to my next victim, an adult tiger Thunderian, and I hacked violently into him as the band played, until he was a bloody mess of pulp.

I continue with the rest of the song.

YOU’LL NEVER BE OUR FRIENDS

SO MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

WE DO THINGS OUR WAY

AND OUR PLANET IS OUR OWN SUCCESS

YOU’VE BEEN PUT TO THE TEST

AND FAILED WITH A VENGENCE

BUT TO HELP A WOUNDED INNOCCENT

IT DOESN’T REQUIRE A SIXTH SENNNNNNNNNSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU’LL NEVER BE PERFECT

STOP TRYING TO ACT LIKE YOU ARE

THE PROOF IS ALL OVER ME

JUST TAKE A LOOK

YOU’LL SEE MY SCAAAAAAAARS!!!!!!!!!!

MALICE!

YOU SAY YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

VENGENCE!

YET I STILL LIVE, COLD AND JADED

WAR!

THERE IS A LESSON I MUST TEACH!

DEATH!

YOU ALL WILL PERISH!

MALICE!

VENGENCE!

WAR!

DEATH!

THIS IS MY CODE OF HATRED!

:::GUITAR MUSIC, 6 MEASURES:::

I continue to play my guitar riffs, and there are 2 victims left, so I go to the closest one, who happens to be a Persian cat Thunderian, a female, fully-grown. I look into her eyes, which are wide with terror, before continuing to the conclusion of my song.

JUSTICE TRUTH

HONOR AND LOYALTY

THESE ARE THE VIRTUES OF FOOLS

IF YOU WERE REALLY

SUCH A WONDERFUL RACE

THEN

YOU WOULDN’T EVEN

NEED ANY RULES

At the last word, I cop into the female’s back, then kick her down and chop off her arms and legs as the band plays, and I throw her remains to the crowd.

YOU WISH FOR PEACE

THERE IS NO PEACE

NOT AS LONG

AS THE INTELLIGENT LIVE!

I PROMISE YOU

I’LL ALWAYS HATE YOU

AS LONG AS I BREATH

MY HATRED I GIVE!

MALICE!

YOU SAY YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

VENGENCE!

YET I STILL LIVE, COLD AND JADED

WAR!

THERE IS A LESSON I MUST TEACH!

DEATH!

YOU ALL WILL PERISH!

MALICE!

VENGENCE!

WAR!

DEATH!

THIS IS MY CODE OF HATRED!

MALICE!

YOU SAY YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

VENGENCE!

YET I STILL LIVE, COLD AND JADED

WAR!

THERE IS A LESSON I MUST TEACH!

DEATH!

YOU ALL WILL PERISH!

MALICE!

VENGENCE!

WAR!

DEATH!

THIS IS MY CODE OF HATRED!

MALICE!

VENGENCE!

WAR!

DEATH!

FOREVER AND EVER

AND EVER AND EVER

FOREVER AND EVER

BY THIS CODE I SHALL LIVE!

MY HEART

MY SOUL

I PLEDGE

THIS CODE OF HATRED!

The crowd erupts at the last song, and there is one victim left, which I always save for the last part of the show. I give the last victim the most violent death, and the more violent, the more the crowd loves it.

"AND NOW, HERE’S THE FINAL CURTAIN!" I yell to the crowd.

I walk over to the victim, who resides in a prisoner-of-war position, and I raise my guitar, looking at the victim before I bring it down. He was an elderly lynx Thunderian, with a white beard, and although he was old, he was in good shape.

As I am about to bring down the axe of my guitar, something catches my eye…..the man’s head, there’s a viper on his head.

All my career, I had killed Thunderians. Every dead cat by my hands made me feel so alive, so meaningful, so powerful. And now, before me, I see the one who caused all the pain, all the suffering in my life as a child. I could not believe they caught him.

"THE NIGHT ISN’T OVER YET!" I yell to the crowd. "RATHIAH HAS SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO!"

At the sound of that, the crowd is ecstatic, realizing they’ll get yet another song out of me. I walk up to the Thunderian, and I look into those pleading eyes, begging for mercy. At the look of them, I jam my index finger into his eye, causing blood and fluid to leak out, and then I kick him hard in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. The crowd loves it, and cheers wildly after I do it. My rage grows stronger, and I want nothing more than to give this man the most painful, agonizing death imaginable.

"REMEMBER ME?!" I say into the mike at the man. "THE LITTLE PSI LUNATAC YOU BEAT?! THE ONE YOU LEFT TO DIE?! THE ONE WHOSE MOTHER YOU GAVE THE MOST BRUTAL RAPING OF ALL TIME TO?! THE ONE WHOSE LIFE YOU RUINED?!"

The crowd is dead silent at my words, as no one has heard my true story before. I grab the man by the back of his neck, and punch him in his face several times, and the crowd erupts with cheer. I hit him in the mouth with the front of my guitar, causing several teeth to break and his mouth to be all bloody.

"YOU DESTROYED MY LIFE!" I yelled. "THEREFORE, YOU DESERVE NOTHING SHORT OF DEVASTATION!"

I turn to my band, and queue them to play. Now is the time I sing a song I wrote a long time ago. I’d practiced it with the band before, but this is the first time I’ve ever gone public with it.
As the music starts, the fans cheer, and I give them the song DEVASTATION, a song full of dark meaning for me. I vowed one day to find this man, and now that I had him, it was time to deliver the song I had saved just for this event, and the pain and suffering I had waiting just for him.

YOU LIE BEFORE ME

A WRITHING WORM

BEGGING FOR MERCY

YET ONCE BEFORE

WHEN THE TABLES HAD TURNED

THERE WAS NO MERCY

FOR THE YOUNG

THE PAIN CONSUMED ME

BURNED RIGHT THROUGH ME

I LOST THE WILL TO LIVE

AND BEGGED TO DIE

YET WHAT DOES NOT KILL ME

HAS MADE ME STRONGER

IF YOU SAY YOU CONQUERED MY SOUL

THAT’S A LIE!

HERE I AM

THE TAINTED ONE

A TORTURERD SOUL

RISEN FROM DEGRADATION

MY PEACE IS VIOLENCE

MY DREAMS ARE YOUR NIGHTMARES

AND MY ONLY CATHARSIS

IS YOUUUUUR

DEVASTATION!!!!!!!

The crowd is louder than they have ever been the entire night, as this is a song they’ve never heard before. A pretty typical reaction when I come out with a new hit, however my soul radiates with satisfaction, and the crowd can feel it too, and it makes them wilder.

I scratch the Thunderian across his face, and kick him in the chin, kicking him repeatedly as he is on the ground as well. The crowd eats it up.

I strike a might guitar chord, and emit rays of energy from my orb to feed onto the crowd, so that their feelings intensify and they enjoy themselves as much as I am.

FEEEEEL MY RAGE!

FEEEEEL MY SOUL!

FEEEEEL MY VENGENCE!

RAGE OUT OF CONTROL!

The crowd is beyond control now, and there is no order whatsoever, as their screams of delight fill the air.

After causing a deep cut on the side of the Thunderian’s cheek with my guitar, I continue on to the second verse.

I ONCE WAS DESTROYED

LEFT TATTERED AND TORN

ALL THANKS TO YOUR

BRUTALITY

BUT NOW I RETURN

AND ALWAYS I YEARN

FOR NOTHING MORE THAN

MY OWN DEPRAVITY

THERE’S NOWHERE TO RUN

YOUR DAYS ARE NOW DONE

YOU’LL FEEL EVERY PAINFUL BLOW

OF MY DARK WRATH

YOU’VE SEALED YOUR OWN FATE

BY FEEDING MY HATE

I AM THE BRINGER OF DESTRUCTION

THAT’S MY PATH!

HERE I AM

THE TAINTED ONE

A TORTURERD SOUL

RISEN FROM DEGRADATION

MY PEACE IS VIOLENCE

MY DREAMS ARE YOUR NIGHTMARES

AND MY ONLY CATHARSIS

IS YOUUUUUR

DEVASTATION!!!!!!!

MY FATE WILL FOREVER BE IN MY OWN HANDS

YOU CAN’T TAKE IT FROM ME

YOUR BLOOD ON MY HANDS SLIPS MY PAIN THROUGH THE SANDS

OF MY DARK ETERNITY!

:::GUITAR, 5 MEASURES:::

While I play, I take every moment to inflict pain upon the Thunderian, who is now coughing, crying, and begging for mercy from me, beneath the gag in his mouth, how pathetic.

I punch him so hard in the face and chest, he falls to the ground, then I stomp on his neck with the back of my heels, causing just enough pain where he will live, but not yet die. I can feel his voice box crunch beneath my booth. As the band plays, I beat him as hard as I can with my guitar, surprised that I haven’t smashed it on him. His blood spatters on me, and before I know it, it’s time for the final verse. I push him near one of the pyro-fountains used for special effects, and it goes up, burning his back and setting his shirt aflame. I’m not worried about him escaping, for he’s in too much pain to escape, and his brain is practically vegetized after all the beating I did.

I PITY YOU NOT

YOU’LL GO ON TO ROT

ALL OF THIS YOU HAVE BROUGHT

UPON YOURSELF

AND I WILL LIVE ON

AND STILL SING MY SONG

YOUR PAIN MAKES ME CONTENT

WITH MYSELF

YOU SEE MY AGGRESSION

IS BUT MERE PROGRESSION

I’VE RID THE UNIVERSE

OF YOUR FLESH-BUILT CELL

THERE’S NO FORGIVENESS NOW

BEFORE ME YOU NOW BOW

I’M DEAF TO YOUR PLEAS OF MERCY

AS I SEND YOU TO HELL!

HERE I AM

THE TAINTED ONE

A TORTURERD SOUL

RISEN FROM DEGRADATION

MY PEACE IS VIOLENCE

MY DREAMS ARE YOUR NIGHTMARES

AND MY ONLY CATHARSIS

IS YOUUUUUR

DEVASTATION!!!!!!!

YES!

HERE I AM

THE TAINTED ONE

A TORTURERD SOUL

RISEN FROM DEGRADATION

MY PEACE IS VIOLENCE

MY DREAMS ARE YOUR NIGHTMARES

AND MY ONLY CATHARSIS

IS YOUUUUUR

DEVASTATION!!!!!!!

COMPLETE

AND TOTAL

DEVASTATION!!!!!!!

At the final chord, I look at his bleeding, blood-soaked body, and I raise my guitar. I hack away at him uncontrollably, and blood and pieces of flesh fly everywhere. The crowd screams wildly as this goes on, and before I know it, the Thunderian is nothing more than bloody pulp and bones.

I pick up a handful of the carrion goop, and I toss it to the crowd, and they dive wildly for it. I keep it up, until he’s nearly gone. I keep a rib-bone for myself, to remind me of my gratification this day.

"GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!" I scream to the crowd. "YOU ALL FUCKING ROCK!"

The crowd screams and applauds, the stage lights dim, and my band members and me pack it up, and leave.

After the concert, I relax in my room, with about 10 hot, naked Lunatac women of the Psi, Ice and Dark moons, all waiting for a piece of action. Once I’ve satisfied my carnal lust, and they’ve left, I snort a line of a drug called Zikeeel, which is similar to a drug called "cocaine", and lie back as I feel its mind-expanding effects take hold.

Another successful concert.

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