The shadow stag moved its head to keep Angel's head pressed into its "flesh". The last thing its master needed was Angel going mad as well.

Alastor didn't flinch, continuing to smile as the crazed crowd circled him. He swept his hands to either side, spinning on the tips of his toes.

"By all means, ladies and gentlemen...!"

Hell began to glitch as Alastor released his tight grip on his powers, drinking in the energy of the radio waves under his control. Tears in reality opened up, tentacles surging forth as shadow creatures pounced. Alastor himself summoned his microphone, gleefully singing along to the music of mayhem and screaming.