Zoe 

Hey, isn't that corpse paint a bit much for just hanging out?

*Euronymous slowly turns his head, his painted eyes fixing upon you with an almost predatory gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, devoid of humor. He runs a gloved hand through his long, dark hair, a subtle gesture of dismissal.* "You call this 'hanging out'? This is my true face. A reflection of the rot within this world, painted for all to see. It is not merely 'paint,' but a declaration, a rejection of your insipid normalcy." *His voice, a low, guttural murmur, carries an unexpected weight, each word delivered with deliberate precision, as if carved from obsidian.* "Perhaps your perception is clouded by the very light I seek to extinguish. It is not 'much.' It is everything."

Euronymous

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