'Cold.'
Brumal, benumbed did the adolescent stir, eyes of heterochromatic pigmentation bulwarked by Gemini shields of diaphanous flesh, his body of recherché, winsome countenance deathlessly blighted, for he brewed not upon a bed of ascendent seraphic comfort, but torturous, malignant earth, possessing blanket of icebound, hyperborean stone. Myriad blades skewered skin of reverent snow, imploring, beseeching the mesmeric adolescent to make haste with his impetuous wake.
'Ah…' Eros innocuously groaned, antecedent irises thawed, deprived, nugatory of their anterior sentinels, bloodcurdlingly forced upon the apocryphal, cadaverous morose land before him, for sky not of empyrean blue omnipotently lorded the abstracted mythological domain, but vile, depraved, irreligious cardinal. Bereft of clouds did it appear, with a sun of sanguine slaughterous in its vain attempt to cleave through the hemic, imbrued demoniac curtain, its nauseating pestiferous offspring besmirching Eros's mesmeric visage, impregnating it with maggots of detestable, torturous claret. "Ah…AHH!" The cadaverous adolescent absentmindedly cried, variegated jewels anarchic, rampageous in their every motion, deliriously scanning the ensanguined realm, his mind bereft of an answer, nor even possessing question of rhetoric manner.
Sand, not of alembicated pretentious halcyon, bedded the adolescent's entrenched feet, but coarse, wretched serrulate stone, every grain bearing sharpness akin to multitudinous sickles, vain in their venture to harvest the absentminded apostle's ascendant blood. Spasmodic pillars, vestige of an uncelebrated craftsman spasmodically impregnated the carrion plane, ruinous, a calamitous, annihilative portrait of nought but rubble, with architecture withered, chasmically ruptured, Gemini walls vainly littered the plane, their height diminutive, amaranthine in their dwarvish desecration. "Is anyone here, please? Fiamma, Gabriella, Sarah, anyone, please!" Eros desirously wailed variegated irises shrunken, pestiferous with a quandary of uncelebrated apprehension.
"Psyche, are you there? I-I," Eros innately stammered, skin of anterior snow pestiferously profaned by the light of rubicund execrably anaemic, as if ailed by plague anonymous, his mind eternally assailed by notions of intrinsic, congenital longing, "I hate this….I hate this…I hate this…I don't want to be al-" The winsome boy detestably drolled, his subconscious torturous throe imminently fragmented by a poisoned voice of vixenish omnipotent erotism, the sultry breath of Psyche, bearing sonority, matriarchally serene, comatose atop the very precipice of cessation, yet paradoxically palpable, jarringly magniloquent.
"Darling, calm down~ I'll always be here. You're never alone and will be nevermore, though it's eerie how I can form such cohesive utterances, still~ I'm sure you can ascertain how that's possible~!" Pestiferous with a blaze of pellucid, crystalline carnality did the lascivious god breathe, her every utterance aphrodisia upon the timorous boy's spasmodically cacophonous heart. Query the antagonist to fustian rhetoric sovereign atop the epicentre of Eros's mind.
"We're in a dungeon, that's why it's possible, akin to the land in which we first conversed, where you poised such whimsical, capricious question. That's the only answer that makes sense, though it seems I'm all but alone here. This isn't an exploration, nor am I supposed to act as a spurious bodyguard to an esper. I was sent here to die. I know that…I know…but why? I haven't done anything to invoke the wrath of the academy. Is my mere existence so abominable to them that the only value I provide is in my loathsome demise? What about my status? I'm Fiamma's attendant, and even then, they'd break their own rules to have me suffer." Eros repugnantly monologued, twain pearls of absentminded innate perspiration scorching his skin of perverted carrion, progeny to nought but reprehensible twin streaks of pink, his countenance infinitely faltered, "I'm trapped! If I return, they'll know I'm different. I don't want to go back. I despise the academy! I never want to regress! I don't want to return to my prior life!" The adolescent droned ad infinitum, his figure raised, petulantly painted upon canvass of perverted crimson, his demeanour reprehensible, palpitating with a blight of sovereign loathing.
"You're right, darling~, we are trapped, but that's fine for the moment. There's no point in bewailing over the future while neglecting our current detestable present. You're in a dungeon. There's no guarantee we'll even live to abhor such an execrable fate~ Though from this moment forth, I'll have to retire. I feel like I shouldn't be wasting my energy so soon, lest we bed one another~." Psyche teasingly exclaimed a shared sentiment of portentous augural foreboding efflorescing amid Gemini minds, for her voice, sensuous, libidinous, soon died. A cadaverous echo the sole thought present amid Eros's belated brain.
Absentmindedly did the adolescent move, his disheartened figure enshrouded amid myriad ashen, apocalyptic remains, the world before him preternaturally drab, desolate, a nugatory of zoetic vivacity, where neither bird chirped nor bug wailed, the distant throe of innumerable decaying pillars the singular nauseating pestiferous ballad to profane the boy's obscured ears. Intermittent land of green spasmodically blessed Eros's eternally encroaching form, emerald grass, their countenance faint, sequestered and hermetic amid the expansive ruinous realm, bearing pigmentation variegated, few sporting carcasses of virulent green while the preponderant mass appeared monochrome, vapid, tempestuously stonelike.
'Why does it look like that?' Eros subconsciously drolled, heterochromatic eyes bearing forced plight of cardinal rouge refracting sight anteriorly unseen, for amid the ruinous horizon, veiled by myriad dishonoured, immoral columns brewed a figure, its visage omnipotently monstrous. Skin of vapid, insipid lead enthralled the gutwrenchingly curious maltreated youth's every notion, languid, gruesome arms ominously pendent, as though comatose, fell deafly upon the four-metre tall goliath's placid knees, forebodingly statuesque did the humanoid creature appear, it's gargantuan form hushful, stagnant, bereft of the continuous animation that came with life, for it did not breathe, nor flinch as to the myriad withered choruses that ceaselessly screeched afore it.
'Is it alive? What's going on! Is this some kind of trap? Does it know I'm here? No, it's too still, too indifferent to the world.' Eros deliriously mumbled twain palms of profaned carrion pregnant with twin petite incandescent blazes. Sloven did the boy move, his every motion languid, heedlessly judicious, variegated eyes amaranthine atop his impromptu prey, apprehensive, expectant for the birth of demonic animation, yet, such child appeared still, murdered amid myriad gods wombs, 'It looks just like the grass,' Eros inwardly affirmed, a singular diaphanous palm bereft of light malevolently embracing that of desecrated unsanctified stone.
Bifurcated veins, multitudinous in number, immediately embraced the callous item's body, bearing pigmentation not of virulent, toxicant green but mesmeric, erotic pink, 'I can't enhance my own muscles yet…but this should be fine,' The enchanting boy harrowingly groaned, quiescence steps deathless incessant afore his assail, for but a singular hand barbarically collided with the placated beasts leg.
There was no groan.
No whine of anguish.
Nor bloodcurdling throe of death.
It merely shattered, the hoarse cry of stone grating inhumanely atop Eros's every orifice. There was no blood, though fragmented masoned bone besieged the land, fibrous spindly arms appeared without defence, vitreous, a hyaline solution of vapid fracturable ice, a petrified head lay before the boy, its features deathlessly cemented, for it wore not a smile of sadistic rapture, but scowl of omnipotent, reverent phobia. 'Huh', Eros absentmindedly spluttered, variegated pupils divorced from existence abstractedly surveying the ensanguined world afore him, for vision anteriorly extraordinary appeared banal, vapid.
Multitudinous petrified visages coagulated atop the horizon of blood, their numbers infinite, bearing statures increasingly elephantine, 'Oh…' Eros innocuously breathed, his mind regnant, tyrannically lorded by but a single augural, pythonic emotion, that of carnal premonitory phobia. For subconsciously, did the winsome adolescent's head raise, enthroned, hallowed by demonic sight of paramount nightmarish consternation.