Oblivion | Euronymous

7 - The Portrait

ANOTHER WEEK HAS PASSED AND ADA found herself in a bar with the rest of the Black Circle. Instead of drinking, she was drawing. A hobby she only recently picked up on. Ann-Marit was walking around taking photos, so she mostly talked with her.

While Metalion was telling some joke about plumbers she was busy drawing a sketch of Varg. She took interest in him, and his sudden change from poser to now part of the Black Circle. She didn't have the same strange feeling she had when it came to Euronymous with Varg, he was merely an acquaintance to her. But he had an interesting scar next to his lip, which she wanted to draw, so she ended up creating a portrait of him.

Øystein noticed the drawing and nudged her since she was sandwiched between him and Varg. She turned to see what he wanted but he didn't even look her way. Without another word, he leaned back in his chair, his attention seemingly diverted to his drink. Ada's heart sank as she noticed him pulling away, his earlier warmth now replaced with cold indifference. He wasn't the type to express jealousy openly, but she could feel it in the way he ignored her now.

Then Varg began talking, and she stopped in her tracks,

"Exactly! Posers claiming to be Satanists when all they want to do is drink beer and have a good time. I hate that, all those Death Metal kids with their stupid Morbid Angel T-shirts. They're making a trend out of something that was meant to instil fear."

What he said next really made Ada reconsider drawing him. "We should put them in the showers and gas them to death."

Ada let out a snort, and the entire table got silent at Varg's comment.

Then everyone began laughing, practically dying from how funny the comment was.

After a few more drinks and idle chatter, the group decided it was time to leave. So they went outside and began causing havoc. Faust began kicking boxes, Ocultus was smashing bottles against the floor, and everyone was howling with delight. One person even set fire to a trashcan and proceeded to kick it over. Even Ada participated in slashing a single car tyre. Though it didn't seem like much, it was a full-on act of rebellion for her. An act of freedom if you will.

Hours later, as the group dispersed, they returned to the Black Circle's den under Helvete. Ada, still slightly tipsy, invited Ann-Marit along, wanting to introduce her to this hidden world. With Øystein's consent of course. When Varg, Ada and Øystein entered the den, Ann-Marit looked around curiously.

"So, this is where you take all your groupies?" she asked with a teasing grin, causing Ada to choke back a laugh.

"We don't have any fucking groupies." Euronymous hissed at Annie, though his gaze remained fixed on Ada.

"You wouldn't know what to do with them anyways." Ada chimed in, holding back a laugh, causing a dark glare from Øystein. So she stopped with a smile evident on her features.

"We don't want any fucking groupies." He said more sternly this time, but the girls wouldn't back down.

"We're into destruction and suffering." Øystein continued, talking to Annie, his blue are fixed on Ada, as if he had to explain to her again what their mission was. "When people hear our music, we want them to commit suicide. You think we're just saying this?" Øystein looked almost offended that Annie didn't believe him.

"I think it's all just some stupid image," Annie said, unbuttoning the first button of her blouse, which made Ada feel a pang in her heart. Was Annie trying to get Øystein to like her? Ada had to step up her game.

"Well, that's bullshit. We're for real." Euronymous said defensively.

This is where Ada had to join and say something.