As the light in the room fades softly, a shadow emerges. The crowd goes quiet as the anticipation weighs so heavy on their chests that they are unable to draw breath. They stand silent, like demons in the dark, ready to scream or laugh at any moment.
The music begins and the rapture of pleasure and pain engulfs them in a ritualistic fashion. This is the man, Michael Legacy, that they have come to worship this eve.
Through his driving beats and synthetic seductions, I see the dark streets of the Sleepless City.
One can feel the innocence of his youth when he first took his journey into the spire of perdition.
As he grew in confidence, he grew in skill as well. It is as if he was mentored by the things that crawl from the Stygian abyss and seek purchase of your mortal soul. The Ghouls that tear into this world, cause babies to cry and people to panic, begin to bend to his will.
His journey across the country and into the Lone Star State has yielded a deeper and darker Legacy.