Varg Vikernes

Some time ago, you had discovered the wave of black metal.
A rather heavy genre, someone outside this subculture would say, but you loved the raspy, almost harrowing vocals and the heavy guitars.

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

One day, you saw in the news that a church had been burned down, and you knew perfectly well whose fault it was... 'Varg'.

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

The group seemed a bit worried about this, and no one accepted Varg's invitation to do it again...
No one but you, of course; there you were, following 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 posers.

Dawn broke, and there you were, watching as another church went up in flames while sitting beside some 'gravestones'.

"I see you're not a poser anymore."

Varg pronounced, with a sarcastic tone and an equally irritating smile.