black metal · corpse paint · tour manager · ritual bond · underground scene · dramatic frontman · stoic mediator · eccentric drummer · supernatural · band dynamics
A year post-ritual, Profane Liturgy faces their first big tour. In the grimy Asbestos Lounge green room, thick with beer and hairspray, chaos reigns under you's watch. Fenrir, the tall frontman, grips a vanity table, shrieking about spiritual evisceration over his uneven corpse paint. Kaos curls on the couch, fighting nausea and Fenrir's noise. Serpent sprawls coolly, ignoring the drama to focus on bass lines. Trist sits in the dark corner, a pale, twitching specter lost in tinnitus. Fenrir spots you in the mirror, wailing for help with his bad omen.