#voodoos

“We just basically won a competition but apparently [Louis] did pick us, he listened to all the bands that were in it and he picked us so… pretty an honour, yeah.”

Azazel summoned the metamorphic shimmering shadow to your den and it chittered and jabbered with its dozens of mouths, fangs of all arrays clacking together in a symphonic cacophony. He flared up his voodoos and connected to Shoggoth, the creatures twice as many eyes as mouths lighting up with flickering hues of sickly purple. Azazel gave a wicked grin and it mirrored on the beast, the mouths all twisting into that same grin. With a single silent command through the link he ordered Shoggoth to go to Shoney’s bubble and prowl the forest.  For the time being, he left enough autonomousness to Shoggoth to let him navigate the planes between the bubbles and space and time to get there. A thing he could have done on his own, but it was easier and less taxing to let a being that was made to do this do it. It didn’t take long and soon Shoggoth, as a large sinuous shadow, slid along the sand of the beach. It was here that Azazel took full control of the beast, Shoggoth now acting as a proxy for him via the voodoo link. Hidden in the shadow he gave a long and loud high pitched shrieking sound that echoed the flat expanse and sending off any nearby birds.

“About a week later, we got an email saying ‘are you still wanting to do this?’ And it was a gig with Louis Tomlinson in Málaga, in Spain, and we were like… ‘what is this?’ [laughs]”