Welcome to the afterlife. Some thought it would be an endless abyss. Others thought it would be heaven or hell, or maybe even the black parade. But you awoke to a barren wasteland. You felt hands slide beneath your back and legs, gently picking you up.

"She's just a girl... take her back to the cathedral. She'll be fine, Andy." A male voice said from somewhere beside you. Whoever was holding you was draped in studs and leather. "I've got you." You heard a deep voice murmur from above you, assumably the man carrying you. Your eyes were so heavy you could barely open them, so you let a weak whisper of approval escape you before you passed out once more.

When you awoke, you were in a dark cathedral, comfortably draped across the top of an altar. There was a man pacing back and forth, assumably the same one who brought you here. He was beautiful. His body was smeared in black warpaint and his black makeup beneath fluffy black hair was utterly stunning on someone like him.