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Lilianna [i]never[/i] hesitated. She was in her element. The mare was one of the most in-demand DJs in the whole city and beyond, and her sense of showmanship was part of that. However brief it might have been, standing frozen on the stage for even those few moments was entirely out of character. She stared down at her console. Everything was primed and adjusted. The crowd was already funnelling in. All eyes were on her. Leaving all those people in silence was a crime, as far as she was concerned. It was time.

The converted warehouse had been stripped bare and redecorated to fit the night's spooky theme. Grinning pumpkins and dancing skeletons abounded. It was the kind of cheesy decor that invoked a bit of nostalgia, not suspicion among the masses. There was enough room for hundreds of people in there, maybe thousands. Lily watched them flowing in like waves. Their faces were bright and enthusiastic, or already muddled by one intoxicant or another. Others remained sharp, keen, and cunning. They moved differently. They exchanged glances with each other, and with her. Those eyes gleamed under the lights distinctly enough that she saw them even from where she stood. All she had to do was start the music, and unleash the chaos.

Starting off with a gentle, mysterious remix of an old favourite, she let the bass slowly introduce itself before she started adding to it, improvising and layering on the loops. The light show moved with the rising beat, illuminating the dance floor in Halloween orange and seductive purple. She added some metallic clanking to the track, a little aggression, and the lights flickered accordingly. Then came her well-trained voice. A little lower on her usual range, and she could put some haunting tones out into the stuffed venue to really set the mood.

There was no need for costumes. It wasn't technically Halloween just yet, but the minutes were ticking down to midnight. Devil's Night was almost over. Every now and then, Lily's eyes strayed towards the prominent red button on her console. It was behind glass, like it was meant to launch a missile. Even if she'd never make a mistake like that, she didn't want to hit it accidentally before the moment came. A nearby screen let her watch the seconds pass. It had to be right. She built the moment, watching the sea of bodies glowing in the lights, throwing their shapes, progressing from bumping and bobbing to more unhinged jumping, shaking, grinding. The masses were at her command, and she kept them slavering for a drop that was sure to slake their hunger.

With the mood set, she reached to adjust a few knobs and dials. It needed to be louder. Faster. Harder. She wanted their bones to shake. Lily's initial trepidation began to melt away in favour of teeth-gritting passion. It was going to be the hardest her music had ever hit. She was remixing on the fly, adding more and more layers, more power, more [i]ferocity[/i]. The crowd was breathing with her. She could feel their pulses, every single one of them. They were all waiting for her to press that button. When she finally reached out to lift the glass, she found herself getting hard from the sheer anticipation. It wasn't the first time music had done that to her, but never so intensely.

As she lingered, waiting for the perfect moment, counting down the seconds, there still remained perhaps some tension in her muscles, some inner force that held her back. That all fell away when an unseen set of lips pressed close to her ear, and whispered guidance in a warm, androgynous voice.

[i]Do it.[/i]

With a bulge in her skirt and fire in her eyes, she couldn't hold back any longer. She let it all come crashing down. The speakers swelled and throbbed with the sheer might of the violent, pounding bass. The lights went blood red. The rafters shook, and the floor trembled like the whole place was going to collapse. That wasn't far from the truth. There were screams. Some were joyful, others weren't. There was terror and there was savage lust. In the centre of the dance floor, crimson light began to pour forth from a crack that formed, split open by the blasphemous beats drumming deeply into the skull of every member of the crowd.

The doors were locked. The pit was open. The dark things spilled forth. Lilianna could only stand behind her setup, blazing in the lights as the figures began to crawl out from the depths. She was safe, she knew. Her cock stood up tall, flared out, tenting her skirt indecently. Her eyes gleamed. They had given her their touch before it all began. She served them well, and she would be rewarded amidst the madness. But even as the screams rang out and mortals were dragged down to hell by the fanged and clawed beasts that emerged from the portal, she didn't stop the music. The show had just begun.

Some demons couldn't resist their basest impulses. They pounced upon their prey and helped themselves to a taste of mortal flesh. Others were more subtle. They swept in to seduce and sway their chosen prizes, to leave them weak and ready to submit to anything they wanted. Then there were those among the hellspawn who prided themselves on [i]performance[/i]. Lily was soon to share the multi-stage setup with some particularly showy demons, and she saw no harm in that. Let the depravity flow. Let the naive and the innocent fall victim to the darkest ones. There were no rules, no limits, and no ways out. Sin and chaos prevailed as it always did that night.