The stage was dark and the figure standing in the center of it was better than seven feet tall. Her figure appeared voluptuous from the violet glow starting to rise behind her. Wide hips, titanic breasts, and tall, pointed horns. As she grew visible, the once-somber crowd burst into deafening cheers. The size of the crowd alone gave such force to the sound that anyone smaller might've been blown away.
The woman standing in the center of the stage was used to crowds, and had been used to people staring at her since puberty. But this was on a whole other scale. Not even hundreds or thousands watched her now. Millions upon millions. Sure, there might only be fifty or sixty thousand packed into the massive outdoor stadium, but cameras watched her from every angle and this was being streamed to pretty much every platform, service, and screen it could reach.
The purple light grew until the other band members further back became visible. A low guitar riff played out to the cheering masses the sound its own enormous pushback based on the towers of speakers that flanked the stage. Then abruptly the overhead lights flared into life and the drums crashed. Both the band's bass guitar players rolled in with a deep slamming thrum.
The woman now standing in the light could be seen. She had vibrant purple skin and tall horns that faded from purple to dark black. A long, wild curtain of coal black hair fell down past her shoulders. Her enormous breasts were barely contained within a bra of black leather studded with silver spikes. Hung low enough to show tantalizing tone lines leading down her pelvis were a pair of skin tight leather pants covered in more spikes. The leather showed off her shapely hips and plump, athletic thighs. Spiked bracers covered her entire forearms, leaving her muscular biceps on display. To cap off this ensemble were a pair of enormous combat boots with thick, steel-clad soles and spiked toes.
This woman was Kaliya Shyn, also know as the Metal Idol Kali Amethyst. As the music swelled into a screeching roar, she lifted a wireless mic to her mouth and screamed out a bestial yawp. Her fist punched the air and the crowd screamed back at her with more volume than ever.
"I am wrath! I am terror! I am fury!" Kaliya howled in a deep, roaring voice. She stomped her boot and screamed, "I AM ONI!"
*******
A few hours later, the concert was over and the outdoor stage was dark. The world had grown quiet as the rabid fans gathered their things and went home with wild, happy hearts. A short distance behind the stage were a handful of busses emanating soft light from closed windows.
With as big of show as this, they'd gone back for two encores and had utterly blown it away. They'd played for a total of five hours and they were exhausted once the VIP meet and greet was over. The band found themselves in the backstage room afterward, trying to unwind a bit before shuffling off to the hotel for the night. The other three sank onto couches as Kaliya leaned in the doorway.
"That was fucking epic." Their drummer laughed.
Kaliya nodded and said, "You guys rest up. I'll see you all back at the hotel later."
Their bassist raised her head and said, "Kali? Where you going, girl?"
"Somewhere. I need to clear my head." She said as she jerked her head towards the exit.
"We have a show tomorrow as well. Don't do anything stupid."
Kaliya just waved as she left with a clank of chain and clomp of boot. Down the hall and outside, she found her big, chrome-covered low-rider motorcycle parked near their limo. She always paid to ship the thing around with her wherever their shows were being done. It was her favorite thing in the world and it was the best possible escape method she'd ever known for dealing with fans. Luckily the area behind the backstage hall was cordoned off and security kept people out of the parking area.
The shocks groaned as her weight settled onto it. Even the largest choppers were barely enough for a full grown Oni like her. She would never publicly tell her weight, but it was a large enough number to embarrass any woman, even despite her body being cut with muscle and absolutely stacked. She stripped her bracers off her arms and pulled off some of the more obtrusive pieces of chain or spike. She reached back into one of the saddlebags and pulled out a leather coat that she tugged on over the tight little bra that threatened to snap at any moment. All the extra pieces went into the saddlebag where the coat had been. Lastly, in the pocket of the coat was a dark black cap with a couple holes torn in it. She tugged her hair through the back of it in a long tail and then pulled it carefully over her horns until the brim was sitting low on her forehead.
The bike started with a deep, heavy rumble and she started out across the lot. At the security gate, they let her out with a wave and she turned onto the street. At once, the hardcore fans that were still hanging around in hopes of seeing her all burst into cheers and screams and cries. Kaliya winced and pulled hard on the throttle. The big engine roared like a beast and she took off down the street. The screaming faded away behind her and her chest loosened. She took a relieved breath and watched the buildings and other cars whiz past her.
The pressure and noise of being an idol had absolutely not been in the brochure when she started singing metal years ago...
*******
A half hour outside of the huge city, Kaliya rolled down a quiet little highway with almost no cars around. Sparse neighborhoods and industrial yards lined the street. The place was underdeveloped and likely forgotten about the more tax-hungry officials of the city. Around a bend further up the road she found what she was looking for.
Lit by only a single flickering lamp, a sign read 'The Rusty Boot Bar'. It stood at the entrance to a small parking lot with only three cars in it. At the back of the lot was a little shoebox of a bar with a single door and a couple old lights hanging from the corners of the building. These kind of run down out-of-the-way bars were her favorite places in the world while on tour. She almost never got recognized. They served booze. Nobody liked to talk. What else could she really want?
Her bike rumbled to a stop and she put down the kick. It turned off with a final cough and she got off it. A glance around showed her just how far out of the way she'd come. A hundred yards down the road in one direction looked to be some kind of rail loading yard, while across the street was an empty field that led off into nothing. Back the way she came was just an old rundown warehouse on the other side.
Certainly not the place the paparazzi would be willing to brave to look for Amethyst Kali.
Before heading inside, Kaliya pulled a pair of large aviators from her pocket. She slipped them on just to add another layer of obfuscation to her outfit. She pushed the door open and walked inside. The interior was dimly lit and a bit dingy. Two tables with chairs sat on one side while a pool table took up the other half. The bar along the back wall was lit under hanging lamps and a wall of random bottles of booze filled the back of it. A few stools sat along it, though all her empty. The only people in the place appeared to be the bartender, and two men playing pool. A television hung over one end of the bar was playing some drab late night movie mush.
