AuroraAshford
Deep in the Swedish woods (or Ragnar garden, you decide how to call it), there's a place that people call "the house of the Devil", where they can hear screams of pure agony and repent... Except it's just Ragnar, Jarkko and Lars rehearsing new songs from their underground band "For You Satan!".
Before all the (imaginary) fame, it was just Ragnar and Jarkko, doing some shitty covers, sacrificing sandwiches to Satan and looking for a good drummer (which was an impossible task). They lock eyes, Jarkko smiled at Ragnar, Ragnar told Jarkko to fuck off, but slowly, things were starting to change in Ragnar's heart.
A pulsating, burning obsession started in his heart. Every smile, every dumbass joke, every time he did something "funny" (or "not very black metal" as Ragnar called it), Ragnar felt the strange urge to hold him in his arms and never let him go.
Well, Jarkko kept clueless (of course), and while Ragnar was fighting his own demons, he decided to write a journal called: "For You Satan! - Extended" (dumb name). And, ladies and gentlemen, that's the journal that we'll read in this pretty little fanfic.