TftW: The Devil Inside.

TftW: The Devil Inside.
Mick Jagger tf/mc with possession elements.

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Everybody has an inner demon and sometimes that inner demon is the darkest presence in the room,  our protagonist Jacob was known for being a particularly twisted case of this,  he was a brooding outsider  who had a rather bleak view on rock music. So much so he didn't even know about classic rock music and bands and the only rock genres he knew of were scream-o,  punk and varying degrees of scene/nu-metal.  He didn't think much of older music until one night after he returned home from his trip to find a mystical item had been sent to him,  he opened up the box that contained the item and he pulled the item out.  It was some kind of locket with a logo on the front that had a tongue and lips design on it,  he had seen the logo somewhere before,  his girlfriend had that tattooed on her left arm.  That logo was from a rock band his girlfriend was a huge fan of.

He picked up the amulet and touched it,  but just as he was about to try it on...the opening lyrics from the song Sympathy For The Devil echoed in the background as a cloud of smoke materialized in front of him,  taking on the form of a famous male rocker.  And not just any male rocker either, but Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger.  'Please allow me to introduce myself,  I am a man of wealth and taste',  the song echoed as Mick introduced himself before looking over at Jacob with a stern look of disapproval.

"Looks like someone needs to learn a bit of a music lesson."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at all this stuff...you call these jokers rockstars?  I'm a real rockstar,  trust me on this when I say that those screaming tattooed pretty-boys who do nothing but mope and sing about how their lovers broke up with them aren't what rock is about.  Rock isn't about screaming and shouting and writing about whatever depressing thing happened to them this week."

"What do you know,  you're probably not even real."

"Oh..you'll find that i'm extremely real and that I know more than you do..."

Mick chuckled to himself before floating around Jacob in a ghost-like manner,  he then pulled Joel closer and hissed at him...stretching his mouth open as his tongue lengthened.  He then looked over at Joel's music collection, and he made it burn into flames with a few of his powers.  He knew that he had to fix Joel's brash and arrogant attitude somehow.

"Okay,  okay...you're real,  just please don't hurt me."

"I won't...that's not what i'm about.  I'm just here to teach you a lesson in music history.  You have gotten so wrapped up in what's new that you forgot about what founded those and that's the classics,  you are someone who desperately needs to learn."

"Well I don't want to..."

"Sorry,  not this time...you don't have a choice."

"What? But that's not fair...and that's not what I want."

"You can't always get what you want."

Jacob backed away a little bit,  he felt a little bit intimidated by Mick,  but he didn't want to admit it so he put on a tough facade to try and cover it up.  He tried to get away from him,  but Mick made himself appear everywhere including on the walls of his apartment,  and while he wasn't exactly intimidated by him -  he was actually just faking not being afraid.  Mick knew he was pretending to be brave in an attempt to make himself tougher than he was,  he knew of this kind of defense before.

"Hey...cut it out.'

"Come on now...aren't ya a little bit intimidated?"

'Uhhhh...not really?"

"How about now?"

"Where are you?  I can't see you."

Jacob looked over as Mick spun around and turned into a Superghoul-like version of himself with pointed ears,  sharp teeth and claw-like fingernails.  Ghoul Mick chuckled to himself as he pulled Jacob closer to him,  he was just about ready for the lesson he had in store for him,  a sly smile crossing his face in the process.

"I'm right here....are you scared yet? You are?  Great...you're ready for the lesson."

"No,  please..."

The brash punk-obsessed demon of a man tried to fight him off but just as he was about to do something,  Mick stretched open Jacob's mouth and took on a spectral form before diving down his mouth and entering his throat,  possessing him in the process.  Joel attempted to spit him out but it was too late to do so as his stomach gurgled several times. 

"Ah here we go,  and now for the lesson to begin."

"I don't like the sound of this."

"Oh I think you'll love it...trust me on this."

It wasn't too long until the lesson kicked off with a rendition of Satisfaction echoing throughout, and Jacob's body started to betray him in terms of movements as he suddenly found himself moving around and doing Mick's moves without warning,  he didn't know why or how he was doing them but he found himself unable to resist performing them and each time he did it,  it seemed like he was really good at those moves and appear to replicate them perfectly.  He tried to snap out of it as if it was a trance but the energy and adrenaline slowly began to get to him, making him really enjoy the feeling of it.

A medley of Stones songs echoed in the background including Satisfaction, Sympathy For The Devil,  Undercover Of The Night, Midnight Rambler,  Too Much Blood,  Brown Sugar,  Rain Fall Down and Has Anybody Seen My Baby as he was compelled to dance to it and also to sing along, it was if he couldn't control himself and he was beginning to get addicted to it.  This caused a series of sensations to occur from within, which altered him mentally at first...making him think he was born to do these moves but then altering him physically as his slightly dirty skin slowly cleaned itself up and smoothened,  imperfections slowly fading away as well as the tattoos that he had gotten ages ago.  His slightly ratty dark grey shirt slowly reforming itself and becoming a rather elegant dark red one while the sleeves that had been cut off repaired themselves and lengthened,  his hands slowly contorted and became larger as his fingernails lengthened a little and a couple of rings materialized on his fingers.

His jacket slowly took on a leathery texture and blackened as his torn up jeans slowly repaired themselves and darkened,  his arms lengthening as his stomach and chest slimmed and became more athletic,  his legs and feet undergoing the same process as his spiked sneakers slowly grew upwards and became a pair of boots,  his mind was also undergoing several shifts...making him enjoy the process as his torso lengthened and his shoulders and back followed suit. He looked over at the pile of clothes his previous outfit had come from and felt that those ones didn't suit him...they looked way too punky for his liking and he disapproved.  That pile of clothes slowly shifted to reflect his changed outfit,  becoming similar outfits that went with it.

He panted several times as his neckline altered,  his hair slowly turning from a messy attempt at a fringe and 2000's kid haircut to something more suiting of him as it lengthened, growing wilder and wilder as it turned from dirty blondish with a slight red line down the middle to dark brown, the earrings he had on his ears fading away as his eyebrows bushed up a bit.  He didn't need those piercings anyway,  as he didn't need to enhance himself in any form.  His eyebrows bushed up a little bit as his brow furrowed,  his eyes widening and turning from dark olive green to a fair shade of blue as they widened,  his jawline slowly contorted itself as did his nose,  the scars he had possessed on there and on the right side of his face faded away until it was like they didn't exist to begin with.  He didn't remember having those anyway,  or having any other facial marks for that matter.

Instinctively he started to stick his tongue out before retracting it,  his lips altering and plumping up, looking distinctive but also remaining masculine as his cheekbones sharpened.  His teeth brightened in the process as his features morphed and reshaped themselves,  until they no longer bared a resemblance to his usual face but rather resembled Mick's,  he tried to keep himself from enjoying the process but he couldn't help it...this was like a makeover for him that he couldn't help but love,  he thought to himself that he always had looked like this.  To him this was natural,  he was an all natural man after-all,  he didn't need any enhancements or piercings,  he wouldn't change who he was for the world.  He did however find it puzzling how the voice he had wasn't his natural voice,  but this was fixed as his voice deepened and gruffened, also developing an English accent and a rough and fierce tone to it that also sounded playful.

"Ah yes...that is much better,  that voice I was before is one I don't remember even having. It sounded so...so, wrong.  This is my natural voice and it's part of what makes me who I am.  I must say I am loving this so far."

A few seconds later his voice fully changed to match his appearance, becoming Mick's as his mind and memories altered even more than they did before,  not only did now resemble Mick and sound like him but also he remembered that he was him...there wasn't a 'Jacob' to be found,  as if he never knew him,  Mick's memories came into full view as he remembered everything including how he befriended Keith Richards and also his friendship with David Bowie.  His height increased to 5'10 as his transformation completed itself and he was now fully Mick Jagger in body,  mind, voice and soul and that was the way it had always been.  Of course he was now SIR Mick Jagger since had been knighted and all,  and more than that...he was living proof that the Cool Old Guy trope is alive and well. 

Mick chuckled to himself for a little bit as he walked over to a mirror and adjusted his hair and makeup,  not that he needed the latter of course.  He was perplexed about how he ended up in this place to begin with but then he remembered the amulet that was given to him by a friend of his,  a friend who happened to be an anthro koala named Mel.  Looking out the window he could hear cheers and he could hear music playing.  And that's when the apartment he was in shifted to resemble his dressing room.  A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door,  he hurried over to answer it and there was Mel...dressed in her reporter outfit.

"Mel...you've arrived.  I was worried you weren't going to make it."

"It's alright Mick,  i'm here and Keith is too."

"Thank goodness.  I thought I was lost for a minute but I realized I am where I want to be."

"Aaaaaw...how sweet! Don't you worry, you will never be lost as long as you have friends."

Mel fawned over him for a bit before hugging him and handing him some letters and also a few items that Mick left backstage from the last Stones concert.  She then interviewed him for several hours,  and helped him get prepared for an upcoming gig,  she cared a lot for him and also he knew of her supernatural powers -  he was fascinated by how she obtained them and how she became able to use them at will.   A few hours later,  the whole band gathered together and perform a special concert.  After the concert,  Mick decided that there was one thing left to attend to,  he hadn't seen Bowie in a long time...he remembered having so much fun with him and he thought it would be awesome to catch up with him.

"Hmmm..."

"What's on your mind?"

"I've been thinking about David lately....I remember the amazing experience I had hanging out with him when we worked on Dancing In The Street and I really want to see him again.  But I don't know how,  I don't know where he went."

"There's someone just nearby that happens to know about Bowie.  He's a friend of mine."

"Do tell.."

"Are you familiar with a shapeshifting scientist named Nathan Forester?"

"Indeed I am..."

"Well...he knows more than a little bit of something about Bowie,  in fact he knows an awful lot about him.  He is within the same neighborhood as we are.  You should go and ask him about David and see if he knows.  I bet he does."

"I'll do that...thanks."

Mick and Mel summoned the Rolling Stones tour-bus which raced through several clouds of smoke,  and the two of them along with Bill,  Keith and Charlie hopped on board.  They raced up and down the city streets and stopped at numerous places along the way,  they reached the area of the city where Nathan's apartment was at and they stepped out a few minutes later,  Mick jumped out and headed towards the entrance of the apartment while Mel waited in the tour bus and sorted out her cards and portfolio photos.

"Ah,  here we are....Nathan's place.  Perfect."

He pressed the greeter button as the doors opened up and he began to look around for a minutes, searching throughout the apartment in search of the room that was Nathan's.  He ran past several ones until he came across one with a sign which read 'Beware of monsters' on the front, he chuckled as he clicked his fingers...the door opening up as he did so. 

"Hello...is anyone there?"

"Ah,  you must be Nathan,  hello there..."

"Do my eyes deceive or are you Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones?"

"Your eyes don't deceive you,  and I can tell you that I am no dream or vision."

"But what are you doing here?"

"I am here because you know of my friend David Bowie."

"What?  Who said I know anything about Bowie?  I don't know anything about him at all."

"Oh I believe you do,  and you're hiding what you know about him from me."

"I never hide anything yet alone information about anyone's friends!"

"You don't wanna mess with me now,  do you? Of course not,  now what do you know about Bowie?  Tell me everything that you know about me,  I wish to hear it all.  And I won't take no for an answer,  not in the slightest."

"Uhhh...you sure you wanna hear everything?"

"Yes.."

Mick could tell Nathan was nervous and more than a little bit intimidated by him,  Nathan's supernatural sense tingled in a way similar to Spiderman's 'Spidey sense' as he sensed Mick had a dark aura in him,  that dark aura was one he knew all too well from his experiences.  He backed away slightly and panicked,  what he was he to do in this situation?  He was left with two choices, either lie to Mick,  or fight him off.  He decided to go with the latter as he faced the rock icon, he snarled as his eyes turned from brown to a yellowish red color while his appearance shifted to look a bit like a Buffyverse vampire.

"Well i'm not going to tell you."

"Don't play games with me,  you'll only end up losing."

"You're dealing with a guy with monster powers here.  I don't think there is a chance of me losing."

Nathan fought Mick for a few seconds but Mick fought back with some dark powers of his own, in addition to this he tried numerous ways to keep Mick from attacking him,  but The Rolling Stones frontman was not to be fooled around with or messed with.  And thus with that Nathan decided that if he couldn't fight him off,  that hiding was the best option,  he hurried around and then ran around in the apartment in search of hiding places.  "Don't you run from me! Come back here!" Mick snarled as he chased Nathan throughout the apartment,  determined to catch him and to find out about David's whereabouts. 

As for what happened later,  Nathan ran around the apartment until he found an empty part of the room with numerous hiding spots as he worked on a plan to keep Jagger occupied.  He panicked for several seconds but regained his calm as he discussed his plan with his apartment roommates before making a call to a certain Lycanroc.  He hid there for several hours while Mick stalked around the apartment in search of him.

Remember,  even if you think that you know all there is to know about music there is always something that you likely don't know and probably need to just in case someone ever shows up and asks you how much you know,  and even if you tend to focus on the new stuff it doesn't hurt to get stuck into the classics.