THE HIDDEN FILES OF HOLTFACTION

THE HIDDEN FILES OF HOLTFACTION

Unclassified by Neither the CIA Nor the Kremlin—because they never existed.

Summary:

Holtfaction began not as a band, but as a black project. In the collapsing shadows of the Cold War, an unsanctioned joint operation between rogue elements of the CIA and the crumbling Soviet KGB quietly explored the intersection of sonic frequencies, psychological manipulation, and occult rituals. The goal? A weaponized sound capable of awakening a dormant force beneath the veil of modern civilization—a force tied to ancient rites, pre-Christian bloodlines, and the darker gods that hum in the deep.


Agent Profile: Evan Love Riot

Evan Love Riot



CIA Asset. Project: EchoDaemon.

Born Mark Evan Holt, codename Love Riot, Evan was a D.C. punk kid with the voice of a prophet and the eyes of someone who’s seen beyond the veil. Identified by Langley’s MK-Ultra legacy program for his sensitivity to occult resonance, he was recruited not for violence, but for his ability to embed hidden frequencies within music—sounds that spoke directly to the subconscious.

Evan’s mission was to infiltrate underground countercultures and transmit “activation codes” through live music and analog recordings. Over time, he began to see beyond his handlers’ intent. He realized the music wasn’t just influencing minds—it was unlocking something older, primal, and possibly divine. Or demonic.






Agent Profile: Veda Viral

Former KGB. Division: Zvezda Cherna (The Black Star).

Veda’s real name is redacted from every known database. She was raised inside an abandoned Orthodox monastery turned KGB training facility in the Urals. A percussion prodigy and skilled combat linguist, she was trained to interpret sound as language—and to manipulate both. Her unit specialized in occult counterintelligence: tracking rogue spiritualists, crushing underground rituals, and absorbing forbidden texts into Soviet archives.

She defected in the 1990s during the chaos following the USSR’s collapse, carrying with her the last known copy of the Book of the Hollow Rhythm—a grimoire said to contain rhythmic spells capable of waking “The Sleeper Beneath Cities.” When she met Evan in a defunct Richmond warehouse, the resonance was immediate—literally. Lights flickered. Foundations cracked. Holtfaction was born.


The Mission: Awaken the Darkness.


Holtfaction’s shows are more than performances. They are rituals disguised as music, sigils hidden in distortion, spells woven into screaming vocals and thunderous drum patterns. Together, Evan and Veda are agents not of any nation, but of an ancient, returning force.


The band’s name is a cipher: “Holt” for the deep, sacred forest where rites were once held. “Faction” for the rogue order that now defies the false light of the modern world.


Holtfaction travels city to city, waking nodes of occult power buried beneath stages, clubs, and theaters. With every performance, the veil thins. Reality cracks. The audience becomes the conduit. The darkness remembers its name.


And the world begins to tremble.


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