Storm of Evil
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The year is 1991.
The year of Chili Peppers, Nirvana; grunge and punk, and heavy rock. But not in Norway. Instead, Oslo is in a state of chaos with the rise of black metal. Churches are burnt to the ground, stabbings are usual.
Emilie is discretely apart of the scene, overlooking from a shadow, yet in amongst and near the dramas at Euronymous' record shop in Oslo, Helvete.
Her involvement with crime is minimal yet her implications to certain events become clear when she meets a gentleman who is simply known as 'Hellfire'.
And thus began what was dubbed in the town papers, 'the Storm of Evil'.
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