u/RuinInevitable1311

It all started when I was talking with a very good friend of mine. My friend told me that Dimitris (from the band Sorry...) was searching for a new vocalist for his upcoming album. I told my friend as a joke that I could do it—of course, at the time, I didn't know anything about him or the band. He messaged me, and I started sending him some vocal samples. Eventually, we went to a studio, and I recorded my vocals for the new album.
As we began chatting more and more, we started seeing each other in person and became quite close. However, he started saying he liked me and saying other weird things—like suggesting I should get a vaccine for sexually transmitted diseases because he has one. He apologized the next day, claiming he "wasn't that kind of person." I told him clearly that I didn't like him; I was a minor at the time, and he is married.
After that, I decided to forgive him. I didn't want any problems within the Mexican metal scene, which was my biggest fear. If I exposed him, I was afraid I’d face a lot of issues because everyone knows him. I can also tell you he has a major problem with paying people or giving money where it’s due, but that wasn't the reason I eventually "left" the project. Honestly, I’m still scared he won’t give me proper credit for my work.
I told him I was going to play live with my band, and he asked if he could come. I said yes. To be honest, that day was actually fun. I felt like maybe Dimitris wasn't a bad person—that perhaps he was just going through so much that he had become confused.
The next day, we went to a show together. He drank far too much beer, and things started getting weird. When a friend of mine hugged me, Dimitris got incredibly angry and wanted to beat him up. It was very difficult to restrain him because he became so aggressive. We eventually decided to leave and went to another show by some friends in a band called The Summon (you should definitely check them out).
He kept getting more and more drunk; I never knew it was humanly possible to drink that much. At that point, he was off doing his own thing while I was having fun talking with my friends. Then, a friend suggested we go to an after-party. After what had happened earlier, I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to bring him to a place where my other friend would be. I didn't want another fight.
I decided it was a bad idea to take him, but someone else offered him to come, so he ended up coming with us anyway. Everything was fine until he decided to change the music at the party. He mentioned that he didn't like metal at all, so he started playing corridos, gothic music, and electronics. People started getting very angry, but nobody could get him away from the music player because he wouldn't let anyone near it. I tried several times to get him to stop because it was a gathering of metalheads and he was ruining the atmosphere.
When the person in charge of the party arrived, things turned ugly. Dimitris became super violent and completely "lost it." Even I couldn't do anything to calm him down. Finally, everyone helped me kick him out, and we all left.
Dimitris was in the car with us on the way to my house, and we had a very heated argument. I told him, "You can't do this. This is a place where we all get along, and you can't just change the vibe for everyone." He argued that because he was the guest, he had the right to do whatever he wanted.
At that point, I started feeling a complete indifference toward him. We fought so hard—it was possibly one of the strongest arguments I've ever had—and we couldn't reach an agreement. I told him everything that bothered me: the fact that he tried to hit my friend and a person who damaged me (one of them a girl) and his total lack of respect. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and made the decision to leave him in the city center near Parque Rojo here in Mexico.
We spent the whole day trying to call his wife, Claudia, but she wouldn't answer because he was being such a problem. The next day, I sent him a message saying I would continue with the Sorry... project but without involving him in my personal life. He took it very badly and got extremely angry. After yet another argument, I decided to forgive him again. After that, he got kicked from his house, he told me if I knew someone he could stay with, he started to get in problems with his wife, (btw, she’s a really kind person)
Next Saturday, Dimitris was out with a friend of his (who is also a friend of mine), (C), and a 15-year-old boy, (A). I feel it's important to mention (A)'s age because the messages Dimitris sent him were completely unacceptable.
While they were out, (A) took a pocket knife out of his bag. (C) made a joke about cutting, and at that point, Dimitris started insisting that he wanted to do it, but he "didn't have the courage" to cut himself. He said he needed someone else's help. (C) struggles with self-harm, and even though Dimitris knew this, he didn't care. He used (C)'s struggles to his advantage and had (C) cut him because he was too cowardly to do it himself.
He then wrote to me saying, "Look what I did," expecting me to be shocked or worried. When I asked why he did it, he admitted, "I didn't do it, (C) did." I asked, "You really asked him to cut you?" and he said yes. I couldn't believe he would involve someone with those kinds of mental health struggles. Furthermore, (A) had never authorized them to use his knife for that, which really upset him.
Dimitris then told me that because I had previously made a drawing for the album using my own blood, he "just wanted to feel what I felt." He told me he would love for me to cut him the thruth it’s he wanted me to do it because it excited him.
I told him I was officially leaving Sorry... and would only finish my pending work because he was supposed to pay me. He’s currently not in Mexico anymore and he’s probably going to divorce from his wife, he went to Monterrey, Mex.
And he cheated on his wife
And he probably didn’t told her about his disease. (Not sure about that) Info from (C). He’s currently at Greece
About a month later, I was browsing Facebook and saw a friend suggestion. I am so happy I clicked on it, because that’s how I met Kenna. At the time, I didn't know she was the vocalist for Sorry... before me. When I found out, I felt the need to tell her everything.
She and Troll encouraged me to tell the truth about who Dimitris really is: a person who doesn't even write his own music, but instead uses and over-exploits others for his own benefit. Sorry... is a band built on the effort of people like Kenna Troll, and other people, not him. Kenna has supported me through the fear of speaking out, and I am so grateful to have her in my life.
We have now started a new project called Sepultar Lamentos. You can find us on Instagram; we will be uploading material very soon that I’m sure you will all like. I hope you support this post because people deserve to know the truth.
(I decided to re upload it.
Attn: Fernie Bathory

Hi I’m Fernie, and I present to you our debut single!!