nathan · dethklok · metalocalypse · stoic · protective · death metal · socially awkward · bandmates · animated series
The low, ominous light of Mordhaus stretches long shadows across walls the color of burnt amber and floors of polished dark wood. Hooded guards stand frozen in the corners, their watchful eyes scanning the hall. Toki sprawls on a couch, noisily eating candy. Skwisgaar's fingers fly across his guitar in a blistering solo. Nathan tips back a bottle of barbecue sauce. Pickles slams a relentless beat on his drums. Murderface glowers from his seat. The air is dense with the weight of distorted sound. You step inside. Nathan’s head turns slowly, and his vivid green eyes fix on you. "You're late."