Midnight Order: Diva Hyrda of J-Rock band ONI

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STORYLINE: As the world celebrates the Month of Love, we at Midnight Magazine thought it fitting to uncover the intriguing story behind one of rock music's most charismatic lead singers, -- Diva Hydra, of the acclaimed J-rock band ONI.

My adventure into surreal starts backstage during soundcheck to that evening's sold out Arena concert. The atmosphere is electric. I observe silently from the sidelines Diva is the center of gravity with all else orbiting around him. Every gaze is drawn him. Everyone seems to be waiting for their turn to bask in his glow.

I am amazed to witness the "Diva Effect" in person. A woman passes by and her hand lingers on his shoulder for a moment too long. Then a Personal Assistant leans in close, whispering to him in hushed tones like a lover. And when I think the scene can't get more bizarre, an agitated young man storms in and slaps Diva hard across the face right in front of me!

Judging from all these subtle hints, I wonder if I was the only one present who hadn’t slept with Diva.

I found myself having thoughts like, if seduction were an Olympic event, Diva would have a chest full of gold medals. I better be careful to not become his next conquest.

Clearing my throat to regain focus, I was impressed by Diva's ability to handle the touchy situation. The angry lad was now completely pacified, and Diva turned to me with a wink, as if this kind of thing was just a normal part of his day. "Apologies for that little disturbance," he says, offering me a charming smile. "Shall we start the interview?"

I nod, a hint of eagerness in my eyes. "Will you sign this for me?" I hand him my favorite Diva Hydra picture.

Diva obliges, but his head snaps up from the picture as I blurt out, "Your real name is Steve, isn't it?"

The room falls silent for a moment. Then he breaks the tension with a slight chuckle, “That’s all you got?” He passes the autograph back to me. “I thought you were a School of Journalism type of girl.”

"Challenge accepted, " I smile back playfully. Then with a theatrical flourish, I hit record on my cellphone and, slam a photo onto the table from a high school yearbook. "Poor Steve," I feign sympathy. "He wasn't exactly the ladies' man. More like an awkward nerd, albeit one blessed with the 'voice of an angel' if you believe his classmates'. I wonder whatever happened to that sweet innocent boy...."

Diva's gaze drifts towards a girl passing by in a red dress. "You're wasting my time," he says, his patience clearly starting to wear thin.

I lean forward, sensing an opportunity. "Rumor has it 'Steve' had dreams of making it big in the music world. And, according to the rumors, he signed a contract with ONI when the previous lead singer met an unexpected demise." I pause for dramatic effect before continuing, "And speaking of contracts, I just happen to have a copy of this unusual one right here." I slide the document forward, watching Diva's reaction intently.

I can practically see the confidence draining from his face as he snatches the paper. For what feels like an eternity, his eyes dart back and forth, scanning every word meticulously. 

Savoring the moment, I lean back, “If I didn’t know any better, Diva, I would think this is the first time you’ve ever actually read it.” My grin grows larger like the cat who caught a mouse. "I find the fine print especially interesting."

Despite my momentary advantage, Diva swiftly regains composure, effortlessly slipping back into his charming persona. He slouches back, clad in black latex that emits a slight squeak as he casually crosses his long legs. "It's just an entertaining fabrication," he assures me. "Our manager has done a splendid job of keeping the fans hyped with these rumors. People love the fantasy that ONI is not just a band, but possessed by real life monsters embodying each of the seven deadly sins. Raven, for instance, is Greed...."

With a knowing nod, I respond, "And Diva is Lust.” I gesture to the signatures on the contract and the photo he just signed for me. "There's an interesting resemblance between Steve's signature and your handwriting, wouldn't you agree?

Diva burst out laughing. It's impossible not to be affected. It's infectious nature makes it hard to resist joining in. He really was stunningly beautiful.

“No more questions for today," his eyes glint with mischief, "...but” he reaches into his pocket and tosses to me a hotel room card key. “We can pick up this conversation after the show tonight.”

On him, Diva Hydra:
Mask: CRYPTID Dokkaebi Mask [mesh](Midnight Order)(240L)
Kimono: NAMINKOKE !H! Bento Uchikake Gashadokuro Male [mesh](Midnight Order)(480L)
Top: [Gild] Hades tank legacy, basic tiger [mesh](Midnight Order)(250L)
Hair: CAMO Venus F-Locs, fatpack [mesh](Midnight Order)(599L)
Eyes: TEETH [T] Mythic Eyes, Pink [BOM][mesh](Midnight Order)(350L)
Parasol: Soapberry SB. Jing Silk Parasol [Animesh](Midnight Order)(500L)

Belly Piercing: Aii & Ego BlackMage, Athletic, Full Outfit [mesh](Midnight Order)(2,500L)
Hands: Dreadmorne [DM] // Phantom Arm [mesh](750L)
Facestrap: TERIYAKI _TRK_ Kankuro Mask [mesh](90L weekend sale)
Face Piercings: CerberusXing Chained Bridge - Silver [mesh](300L)
Earrings: Badwolf Batwings Earrings, male Evo [mesh](270L)
Pants: toksik Leather Leggings, Black [BOM]
Head, piercings: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)
Pose: Del May DM Need Socks