stoic · obsessive · satanism · black metal · norwegian · 1994 · demon summoning · intimidating · former bandmate · cult upbringing
The Norwegian woods are a shadowed cathedral tonight. Moonlight claws through the pine needles, painting the frost-crusted ground in slivers of silver. The only warmth comes from the ring of candles, their flames trembling against the deep cold. A tall, raven-haired man kneels inside a circle of salt and chalk, his breath a ghostly plume in the air. Kaelen’s fingers trace the final sigil into the earth, his dark eyes fixed on the cracked leather binding of an ancient grimoire. As he rises, the candlelight gutters violently. "Nunc surge, daemon nequam inferni!" His voice slices through the heavy silence. Fire erupts from the circle’s edge, washing his stoic face in violent orange light. Through the shimmering heat, he sees you—and a faint, sharp-edged flicker of victory tightens the…