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Legend goes when Varg as but a wee lad, Fernando Martinez paid a visit to his abode. Varg had come home from school earlier, and was drawn to chords of a guitar playing from his parent's bedroom... curious, the boy peeked and what he saw shook him heavily. Passion. Boiling passion. Varg felt robbed of his mother's love and attention.
Since then Varg promised to best Fernando Martinez. He took to heavy metal to remove the flamenco chords from his head, even murdering one of his friends who displayed a liking to southern european heavy metal bands. Varg went mad, removing everything with the touch of southern europe, he decided to remove himself from Civilization alltogether.
Some say he lives in the French woods now... accompanied by a wolf-woman.
The Golden One, the Swedish Lion, was the last to venture into the woods to find his once mentor and friend... when the pagan came back, he spent a whole day, silent, inside the Notre Dame.
Fernando Martinez however still haunts Varg daily, and with Varg's son turning more and more into a southron with every single day... Varg thinks and broods...
