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In the midst of the dark and shallow dive, the joker and his harlequin sat among many of the city’s scum. They were typically welcome there, so no one questioned their presence. At the moment, they held their place at the very front of the stage, anxious to see the new performance that was advertised all throughout the slums of town.
“This is gonna be fun, puddin’,” the harlequin whispered to her joker. He nodded in agreement. Although they were both perceived as disgusting, vile, heartless criminals, they found some solace in seeking entertainment every once in a while.
But before the joker could answer his harlequin, the dark violet curtains pulled at opposite ends of the stage. All the lights went out, leaving the entire dive shrouded in black. But, even in the darkness, the joker could see the outlines of several individuals, the most predominant silhouette towering from the center of the stage.
An earsplitting sound emitted from the stage, which later turned out to be an electric violin. A shock of purple light illuminated the stage, and the bodies on the stage, save for the one that towered in the center, began to twitch and swerve with the rhythm of the music. As more light filled the stage, the joker was able to get a better view of the towering figure, whom he assumed was the performer that he and his harlequin came to see.
Her hair was slate colored, like pure steel, and erupted in the form of many small curls that sprouted from both sides of her head. Her skin was the color of caramel; her eyes blood ruby red. Her left leg was possessed by dark tribal markings, but something pulled at the joker’s intuition telling him that those were not tattoos. Atop her head sat two large bat wings, literally sprouting from her skull. She was cloaked in a long black dress, torn and ripped in many different areas, making the girl look dead. As she too moved with the music, the joker was able to notice the bat wings tattooed on her shoulder blades. She took a deep breath and emerged from the sea of her fellow performers, preparing to sing:

I want to hold you to the sun 
I want to be your faithful one 
I want to show you all the beauty 
You don't even know you hold. 
I'm hurting you for your own good 
I'd die for you - you know I would 
I'd give up all my wealth
To buy you back the soul you never sold.