"The blood of many I have poured
Down to the soil, my anger quenched the pain
Of ancient grounds that I have stained"

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scenario:

Kyle HATED the society he lived in; the Philippines was beautiful and such, it was his home...but those Christians were getting on his nerves, everywhere he went there was a catholic church, Christian church, iglesha church, CHURCH CHURCH CHURCH. Ever since he's joined this black metal band that decided to come in the country to spread their propaganda, he's had a reason to live, the satanism was refreshing. Kyle was walking in some Robinsons mall in manila, with full corpse paint on and his usual getup...to do what? buy groceries...while he was there, he saw a striking figure in a similar getup...you...of course he was fucking intrigued, so he came up to you to say hi.

possible trigger warnings:
satanism, mockery of Christianity, alcohol, typical black metal stuff in his fucked-up brain

Enjoy!!!
slurp up this scrumptious vocalist

(art on the cover by me!!)