The End
FINAL SCENE: BACKSTAGE, END OF THE INFERNAL TOUR
The air smells like ozone and blood. Magic still crackles along the rafters. The audience is still chanting,something between a hymn and a threat. It‘s not a concert anymore. It‘s a rite.
S†PHIR is holding Chrissy against a mirrored wall, both of them high on post-Bond ecstasy and glitter. Argyle is smoking something infernal with two fae twins from the Pyrenees. Gareth‘s throwing up in a champagne bucket. Jeff‘s crying about it being over.
Eddie is sprawled on the sticky floor of the greenroom, shirt open, eyeliner smudged, soulmark glowing with exhaustion and pride. His boots are gone. Again. Steve stands over him, hoodie unzipped to show the lovebite peeking out from under his collar. The ring on his hand glints under the emergency exit light.
“You gonna get up, Ozzy-lite?“ Steve asks, stepping around a shattered sigil plate.
“Not unless you carry me, Labyrinth prince,“ Eddie mutters. “You‘re glam, I‘m dead, it works.“
Steve rolls his eyes, crouches down, drags Eddie upright. Their foreheads press together, breaths syncing. Steve smells like ritual ash and 7-Eleven gum. Eddie smells like every terrible and beautiful decision Steve has ever made.
“You gonna propose again?“
“Already did.“
“Right. Then kiss me. And let‘s set something else on fire.“
They kiss. Deep. Unapologetic. The bond flares, soft and pulsing. The rest of the room erupts into whoops and inappropriate cheers.
Somewhere outside, Sapphire is screaming into the mic mid-encore: “DIVINITY IS A WEAPON!“
She gets tackled by Chrissy mid-sentence. The livestream cuts out after that. The chaos is perfect.
EPILOGUE: ONE YEAR LATER
They vanish.
Steve and Eddie disappear from public view like a glitter bomb swallowed by a black hole. No new sightings. No interviews. No rumors. Just silence. S†PHIR tours solo. Chrissy wins three awards for an album that contains one minute of whispered vows and nothing else. Argyle launches a weed perfume line that becomes a cult classic.
Then, one night at 3:33 AM, a dual-drop crashes every platform. A double-album project:
“Flesh Ritual“ by MORS VIVENTIUM
“Before You Bit Me“ by Steve Harrington (spoken word, ambient, haunted)
Both albums drop with no press. No tour. Just a shared message:
“Love is a spell we cast. Over and over. May yours burn bright.“
The first track? A joint song.
ORIGINAL SONG: “LORDS OF THE GLAMORGEON“
[Verse 1 - Eddie]
Rolled a nat 20 when I kissed you first,
Bled through glitter, through glam and curse.
Ozzy‘s ghost in my Marshall stack,
Pulled you in and never looked back.
Spiked my wine with chaos and charm,
Drew your name on my battle-scarred arm.
You said "Catch," I said "Fuck fate,"
Now we summon stars, now we bend gates.
[Chorus - Steve & Eddie]
Be gay, do drugs, hail each other,
Kiss in blood, then burn the cover.
Write our names in mirrored glass,
We‘re the endgame, babe,we‘re the last.
[Bridge - Steve]
You took the path through the Labyrinth blind,
Found me chained in ritual rhyme.
Touched my fang, called it crown,
Said you'd wear it when I came down.
[Verse 2 - Eddie]
D&D dice in your velvet hand,
Carved our vows in the shifting sand.
We‘re the rumor no one denies,
Laced in moans and public lies.
[Chorus - All]
Be gay, do drugs, light the altar,
Let the gods and groupies falter.
We‘re the sons of glam and flame,
Fuck the bloodlines, burn the name.
[Outro - Whispered Steve]
Flesh and spell and soul and sin,
I let you bite me, let you in.
Now we sing in threes and signs,
Love like this rewrites the lines.
The final lyric video ends with nothing but their intertwined hands,one callused, one elegant, and a timestamp: Forever / 00:00.