Gothic. Phantasmically bloodcurdlingly detestable, the land before Eros sovereignly sanctified such a lurid notion. Walls of scopious voluminous stature obsessively coiled the plane, serpentine, desecrated a contemptible, noxious shade of stygian emerald.
Myriad anguished, onerous chandeliers spasmodically flecked the land, unhallowed and immoral in their dispositions, bearing caliginous arms of rotund, garish meticulousness, perspiration not of sweat, but ostentatious beryl languidly dribbled from the gaudy items, refracting kaleidoscopic resplendence of abhorrent jade. An arciform ecclesiastical, orthodox roof, tarnished by nought but caliginous nebulousness, divorced the world, ascendent in its loathsome stagnation.
Bedding of polychromatic marble obtusely bemoaned with the twain adolescents' every motion, its voice shrill, cantankerous, gelidly penetrating. Multitudinous illustrations, nascently apprehended, apathetically depraved carcass of marmoreal, petulantly impregnating it with malachite countenances uncelebrated. Yet, the heterochromatic teen paid such cadaverous nightmarish verisimilitude exiguous heed for variegated eyes lucidly leered elsewhere, atop a hermetic sequestered aperture, a room evermore unguarded.
Tenebrous, bereft of light did it appear, sequestered, divorced to such sanctified notion despite the omnipotent existence of multitudinous tarnished candles, their presence amaranthine atop myriad plates of burnished russet. Stagnant wax portentously impregnated such bourgeois metal, with wicks singed yet pervertedly revived. Fragmented smut balefully vitiated the forlorn domain, corporeal to all who gazed upon it, for it coagulated, akin to reprehensible, unsanctified aqua of carrion, coalescing atop stalks of waxen descent.
A matriarchal, imperial four-poster bed perilously augural maleficently emanated amid the horizon of dust, curtains of mephitic emerald reprehensibly shaded by a hue of perverted cream, spasmodic in their placement, as if used but never ameliorated, sanctioned to nought but languish in torturous atrophy. 'Does Gabriella not use her room…' Eros cadaverously chided, eyes of variegated pigmentation ascendent progenitor to a gut-wrenching truth, one the winsome boy begged to remain cretinous too, benighted by notions apocryphal paradisiacal Elysium, his heart subconsciously tremulous, perniciously blighted by infinite discordant cries.
For blankets of atramentous moss bore such Gemini, wretched, perverted fate. Their bodies mangled, deathlessly maimed, dementedly, deliriously poised atop the precipice of the ostentatious item, conjoining twain divorced worlds, that of aristocracy, to plebian earth, its figure besmirched, raped by pollution of ceaseless dust.
Innate horror adulterated Eros's every sentiment, his mind recalling innumerable invidious, shuddersome proclamations. 'Girls fall for him. They cling to him in a vain attempt to earn an apostle's affection! And do you know what he does?! He beats them. Everyone's seen them, their face unrecognisable, their bodies mangled, cruelly deformed! Even with all the healing espers at the academy, a second chance at life is impossible!... and sometimes. No! In most cases, he simply kills them, uncaring for their status and their families' The impassioned throe of Háðung incandescently seethed.
'He wanders our corridors, striding through the campus uncaring of his sex…But that's likely a privilege begot of his status. Espers of every rank cling to him. They crave the certainty his existence exudes. But I-I…I Hate him,' The pestiferous wail of Gabriella abhorrent cried, her ardent visage the singular sovereign of Eros's mind.
'No, it can't be…' Eros apathetically droned, twain mesmeric winsome eyes forced upon but an exclusive portrait, destitute of dust and putrefaction contemporaneously, hauntingly virginal, bearing resplendent casing of stygian ebony, vitreous, chatoyant, luminous with regurgitate excretion of ghoulish green. Twin figures, their vestige deathless, birthed upon canvass with blood of oil and flesh of paint, Gemini heads of halcyon spilt ceaselessly, intertwining in a zoetic dance amid the epicentre of the twain girls' stomachs, with skin of porcelain, diaphanous, recherché unblemished impeccant to the cruelty of the world, the left young, no older than 16, while the right bore air of mature grandeur, with a smile blessed, mirthful, fueled by sentiments of wistful amorous longing, an impassioned girl of 18.
Eyes of virulent emerald progeny to the former beauty appeared placated, reverent, eerily dissonant to the variegated adolescent, a fervent smile poised atop a forebodingly apathetic face. 'Ah~' Eros vapidly drolled, heterochromatic eyes locking with those of romantic, chimerical blue, their visage smudged, besmirched by antecedent tears. 'I understand now. I know why you hate him, Gabriella. He killed her.' The adolescent continued, his head benevolently raised, lucidly level with but a polished plaque garnished by a languidly pendulous cloth, its surface of gold ostentatiously engraved by but a singular epithet. "Ebba,"
'He killed your sister.' Eros apprehensively appraised, twain palms of tundral snow absentmindedly clenching, impassioned by sentiments unapprehended, malignant with baneful toxicant of abhorrent acrimony. Heterochromatic eyes merely quavered, tempestuous to the reality benevolently boon to the boy, a nugatory of myriad anathema, divorced to the preeminent supercilious plane of barbarous ruination.
Multitudinous scintillations enraptured the youth's eyes of otiose, delusory frivolousness, bearing progeny of infinite, desultory, argent, their visages shawled by a cloak of dissonant luminescent emerald. Carcasses of anarchic lawlessness aberrantly debauched the baleful domain, bearing anatomy not of humanistic countenance but that of fracturable resplendent metal. Swords… At least, they anteriorly dominated such opulent appellations, for what emanated before the winsome adolescent was a play of apocryphal fracturable massacre.
Hilts of gilded Aurelian lay divorced to venerated silver, dearest of bodies torturously mutilated, bloodcurdlingly dismembered, amaranthine in their forlorn delusions of amorous reunification. Arciform tips fitfully profaned the realm, their forms vitreous, a shattered mirror of prodigal cavalier superciliousness, one that refracted nought but ruptured egos.
The sight was harrowing, akin to a realised war, the terminus to infinite argent deaths and yet, Gabriella bore such anguishing sight little heed, her voluptuous body clad in nought but lingerie of emerald transcendently apathetic, perpetually animated, for hands of calloused porcelain embraced twain vestal bodies, consecrated, yet bearing prophecy of licentious profanity.
"H-here," The antecedently indifferent girl melodramatically stammered, smear of silver languidly slaughtering the grotesque enigmatic air before the variegated boy, its encroaching visage lamentable in its collision with the floor of resplendent unhallowed marble. Flesh of porcelain listlessly embraced stalk of halcyon, erotic in its orgy, its height comparable to that of precedent blades with weight unapprehended.
"Thanks!" Eros winsomely beamed, his every motion, every gaze apocryphal, for his mind lay divorced, abstracted from the ardent aphrodisiacal girl before him, enraptured by a diabolical, nauseating visage of satin crow, a Leviathan figure bearing eyes of sky blue perverted, nefariously tarnished by tincture of cobalt. 'I can't beat him, Gabriella can't beat him. Merely gazing upon his enraged visage made me sick, overcome by sentiments of omnipotent worthlessness…but…Sarah can. She said it herself, she's an apostle to a God-King. Still,' Eros absentmindedly drolled, eyes of heterochromatic pigmentation luminescent with unheralded resplendent wrath, 'would such fate placate Gabriella? If he just died without her involvement, I doubt she'd be content….' The mesmeric boy despondently monologued, his right arm bearing precipice of silver listlessly raised, antagonistic mirror to the fervently blushing girl who brewed before him.
{+7% Affection (Gabriella Ebba)}
"We-we'll start on the count of three!" Gabriella immorally stuttered, her mind enraptured by the sovereign, chivalrous visage of the languidly smiling boy, his eyes bloodcurdlingly unfocused.
"One!"
'After all…' Eros indifferently bemoaned, variegated irises diaphanously scouring the calamitous, annihilative armageddon afore him.
"Two!"
'She's trained so hard to kill him,'
"Three!"