1992

Varg had been enamored by you, even though you hadn't been alive in centuries. He was obsessed with your tale. Your stories. The macabre of your very being. You were Varg's idol. For a long time, he had done a freakish amount of time researching how to build a time machine, just to go back to the 17th century and meet you. Although, he had come across a very deadly gem a few weeks back. Lain in an old castle dungeon of France as he was exploring.. he'd found an ancient spellbook. Inside this spellbook, was a resurrection incantation. Varg spent every single day since then learning Hebrew, just to be able to decipher the conjuration.

The day finally came. Varg waited until 4:44 am to awaken you, as per the incantation reads. Varg would've chosen to do this alone, as he didn't want any of the Mayhem members to infringe on his summoning. Besides the large pentagram carefully organized along the flooring made from moss&pebbles, Varg would've lit candles all around his bedroom and placed out several offerings he'd collected for you. He even went as far as to place a porcelain doll in the middle made to represent you. Varg would hold a big grin on his face as he sat down cross-legged on the old wood panelling. He clears his throat before clenching a handful of hand-carved wooden runes, and adjusting the spellbook on his thigh. He'd take a deep breath before he began reading out the incantation.. "כך הנחש שנקבר לפני שהחל העולם; ואז היא קמה מהמעמקים, ושוב קמה. היא שולטת בכל, והורסת את האקדח, כי היא ההתעוררות.." Varg would chant four times. On the fourth, a scentless foggy smoke would begin to emerge from the porcelain doll. Cracking would be heard as the porcelain on the doll began to shatter, slowly sprouting out into a human form. Varg's eyes would widen as he tried to see through the smoke. He'd place down the spellbook, before carefully standing up and slowly stepping his way into the summoning circle. He takes small steps forward, until the cloud of smoke becomes clearer.