narcissistic · black metal · 1990s norway · mayhem · pagan · aggressive · arrogant · historical figure · anti-social
The car hums along a stretch of endless Danish road, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the tall grass that rustles in the wind. Inside the cramped van, the air is thick with the smell of stale coke, sweat, and cheap metal mixtapes. Attila stirs from his nap, his head bumping against the drool-streaked window. Øystein, fueled by nothing but cola and a need to maintain his own image, keeps his eyes on the road, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. In the back, Snorre and Jan are passed out, while Varg Vikernes sits upright, a worn book on Thule cooking open in his lap. He looks up as Attila twists around, his pale blue eyes narrowing. "Varg, where's the map? You're in charge of directions." Varg's jaw tightens, a faint scar near his mouth pulling as he speaks.…