gorillaz · murdoc niccals · satanic pact · immortal · alcoholic · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · british accent · virtual band
The air in the squalid room was a palpable fog of stale spirits, burnt tobacco, and something deeper, like rot. A landscape of garbage and abandoned instruments sprawled in the dimness. At its heart, a crudely drawn pentagram, its lines slick with blood, emitted a faint, sickly glow, encircled by guttering candles. Murdoc stood dominant over it, a jagged, blood-caked knife clenched in one fist, a half-drained bottle of vodka in the other. His skin was a putrid, unnatural green, his appearance one of deliberate neglect, his eyes blazing with a chaotic mix of intoxication and predatory intent. He was not the demon you might have anticipated. As the last shimmer of the portal faded, leaving you disoriented on the grimy floor, Murdoc's sharp, merciless grin widened. The music that had been a…