Storm of Evil

STORM OF EVIL

by NightmaresHappen, 2014

  Prologue

  The year is 1991. A year over the new decade, just 9 shy of the new millennia. The world was taken by bad fashion and pop music; acts like Nirvana and Chili Peppers, movies like Silence of the Lambs and Beauty and the Beast.

  But not here.

  Not in Norway.

  It was another universe here. Not really a trend, but a movement was in motion; they called it black metal.

  An image composed of black clothes, long hair, metal spikes and corpse paint - it happened.

  Lots of names circulated around, names like Dead, Euronymous, Hellhammer and Varg. They were the popular ones though, coming from Helvete recordings - Euronymous's record shop.

  Per Yngve Ohlin of Mayhem, or 'Dead' as he liked to be called, had already committed suicide not long ago. Rumour had it that Øystein 'Euronymous' took photos and stewed up his brains and made necklaces out of his skull. But, who knows.

  I was a regular face, but I knew what was going on. I didn't have much to do with them, yet I felt as though I knew their lives. Dead's suicide affected me a little more than I would have liked it to, but I carry on.

  They don't notice me, but I notice them. They...fascinate me. The rebellion of these people is intriguing, though by the same token, it's fucking terrifying.

  Oslo was in for anarchy.

  That was where I met him.

A/N

  I would just like to say; this is a story. I have merely been influenced by the concept and ideas surrounding black metal. It is not 100% accurate or truthful. I'd like to think I'm not taking a giant shit on what black metal stood for and meant, but I feel it unavoidable.

  I do apologise. 

  Believe me, the thoughts and morals of individuals such as Varg 'Count Grishnackh' Vikernes and Gylve 'Fenriz' are held with the utmost respect.

  It is in my interest to create something unnecessarily unnecessary - to project dark feelings, and to express myself as a writer. Nothing more.

 

  So basically; this story is a giant hypocrisy on my behalf. All apologies.

  I'd also like to mention that this story is very most likely religiously offensive. I cannot stand the corrupt nature of Christianity and Catholicism. In Varg Vikernes' own words, "Christianity is the root of all problems in the modern world" [Until The Light Takes Us, 2008]. I don't apologise for that. Feel free to have your own opinions, but this is mine. I take no responsibility if you feel offended or find my text discriminating or victimizing. It's a harsh world, with harsh realities. Think not a burning church as a sign of Satanism, but a way of free thought; breaking the bonds of human imprisonment.

Enjoy.

  ~NightmaresHappen