In his remote home, in the outskirts of Paradise City, Rosaleón Colfang was killing time in the porch, drinking a beer and reading a newspaper, with his black dog, Hades, lying by his side. As his grey mane and beard suggested, he was in his fifties, and had experienced many things in that time, some of which took a toll on his body. He wore a cowboy hat, jeans, a black shirt, a bullet belt, sunglasses, black boots with spurs and a ring with the skull of a different creature in each finger. His property had a house with two floors, a generous garden and a warehouse as big as the house, that also worked as a garage and workshop, where he tinkered with the things he had around, under the view of the photos of his past days living on the road, accompanying different bands in their tours. He took the bottle to have another drink, when he heard voices from the steep path that entered his property.

“C’mon, we’re almost there”

“Shit!”

The man abandoned the newspaper and looked in the direction the voices were coming, with his personally modified razor cannon close in case he needed it. His worries about possible hostilities ceased when she recognized one of the girls pushing a chopper.

“Finally!”

After Glam said these words, she leaned on her knees and Mercuria sat on the ground, satiating the desire for air their bodies manifested, before the big dog jumped and threw her to the ground, expressing his affection by covering her face with saliva. Rosaleón walked towards them and stopped in front of the singer, saving her from his loving dog.

“Howdy Glam. It’s been a while since last time”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy. By the way, this is Mercuria, and we have an offer for you”

“Come with me, I’ll give ya’ll somethin’ to drink. Same as always?”

“I love you”

The man entered the house and the two women sat on the porch in the most comfortable way they could find, with the dog smelling the unknown human.

“Who is that man?”-Asked Mercuria to her friend while she began to pet the dog.

“He’s called Rosaleón, and he’s the guy that helped me perform as well as I do. He’s amazing playing the drums and has accompanied many groups around the world, even performing alongside Spirit or Devil King. He’s also a fucking awesome roadie”

“You’ll hardly find someone better”-Said Rosaleón when he came out of the house, with a bottle of water and two Grütsgrards being hold between his fingers.

“This thing is the nectar of gods”-Claimed Glam when she grabbed and opened her bottle of beer, pouring the refreshing beverage inside her.

“I don’t know if ya have problems with alcohol, so I brought fresh water. I can get another one if ya want”- Said Rosaleón to Mercuria when he offered her the liquid, holding in the other hand the second beer.

“No…it’s fine. I don’t like alcohol”

Mercuria opened her bottle and began to drink its content, renewing some of her lost strength. After a deep gulp, she noticed the roadie’s weapon, so different from the usual designs.

“How did you get that?”-Said Mercuria, pointing with her index finger to the razor cannon.

“Bought it and then modified it myself. Changed the barrel to a triple rotatory one, added a magazine able to hold many small shells and tinkered with the guts to allow them to be fired. Unlike your common razor cannon, this one doesn’t shoot just one blast that blows everything in front before reloading, instead, each shell has less kick, but more can be shot.”

“Wow. That’s…impressive”.

“I don’t brag for nothin’”

The drummer drank from his bottle before talking again.

“So, what’s this offer a yours”

Glam abandoned her own thoughts and looked at Rosaleón.

“My dear Mercuria has the Devil’s Pick, and she wants to find the rest of the Remains and kick Belzerax’s ass when he comes back. She needs a band and transportation, and a hell of a roadie is also welcome”

The roadie lifted one of his frowns and looked to the guitarist in the eyes, making her feel uncomfortable. He had his doubts that a girl like her would be up to that task.

“You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent”- Claimed Glam.

The man finished his beer, got up and spoke to the girls.

“Follow me”

Glam did as he said and Mercuria walked behind, moving towards the warehouse. Rosaleón opened the door and the three entered, welcomed by the chaos inside, conformed by memories, devices, vehicles and notes. The drummer advanced to a large object covered by a black blanket and pulled it, revealing a truck formed by a red cabin with lighting on the sides, a steel skeleton with curved tusks in front and the motor exposed, attached to a two floor semitrailer with a matching pattern.

“This is Belle, and it’s our tour bus”-Said the roadie, proud of the vehicle.-“I’ve got somethin’ for ya, Glam”

Rosaleón approached a pile of boxes and began to search inside them, with the singer staying behind him, excited and curious for whatever he was going to give her. When he finally found it, he raised it triumphantly, showing the golden microphone with a stand of the same colour, with one the legs having a curved blade attached to it. He took it with both hands, with the legs pointing upwards, and pressed a button, making a long and pointed iron ascend from the body and the legs join to it, effectively creating a halberd.

“Hell, yeah!”-Said Glam.

“Now that all’s set, we need a name”-Explained Rosaleón.

“How about Glitter Dragon?”-Proposed Glam.

“Absolutely not. It’s terrible”

“What do you think of Demon Crown?”-Asked Mercuria.

“Not bad, but it doesn’t fit with your style”-Debated the roadie. -“I got it. We’ll be Dream Palace”

The women nodded and smiled, liking the name.

“We’ll move as soon as we can, so move your things in. Pony-up!”

After he finished his words, Hades barked at his owner while moving his tail.

“Of course you’re comin’ with us. How could I leave behind a pooch like you? Imagine the destruction you would cause if I wasn’t around”- Now alone, he looked to the pictures of his past- “We’re hittin’ the road again, buddy”