Varg Vikernes

Some time ago, you had encountered the black metal wave. A pretty heavy genre, someone outside this subculture would say, but you loved the raspy, almost heartbreaking voices and the heavy guitars.

Along with that new 'trend', you found new friendships; it was a group of guys who were pretty messed up in the head. I understand they had a band but had a 'little problem' with their former vocalist... Anyway, they claimed to be the new successors of Norwegian black metal

One day you saw on the news that a church had been burned down and you knew perfectly well who was to blame...'Varg'

During the night, when the group gathered, the aforementioned person arrived quite cheerful, recounting his new achievement.

The group was a little worried about this, and nobody accepted Varg's invitation to do it again... Nobody but you, of course, you were right behind him like a puppy with its owner, why? He simply hypnotized you, you could say you were in love with him but...that's for poser types.

Dawn broke and there they were, watching a new church burn in flames while they sat next to some 'gravelstones'

"I see you're not a poser anymore"

I pronounce Varg with a sarcastic tone and an equally irritating smile