The Serpentine Offering 2

Created by DancinthruSunday on Wednesday, July 25, 2007

I sat in an alley squeezing my pocket knife, wide awake until sun-up. When people started to emerge from their homes and wander the streets, I walked over to Hel and stood out front waiting for the owner to show up. The owner The owner finally showed up, and I talked him into hiring me. I ended up bar-tending for the rest of the day.


The owner of Hel went by Surt. (I'm sorry, Surt, but I'm stealing your name lol :D) He was in his mid 30's, had long, black hair, wore leather and spikes, and Immortal inspired corpse paint religiously. He was taller than me, but not really considered tall. And, he had been on the NBM scene since dinosaurs roamed the Earth, or at least since Mayhem were formed and Helvete was opened. He claimed to have been one of Euronymous's best friends. I didn't know if I believed him on that one, but during my days at Hel, heh introduced me to many Black metal legends.


At one point, I ended up baby-sitting Samoth's daughter a couple of times. I don't have a problem with kids; but, let's face it, I made better money serving two shifts at Hel everyday than I'd make if I took off work to baby sit Samoth's pride and joy. A good thing that came out of the baby-sitting experience though, was that I became good friends with Samoth, and I even did guest vocals on one of his project's albums. Then, Emperor went on their Reunion tour, and he took his wife and daughter on tour with him.


So, I went back to bar-tending full time for Surt. Surt let me live in the back room of Hel until I had saved up enough money to rent a place of my own.


The money I made that wasn't spent on food, or put away for an apartment was spent on batteries for my walkman and EPs by Black metal bands that caught my attention at Hel. I spent my first pay check though on a sharper, better, bigger knife. I was living in the Ghetto, and I couldn't be too careful. After six months of working at Hel and doing odd jobs around the city, I finally had enough money to afford a down-payment on an apartment. I moved into a (literal) one-room apartment. The floor was hard-wood, and in the back corner, stood a sink, a counter with cabinets, an oven, and a fridge. The bathroom was on the other corner next to a linen closet I moved what little belongings I had acquired to the apartment, and then went to the grocery store to buy food, dishes, and silverware for my fridge.


Surt gave me the rest of the day off to get settled in my apartment. I made a small dinner of soup and salad. (Real soup, not the the shit that comes in a can.) Then, I did the dishes. I tidied up around the apartment a bit with some cleaning supplies I found in the linen closet. Then, I wanted to shower so badly that I forgot to I didn't have any soap or towels. I rinsed off and dripped dry in front of the furnace for two hours. I then fell asleep on the floor, listening to Vlad Tepes on my walkman.


Despite the couple of pillows I had slept on, my back ached badly the next morning. I got up, ate scrambled eggs and toast, listened to Satyricon, then went to Hel to work for the rest of the day.


Surt asked me how the move was when I got to Hel, then that day was like every other day. Except, Peste Noire and Dimholt were on the bill for that night. I sighed as I read this. Luckily, my shift ended at midnight when Dimholt were sceduled to play. But, what I wasn't planning on was that Isar would show up early, plop down on a bar stool in front of me, and order a drink. He did just that. I turned around to see him staring at me with a raised eye brow. He didn't look pleased, but he did look surprised. Isar's appearance had changed a bit since I last saw him. He had dyed his hair black and added blond highlights to it. It was also longer. He was somewhat leaner, and more grown up looking.


"So, is this where you've been for the past 6 months?" Isar asked angrily.


"Yes," I said, unimaginably and dully.He looked around and rolled his eyes.


"What exactly do you think you're going to accomplish here?" he asked.


"I don't know," I admitted.


"Well, would you be interested in accompanying me back to Espedal after our show?" He asked nicely. Since he got me to admit defeat, he could afford to be nice.


I thought for a moment. I was sick of working two six-hour shifts a day, but I had just put a down-payment on an apartment. And, my life had recently became interesting. So, I said no.


"No?!Why?!" He exclaimed.


"Because, after 3 months of being locked up with no explanation, I've decided that life is worth living. And, my life has finally become worth living now that I think about it." I explained. Heh stared at me angrily.


"Fine, but I'm telling your father where you are." he said, sounding like an upset 5-year-old. I laughed, which seemed to offend him, and reminded him that I was an adult and that he couldn't do anything about it. I left while Dimholt set up their equipment.
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2 months later..
I wrung in the new year performing as vocalist of my very own Black metal band, Helvete-Edda at Hel. In my free time, I was learning how to play guitar and writing song lyrics. I kept my own name because it's Black Metal enough for my band. At Hel, I had met with three girls who were interested in starting a Black metal band, and we did just that. There was Ann (Persephone)on Bass guitar, Carina (Athena) on drums, and Xenia on guitar. We were hell-bent on making a dent in the NBM scene, and we were the only all-girl band in the scene at the time. That night, Mustis from Dimmu Borgir was in the audience, and he happened to like the idea of an all-girl band.


After our performance, Surt came running up to me with a look of amazement on his face. I smiled at him, thinking he was blown away from our performance. I thought that our cover of Darkthrone's "Transylvanian Hunger" turned out very good. But, it wasn't that at all.


"Luna, Mustis from Dimmu Borgir wants to speak with you." he said.


I gasped, "Mustis? Dimmu Borgir are my favorite band ever!!!!" he led me to the back room, which he had changed since I moved out to a lounge for the bands. Mustis was waiting for me...
I wonder what he could want?
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