The land anteriorly impregnated by nought but a seed of matriarchal cadaverous quiescence birthed a child of zealous acrimonious contention, dissonant steps desecrated the impure plane, progeny exclusively to the apathetic battle whore, blade of argent mesmerically enceinte with bifurcated light of kaleidoscopic pestilential green, akin to myriad hands it profaned the silver stalk, mephitic in its loathsome desecration. 'She's already using her enhancement!?' Eros apprehensively appraised, his tone laced by poison, not of demur diffident doubt, but jubilant expectancy, for the succession of Tobias, had crowned its emperor.
*Schwing* Gabriella absentmindedly besieged, blade of venom immorally cleaving the stagnant air guarding the adolescent's exclusive drape of alabaster. Its swiftness was sparsely comprehensible to that of mortals. However, to Eros, it appeared tranquil, recherché, enamoured by notions of unascertained lust. *Clang* Eros, neophyte in his every motion guarded, his visage moronic, naive, a forced clown.
"Good!" Gabriella jubilantly appraised, her figure shrinking, imprisoned upon flooring of marble, her blade sensuously escaping that of Eros's, poised obsessively aneath his jugular. Still, such appraisal appeared Gemini, for foreign instinct, bedded the enamoured boy's mind.
'So this is how it works, by clashing or interacting with a target, I slowly attain their experiences, not in mind, but innate instinct. I can feel it. I know what to do. I can use this blade, and more importantly, I'm starting to comprehend our "Enhancement" ability.' Eros euphorically rejoiced, rhapsodic, frivolous with a puerile blitheness. Steps eerily untrained subconsciously faltered, antecedent in their encroach, for a glimmer of argent assailed the space Eros "Asininely" abandoned. 'Now!' Eros impassionately smiled, his right hand lurching into a bout of spurtive preeminent retaliation.
*Clang!!* Once more, did the romantic, infatuated throe of metal dissonantly reverberate, its moan of coitus lasciviously assailing the obscured ears of the sparring peers. "Hehe," Gabriella hedonistically giggled, her lips epicurean in status opulently drawn into a pulchritudinous grin, a fate mirrored by the winsome, variegated boy. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Gabriella congenially muttered, twain arms retracting, arciform in their retreat, her denuded manifest muscles rigid, restless with anticipation.
'Ah~' Eros innately stammered. 'This is where I lose,' The winsome boy listlessly drolled, his singular arm bearing precipice of silver languidly raised. He knew what to do, what actions to take to avoid such bloodcurdling, mephitic defeat, yet, Eros's muscles, anteriorly untrained, failed to replicate such prophesied doctrine. *Bang* Bifurcated veins of toxiferous green malignantly collided with the virginal artisan of argent, their nocuous colouration baleful upon the ornate item, for with but a singular strike did Eros's blade fragment, rain of acuminous serrated sterling gratingly perverting hair variegated chroma.
{+7% Affection (Gabriella Ebba)}
"I win," Gabriella, enervated in her utterance meekly stated, eyes of virulent pernicious poison reverently anchored atop the vanquished adolescent's provocative form, his figure resplendent with light of serrated silver.
"Yeah, I got slaughtered," Eros temptingly stirred, "I don't think I have any chance of even drawing the battle out for over a minute at the moment… However, I want to change that. Gabriella, will you fight me again tomorrow, and then again, and again? If possible, I'd like to spar with you forever," Eros breathlessly challenged, his words naked, apprehensively prophesied for kismet of omnipotent apocryphal distortion. A notion deliberate. Egregiously serpentine.
{+10% Affection (Gabriella Ebba)}
"Huh…" Gabriella falteringly gasped, her mind tempestuous, nought but a vortex of anarchic rampageous perverted affection, "F-f-forever, y-you want to be with me fo-forever," The halcyon beauty perfervid in her apathy stuttered, flesh of porcelain blighted, depraved by hue of cardinal colouration, heated breaths burgeoned upon air of enigmatic emerald, miasmic atop eyes of clouded affection.
"Yep," Eros 'Naively' smiled, "Though I have just one question? Why do you use your ability in such a way? It's not titled reinforcement but enhancement. Surely you bear the potential to bolster flesh, your physical strength and so forth, so then why do you merely bulwark your blade? Ah…I know this because of my partial analysis. I don't try to be purposefully creepy." The polychromatic teen hurriedly exclaimed, his query deceptive, romantic, nought but rhetoric, for Eros had ascertained prognosis revelation, an answer he revered as conclusive.
"Oh…" Gabriella morosely groaned, "So you've picked up on that already. Your ability can be plentifully scary, having attained the entirety of a girl's importance in but a matter of seconds. But you're right. My ability isn't reinforcement, though I have a reason for using it as such. Flesh is weak, prone to injury. People can die in but a singular hit…and I-I never want to take that chance, you see I have something I want to destroy, and using my hands isn't enough."
Gabriella despairingly muttered, voice of antecedent apathy tumultuous, a storm of matchless regnant acrimony, eyes of anterior lust nugatory of desire, cadaverous, accursed by notions of omnipotent malevolence.
"I need to make a blade capable of cutting all, an edge adequate to split the empyrean, to slaughter divinity. I need to kill that thing. Do you understand now, Eros, this is why I use my ability, why I fight," Gabriella treacherously grinned, her cheeks burnished by benignant rose.
"I understand," Eros bewitchingly riposted, "And I know I'm not of much use, but I'll train. So use me. I want to help you. I'll assist you…Gabriella, so please, allow me to be your accomplice so that you may slaughter whatever it is that plagues you." The winsome adolescent, angelically credulous, sinlessly stated, as though his words were nought but the banal dribble of an everyday greeting.
{+15% Affection (Gabriella Ebba)}
"I-Is that so…" Gabriella serenely mumbled, her unguarded visage pestiferously plagued by chroma of egregious rubicund. "Then m-maybe, I-I think you should return to your room for the moment. I-I need time to think!" The antecedently apathetic girl tempestuously stammered a calloused palm of porcelain recherchély bedding that of hyperborean snow, leading the boy in a deliberate dance, her ears deaf to the world, echoing nought but the libidinous statement of her thunderous heart.
Dissonantly did the gothic bulwark wail, but an exclusive chasmic wound anteriorly healed gutwrenchingly renewed, bleeding not carrion of sanguine, but the divorced portraits of twin worlds. "I'll see you tomorrow. No matter what," Gabriella obsessively muttered, her every word an unknowingly apocryphal lie, her visage of porcelain independent from that of her beloved peer, shielded by the monument of gothic ebony, consumed by its stygian embrace.
Gentle steps bred the inarticulate, cretinous plane progeny to a polychrome ancestor, for a bastion of bronze endearingly greeted the grinning adolescent, his skin eerily plagued by a preposterous zephyr, akin to a storm of subtle movement. 'Huh,' Eros instinctually grumbled, myriad pustules of apprehension bloodcurdlingly burgeoning upon his winsome flesh, before heterochromatic eyes lay bed by countenances of amaranthine darkness.
There would be no tomorrow for the boy named Eros.