Atsuki Gekko walked down the hall, right past them. Atsuki wasn't his real name, so anyone could call his name. He was The Chosen One, the one the Order Of The Fly deemed worthy to carry the title of Maestro, a Demon General in command of his own musical legions of demonia. All demonia wanted to be like him, and he was working with Baby Satan!

Ji-a and Hyeon-U exchanged glances as Atsuki passed by. They knew that he was a legend in the demon world, having led countless armies of demonia to victory with his music. "Do you think we'll ever be able to reach that level?" Ji-a asked, a hint of doubt in his voice. Atsuki was his friend, but where Atsuki rose....Ji-a....

He shook his head free of his thoughts.

Hyeon-U placed a reassuring hand on Ji-a's shoulder, preventing him from falling farther. "We'll get there, Ji-a. We just need to keep working hard and improving our skills." Ji-a nodded, determination filling his eyes. He knew that becoming a legend like Atsuki was a lofty goal, but he was willing to do whatever it took to achieve it.

As they continued down the hallway, they could hear the distant sound of a drumming circle. They followed the noise until they came across a group of demons gathered around a large circular platform. In the center of the platform was a drum set, and behind it sat a demonia with fiery purple hair and a wicked smile. Fiery colors outranked every blood color under Royal and Pure Purple and this guy had just looked at them.

His stage name? Wikked.

"Ah, if it isn't Hyeon-U and Ji-a."