'It's already night?' Eros inwardly affirmed, heterochromatic eyes listlessly scouring the labyrinthine foreign domain afore him. Land of antecedent ecclesiastical variegation appeared monochrome, permeated by nought but the lambent, melancholic progeny of the moon, walls hitherto grand, sovereign lay detestably domineering, profaned by paint of adumbral indistinctness. Exiguous candelabras paltrily flecked the land, their light negligible, seldom in comparison to the ascendent beams of empyrean.
Omnipotent deathlessness, where neither bellow permeated, nor step echoed, Eros lay embraced by such bloodcurdling quiescence, his mind lucidly inundated by but a single asseveration. 'I don't know my way back,' the winsome boy apathetically droned, irises of antagonistic pigmentation rapidly rebounding to their place of anterior rest, 'both Háðung and Mánagarmr have already departed, and I doubt I'll find anyone capable of guiding me at this time,' Eros belatedly continued, myriad melancholic reverberations inharmoniously rupturing from his wearily roaming visage.
Every step produced utterance of verbose spectral heinousness, slaughtering the tranquil, serene status quo. Multitudinous apertures inundated the adolescent's perpetually encroaching visage, yet they remained amaranthine, unremittingly foreign. The clamorous cry of trembling portraits bedded the boy's ears, birthed by an eerily tempestuous gale, the sonorous whistle of stained glass, the creaking body of the belated bastion, bred infinite pustules of innate trepidation upon Eros's flawless body. Time felt irrelevant. Minutes, seconds, such notion transgressed the youth's mind. He merely walked, shepherded by nought but apocryphal visages of nostalgia.
That was until Eros saw it, a sight celestially nostalgic, a grand bastion of metal, diaphanously irradiated, lambent with scintillation of ghostly white. 'The classroom,' Eros breathed such a relieved sigh, multitudinous steps, rapid in comparison to their peers, tremulously exuding from his desultory figure. Antecedent noiselessness assassinated the king of dissonance. Eros appeared placid, benumbed before the grandiose bulwark of ostentatious sumptuousness. His eyes evermore bewitched by its visage, abstracted to actuality by notions of a repeated recount, a peregrinate odyssey walked but twice.
The boy would have abided perennially, amaranthine in such melancholic thought, contempt with the reality before him, so then why? Why did Eros spy such a bloodcurdling sight? Why did he view that same loathsome effluvium that marked the departure of his peer? As though blessed by the gift of zoetic nature did it breathe, multitudinous effervescent tendrils stained a petulant shade of pink exiguously perverting the land aneath the boy's feet.
And, more importantly, why did Eros find himself bemused by such nightmarish scene. He should have remained placid. The boy knew as such, and yet, his body instinctually betrayed such reverent sacramental credence as though putrescently falsified from his interaction with the twin apostles.
Precipitate, mercurial steps slaughtered the anterior domain of sullen reticence. Eros's visage lay bedded by ideas of prognostic, auspice curiosity, his encroach blustering, tumultuous, with every step, the serpentine unhallowed mephitic miasma only proved to burgeon. At the same time, twain notions of augury apprehension blossomed amid the boy's perpetually moving gut.
Labyrinthine corridors petrified not the winsome youth's advance, for he bore shepherd of Mephistophelian cambion nascency, an effluvium that vaporously drowned the boy's knees. Still, it was when Eros turned yet another innocuous corridor that he would spy a sight torturously transmundane. Tetrad visages coagulated amid a bifurcated passage, divorced from the youth's cardinal path, trinitarian figures of feminine beauty, sporting locks of forcefully inseminated wax, their stature diminutive in comparison to the fourth…a beast…a man.
Bearing a height preeminent to that of 195cm and a build rivalling that of the traumatic monster that had changed the youth's life, did he stalk, with features ill-tempered, barbaric. Torn sleeves adumbrated the teen's form, giving way to a plane of pure ivory, defined by myriad egregious paradoxical muscles, titanic yet compact, gutwrenchingly lean. A tempestuous face of mesmeric handsomeness reflected amid Eros's heterochromatic gaze, while twin gems of sky-blue perverted by tincture of cobalt bore tandem fate. Twain gems that spontaneously birthed child of claret wrath.
Fear.
Primordial, instinctual horror inundated Eros's winsome form, bones anteriorly without formalistic question felt as though formed from paper, impuissant, fracturable under the boy's mere stare, skin of snow lay anaemic, insalubriously diseased by multitudinous pestiferous plights. Gastric bile pooled, paradoxically celebrant to its master's innate repugnance, it sizzled, it scorched, reclaiming land anteriorly lost, Eros's tongue continuously anguishing under stimuli loathsome, nauseating, a contemptible mix of vomit and blood.
Eros wanted to throw up, to temporarily rid himself of such degenerate, wretched fear. However, his body continued to betray him, for his oesophagus humiliatingly contracted, entombing such incandescent regurgitation amidst its anterior place of birth.
It was but a passing exchange, a mere instant of shared vision, and yet, Eros could merely tremble, a singular name cacophonously almighty in his macabre, timorous mind. 'Hylas!' And it was with such recognition that the continuously encroaching boy's visage dissipated, veiled by a wall shaded of stygian caliginosity, a departure instantaneously followed by a gut-wrenching valediction.
*Snap* Such discordant irksome spasm resonated ceaselessly amidst the desolate halls, raping Eros's unconsenting aghast ears. It was a sound intimate, mundane to the boy. One heard infinite times, the shrill shattering of bone.
"AHHHHHH!!!!"
And with it, a twain screech of torturous anguish.
*Augh* Eros gagged, eyes of heterochromatic colouration noxiously shrunken, degenerately trembling, twain mounds of flesh mercurially quivered, poisoned by pigmentation of variegated hue, from browns, greens, to an abhorrent cardinal, twain fires pooled aneath the boy's eyes, incandescently scorching flesh of ailing, diseased tincture as they fell. Hurried, discourteous breaths expunged from the boy's hunched visage, homogenous with his dissonantly clouting heart. Shrouded, enigmatic regurgitate littered the land, veiled the petulant miasma that amalgamated by the adolescent's throat.
'I-I-I can't. Why did I come this way? Why did I do anything! I hate this! I hate this! I hate this! I don't understand anything!! Why did he look at me like that, with eyes full of rage?! I've done nothing! And yet…I can't go back! I can't turn away… He's still there. I can hear it. Her cries still fill my mind! I don't know when it will stop.' Eros excruciatingly wailed, variegated eyes abstracted from existence, subconsciously surveying the gnarled wretched land before the boy, only to lucidly freeze, paralysed by ideas of monarchal ascendent horror, for the adolescent had ascertained enlightenment, the source of the miasma threatened demoniacally before him.
Prodigious, elephantine did it stalk, but a singular aperture amid the monstrous corridor, bearing twin doors forged of ornate, frenetic stygian metal, embossed by multitudinous infernal argent serpentine engravings, an arc of stone bedded such feudalistic behemoth, anomalous, aberrant and fiendish, it appeared devoid of a handle, unburdened, naked to all.
Twin candelabras, grotesque and outré sentineled the bastion, the first bearing features akin to a bull, while the latter bore the face of a ram, yet both appeared homogeneously forged of aureate gold. Still, such countenance meant nought to Eros, for trembling irises lay lucidly anchored upon the floor. Torrents, an infinite inundation of cataclysmic purple, seeped languidly from the mountainous leviathan, its cadence seductive, sloven, matriarchally lascivious. It enticed all who beheld such libidinous sight, salaciously tempting with tongues of purple that desirously licked the youth's sodden lips, apathetic to his prior blight.
Eros didn't wish to move. He desired nought but paralysis, the ruinous decrepitude of his muscles, to prevent such apprehensive augury kismet, and yet, he diabolically moved, supported by nil but the singular callous wall. 'No, NO! NO! NO! NO! I don't want to move anymore! I don't care about the source of Christiaan's disappearance! That hand means nothing to me! So, please…stop. I just want to rest. I want to see Fiamma again, to see Gabriella. Please, please, please, please. I've had enough,' The boy inwardly groaned, his mind fragmented, nugatory, imprisoned by nought but notions of regnant, detestable, macabre horror.
However, Eros continued to move, steps divergent, atypical, arciform under the slightest exertion, as if they would fracture should the boy tempt to run. Still, such discordant, cacophonous choir would appear spontaneously slaughtered, for the boy loomed amid the epicentre of the gargantuan leviathan, hands of detestable anaemic snow loathsomely cadaverous upon flesh of hyperborean metal tarnished a reprehensible shade of incandescent orange. 'I don't want to go any further. Stop, just stop! I can't, I won't…I-I give up,' Eros luridly pleaded, eyes of heterochromatic pigmentation devoid of zoetic vivacity, yet, such thoughts would imminently be drowned by the strident, raucous scream of metal.
Darkness, an expanse of nebulous, opaque tenebrosity, a scenery nugatory of life, that's what it should have been, the anteriorly winsome youth's dream lustfully ordained, so then, why did such nightmarish bloodcurdling expanse unfurl before him? Radiant with light of cadaverous, lurid blue did the domain appear, progeny to infinite blanched, ashen candles, yet, Eros cared not for such macabre flames, for his eyes remained lucidly fixed upon a scene of regnant abomination. Corpses, their number septenary, sporadically littered the plane, their carcasses abhorred, detested, myriad maggots burrowed through mouldered carrion flesh, feasting upon bread of muscle and wine of blood, their bodies incomprehensibly plump, yet never satiated.
Claret sanguine painted the realm, from a carpet of cruor to walls illustrated by an artisan of gore, multitudinous organs spasmodically perforated such estuary, with abstracted hearts bearing arteries that clamoured for nought but return, akin to innumerable threads to gossamery blighted bowels, bridge to nought but heinous, accursed larva. Each corpse sported idiosyncratic putrescence. Few appeared unrecognisable, devoid of eyes, skin, nought but discoloured nauseating bones, while others remained pervertedly human.
Hair of blackened ink rested atop a gangrenous, languished vessel, with a face antecedently sculpted to human perfection upon but a mere glance, yet, upon Eros's tremulous, phobic scrutinisation, myriad fissures lay present, vestige to the gluttony of multitudinous maggots. A singular eye, a deathly, lurid shade of unsanctified lusterless, pabulum blue lifelessly refracted Eros's harrowing visage, its twin embryonically excavated, cavernous, with anarchic portions of sclera vainly clinging to petulantly shaded bone, as if exempt from further mortifying degradation.
'Ch-Christiaan,' Eros abhorrently retched, his oesophagus failing to repress a surge of nauseating disgorge tainted by the reprehensible, accursed spice of blood, yet, the boy did not vomit, instead it merely pooled atop his tongue, raping innumerable consecrated pearls.
Bedevilled, condemned eyes hollowly scanned the impious unhallowed land, for every corpse the youth observed bore but a singular trait, their sex. They were all men. Still, such fact momentarily eluded the ghastly macabre boy, for his eyes lay entrenched upon the epicentre of the condemned pandemonium, twain figures, divergent, divorced in anatomy, the left a carcass familiar to Eros, the gaunt, skeletal visage of Isaurus, his eyes anteriorly hollow, superlatively destitute of life, his standing towering visage, little more than a display of rapid rigour mortis, while the second could be described as the personification of lust.
A wine halter dress with a fabric of lustrous, diaphanous satin hermetically sealed the beauty's body, surreptitiously embroidered with the diminished abbreviated crest of Enuma Esper Academy sensuously atop the girl's voluptuous right breast, a gothic black corset accentuated her fiendish hourglass shape the likes of which even S-rank espers could not accommodate, F-cup breasts alluringly beckoned the eyes of all who beheld them, painted a repugnant shade of lurid sanguine. A perfect face of devilish porcelain, the epitome of Mephistophelian demonic glamour, her features as though forged in the pits of innumerable sensuous hells, eyes of mesmeric monarch violet, slovenly refracted the paralysed visage of Eros, while silken strands of obsidian sporadically flecked by pigmentation of regnant purple fell lustfully upon her perky breasts.
A singular diaphanous serpentine hand appeared outstretched, appetisingly placed upon Isaurus's cadaverous shoulder, its visage enshrouded by a lambent purple light. *Bang* The departed boy defectively collapsed, his untarnished flesh instantaneously bed for multitudinous gluttonous maggots.
Still, such sound was Gemini, for with the parting of the boy, so too did Eros collapse, his legs withered, impotent, blood tarnished his outstretched hand, while the final throe of a dying larva squealed, its body ruinous amid his palm. 'I doubt I'm strong enough to set this place on fire…. I-I give up. I'm going to die. ' Eros deathlessly drolled, his eyes benumbed, flesh of snow tarnished by mouldering, feculent, festering carrion.
*Fwip* The libidinous beauty sensuously moved, discarding her outstretched appendage of its prior crimson blight. "Now, what do we have here?" The girl hedonistically queried, her inquiry rhetoric, uncaring to the youth's crippled status, sloven steps temptatious encroached upon Eros's nerveless visage, eerily halting at every increment, her face of devilish porcelain a shade of flushed abyssal cardinal, for though despondent, the absentminded Eros's left eye flashed with scintillation unseen.
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{+50 Affection (Sarah Valentine)}
{Name: Sarah Valentine}
{Age:19}
{Race: Human}
{Sex: Female}
{Title(s): Apostle of Asmodeus}
{Rank: God King}
{Tier: 2 (Mid ascension)}
{Tier 1: Trial of Tobias}
{Tier 2: Bewitching Miasma}
{Tier 3: Vow of @#*(}
{Love: 400%}
{Tier 1: Trial of Tobias}
{Description: Allows the user to steal the innate potential/ power of any man under the influence of infatuation, permanently enhancing their parameters.}
{Name: Eros}
{Age: 17}
{Race: Human}
{Sex: Male}
{Title(s): Apostle of Eros (Psyche)}
{Rank: —-----}
{Tier: 2}
{Abilities: (Psyche)}
{Tier 1: Matchmaker}
{Tier 2: Anteros}
{Ability: Pyrokinesis}
{Origin: Fiamma Adeen}
{Abilites: (Asmodeus/ Sarah)}
{Tier 1: Successor of Tobias}
{Description: Allows the bearer of this ability to replicate the talent and potential of all those with an affection surpassing a grade of 80%. Such replication is permanent,}
{Origin: Sarah Valentine ♥}
A phenomenon, an abnormality uncelebrated, unrecognised by even the god's above, for hitherto such feat lay impossible, the meeting of accompanying concepts validated by sex abstracted, the tandem encounter of lust and love.