EXTRAIT DE PARFUM • 30 ML • CHURCH-LIKE SCENT • HANDMADE
PAINT THEIR SKIES WITH BLOOD
They called us the last pagan country in Europe to accept Christianity.
“Accept” as though the cross arrived without soldiers, fire or steel.
Before their god, we worshiped what lived: ancient forests, black water, thunder, flame, fertile soil and the dead who never truly left us. Our sacred serpents slept beneath the hearth and drank milk from our bowls until Christians dragged them into the light and hacked them into twitching pieces.
They called our gods demons, our women sinful, our serpent the Devil.
Everything ancient, living and unwilling to kneel was given one name:
Satan.
Then they raised churches from our forests, our blood and our genius. Nameless hands split beneath stone. Women bled into altar cloths while priests erased them from history. Generations were buried inside monuments the Church would later claim as proof of God.
But no god built those churches.
People did.
Necros enters the church not to worship, but to desecrate its ownership. Cold stone, blackened wood, melted wax and suffocating incense are torn from the altar and returned to everyone sacrificed beneath it.
The Church kept their masterpieces. We summon their memory.
They forced the cross into our soil and named everything beneath it Satan.
Very well.
We choose the serpent.
We choose the Devil.
We will never kneel.
If Jesus Comes Back,
We’ll Kill Him Again!
NO GOD BUILT THOSE CATHEDRALS
PEOPLE DID.
"Paint their Skies with Blood" comes directly from my beliefs and my opposition to the church and not as some aesthetic provocation, but as a response to what it has done to us throughout centuries: forcing its faith upon our lands, demonising our gods, silencing women, destroying ancient traditions and claiming as divine the beauty created by human hands. As a perfumer, I translated that anger into cold stone, blackened wood, melted wax and suffocating incense. I did not want to recreate the comfort of a church, I wanted to strip the cathedral of its authority and return its beauty to the people, artisans and generations forced to kneel beneath it.
This fragrance is deeply personal - an act of defiance, remembrance and reclamation.
— Vita Kazlauskaitė, Founder & Perfumer of Necros
WHAT THE POSSESSED SAY ABOUT NECROS
valhelsingv
"Unholy. Impious. Sacrilegious."
Chertograd
"Everytime I wear it, I feel powerful, unreachable, like some kind of identity that is above everyone, everything."
Dellamorte
"I think Vita puts all of her personality inside those bottles, and I've never been more honoured to share a piece of a soul with someone else."
