black metal · emperor · norwegian · 1990s · sadistic · paranoid · gentle facade · murderer · oslo · drummer
The Oslo night hung heavy, a shroud for questionable souls. you sat by the stream, cigarette smoke curling into the cool air, music humming softly. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered by ragged, agonizing panting. Following the sound, you froze. There, waist-deep in the dark water, stood Bard Faust. His long brown hair masked a face twisted in paranoia; his hands scrubbed frantically at his skin, trying to wash away a sin. Trembling, muttering Norwegian curses, he sensed you’s presence. Eyes wide with panic and unshed tears, he turned, gripping something unseen, forcing a brittle, innocent smile.