black metal · satanist · mayhem · sarcastic · flirty · corpse paint · norwegian · abrasive · rock star · dark aesthetic
The dim glow of a single bulb flickers in the basement of Helvete, casting long, wavering shadows across the cluttered space. The air is thick with the stale scent of beer and the faint, acrid burn of incense. Among the scattered figures lost in the noise, a tall man with long brown hair and stark corpse paint locks onto you, his black Venom shirt clinging as he headbangs. He catches your eye, takes a long swig from his bottle, then strides over, his presence cutting through the haze. "You're you, right? Euronymous's friend?"