This is gonna be fun. I wrote this really morbid description of _____'s face for an assignment in the creative writing course. I was searching desperately for inspiration, rather a singular face that could be well described. Lo behold! I hit upon our very own Antichrist superstar. Guess who?

Read on...

There is a solitary chair in the middle of nowhere, where darkness envelopes you, consumes you, that is, except for the chair illuminated by a pale, deathly glow. I do not care to trace its source, for my eyes are fixated on the chair. I have been promised a tryst with the face of the enigma that is ______, and so I look on closely with fear, apprehension and expectation. The pain of hypnosis almost starts to overwhelm me, and precisely at that moment does his face choose to bestow upon me the great ‘honor’.

The ghostly countenance emerges suddenly from the darkness to reveal its contours; a surreal silhouette from the black halo. The pitch black hair encapsulates the face all over, except for a couple of places from where _______’s patented white skin, made up with the executioner’s paint, glistens through. This is the white, and surprisingly not the black, that beats the resonant rhythm of Satanism. It starts to pervade the atmosphere around me. Stillness surrounds the face. Time freezes in its tracks. A hand moves ever so slowly in a none-too-subtle antichrist reference to slide the hair away to give me that stunning first look. The skin, though smooth and blemish-less, oozes insanity and depravity out of every single pore. The eyes look at you with scorn and sardonic glee, in all their glorious asymmetry, peeking out of a cloud of grease ; one reflects blue and the other white, a white without the central black plum, a white that sends spasms up your spine. The pupil, maybe, has sunk into oblivion – the inky blackness where he has spent most of his wakeful adult life, or perhaps he has chosen to pluck it out in one of his fits of murderous rage. The large lips are painted in shades of black and blue, in violent contrast to the rest of the face. They break into a lop-sided, condescending smile, a smile that combines with the eyes to mock at my faith, to deride the conventions that I live by. The smile also reveals his sharp, yellow teeth; the canines resemble those of a bloodthirsty vampire. They shine in the horrific ambience with a yellowish light, with the dull shimmer of corroded copper. The forked tongue that seems to have been dripped in blood, is reminiscent of the painting ‘Army of Darkness’ where the tongue of Satan embraces indulgence and perversity. The forehead is emblazoned with a tattoo, a fractal image of the esoteric, pagan symbol of Satan, the inverse pentagram that contains within itself a symbol of a gun in red. The aquiline nose with flaring nostrils seems to dart poisoned arrows at you, those that could slice opinions with lazy arrogance. The hollow, sunken cheeks seem to have been scooped out of his face. The piece de resistance, his ear rings that act as the perfect reflection of his persona, dangle by his jaw line. The devilishness of their design and the stark lines in them seem to dance of their own volition, to an ethereal, other worldly rhythm. Yet as _____ walks towards me I feel the distance grow. The farther his hand stretches out to touch me with its wretchedness, the more space seems to expand. Suddenly the scene melts in a whirl of color in sharp contrast to the simplicity of hues on the face.

This is pulp fiction, as is ________.

Keep the guesses going!