The tempest always divides. Some people picked up that the after-party selection comprises the sexiest women and men in the crowd. The party is said to be a gigantic orgy fest. No one has ever brought tangible truth.

Looking at my ripped micro denim shorts and black halter top, which I topped with an oversize white cropped tank, I doubted they would pick me. As for my hair, I put some wax to have it smooth, but I already felt the tickling sensation that accompanies the forming undisciplined curl.

Aurora, on the other hand, dressed for the part. Like many, she opted for a black tube latex dress, with her red hair pulled in a ponytail and her red lipstick; one could call her a dominatrix. She even wore heels though she was aware we'd be in the pit.

Aurora scoped the horizon, "wow, there are so many people. This concert could compete with Coachella."

At this stage, the concert attained festival status. The tents arrived on Monday; the whole city became The Tempest Ville. Tees, mugs, baby bibs, and even Tempest cutlery, you name it, the shops were selling it.

We passed the delta force guys in black and made our way through. I got the odd sensation people made way for us. Even in the pit, there appeared to be a distance between the surrounding groupies and us. It's as though some invisible tape surrounded us, and only a few could step inside, I noticed, as a guy clashed in on my shoulder in the movement. As always, Aurora seemed undisturbed; on the contrary, she appeared contempt as she imagined people were aware of who her daddy was.

The concert began; Jesus came on stage with a long black cloak and a Krampus demon mask; smoke draped the crowd. One, the drummer, Two, the guitarist, and Three, took their positions. I don't know why they are called that way. It's the names they give in interviews. At the same time, they are identical triplets. People nowadays call kids: Apple, Blue, Puma, Racer, North, and Story. Honestly, the band member's names come off pretty ordinary.

Like Jesus, their appearance is close to one of the Greek Gods; everyone around me swooned over them. One girl drooled like a labrador under the desert sun. What's puzzled me was her stare, which she directed straight at me as if I were a steak. I turned my gaze and concentrated on the music.

The Fifty States of Hell album is the best to date. Many see the songs as indictments pointing out the faults of America. Others see the lyrics as prophetic; doom shall fall upon us. Each state is a piece of purgatory, where innocents bleed, absence of wealth, skin, sexuality, all show that the inferno is right where we are.

People still sing Suckers, the group's number one billboard hit catchy lyrics during protests: "they call us vampires, but there's more innocent men's blood streaming than the streets than the bloody meals a vamp can have in a week. Human-made evil, evil did not make the man—Noah's Ark sinking, we're all blood reeking. ㅡSmoke and mirage of twenty-first-century harmony, bullshit, forever hold your peace. Let us suck on necks, please."

In interviews, Jesus laughs it off when triggered about his provocative lyrics by saying he is just an entertainer who loves to rock and twist opinions. Somehow I don't believe it; he sings with such conviction. There are these songs about crusades, the Second world war, Vietnam, and the world extinction. The lyrics have that been-there-done-that, war sucks feel. One would swear Jesus was there when you listen. Still, the rumors about his unholy existence, UFO lifestyle, and other shenanigans top Google's trending topics.

Halfway through the concert, I'm brought back to reality by Jesus himself, who stopped singing, stepped back, took a gigantic leap, and dropped down in the space in front of me.

"Can I taste you?"

Close your eyes and imagine the man of your dreams appearing by magic and saying that to you. At that instant, well, guess what, if your hormones hit that peak. Chances are you'll want to pee.

I don't get to savor the instant, as now we fast forward, and I find myself in front ofㅡ.

"I'm Tarnish Gabriel."