Preeminent chains, bearing countenance rusted, desiccated by perspiration of claret, noxious gore, diabolically bedded the boy's tempestuously aspen eyes, their size mountainous, behemothic, with but a singular link possessing carcass surpassing that of multitudinous miles, their infertile visages progeny to numberless, infinite cataracts of reprehensible, perverted crimson.
Yet, Eros paid such cadaverous, unearthly sight sparse heed for heterochromatic eyes, nugatory of life, destitute of their antecedent vivacity, nightmarishly loomed atop an imprisoned monstrosity.
Torturous, vehemently mangled did she appear, a grand body of apocryphal, spurious prominence, bloodcurdlingly grotesque, wretchedly maimed, an imprisoned serpent of cambion progenitor.
A tail of amaranthine, ophidian stature ominously embraced the land before Eros, encircling the grand plane, a sentinel upon its precipice, inseminating sky of deplorable, debauched sanguine. Scales of dismal, vapid lusterless aureate vainly refracted an ensanguined sun, yet, they lay eclipsed, perforated by innumerable abundant bulwarks, the acuminous trenchant extremities to fiendish, unhallowed chains. Sea of blood absentmindedly pooled aneath the petrified adolescent, a mirror afore the depraved, aberrant, empyrean.
Countenance of feminine stature chasmically divorced the monster's serpentine nethermost Tartarus, for anterior scales of banal, vacuous gold appeared mollified, a deliquesce ambrosial elixir of abandoned anaemic flesh, navel of antecedent resplendent bewitchment lay carved, profaned by a pillar of metal, organs of unknown, uncelebrated distinctiveness languidly impregnating such pigmentation of chasmic atrophied argent.
Elephantine breasts appeared guarded by nefarious, degenerate armour, shaded a vitiated, besmirched chroma of opprobrious maroon, bearing halcyon embellishments of anterior serpentine ascendence. Talons of preeminent bronze appeared crucified, nailed pervertedly upon an infernal bed of monolithic amaranthine cardinal stone, vestigial wings impiously exuded from the monster's back, antecedent with feathers of resplendent consecrated gold, now nought but a nugatory of ghoulish, preternatural cadaverous decay.
Still, such chimerical, irreligious features appeared vain afore that Mephistophelian accursed scene, for hair of enthralling, prepossessing midnight purple undulated serpentinely amid a non existent zephyr, as though consecrated by notions of enthroned impulse, forged of accursed scales antagonist to ideas of satin malleability did it fall, multitudinous fibres eternally spiritless. Snakes. Gargantuan serpents distended from the imprisoned monster's martyrised figure, bearing precipice not of reverent, amorous purple but horrific abating blood, heads infinite, disseminated the ensanguined world, decapitated, chasmically divorced from their anterior land of worship. Myriad dying spasms desecrated Eros's variegated eyes, manifest, naked flesh spitting nought but a bloodied toxicant. 'Ah! AHHH! What is this?! What is she!?! What rank is this dungeon…I-I'm going to die…' Eros vainly cried, his mind ominously apathetic, his body bloodcurdlingly rigid, adversary to ideas of escape, while polychromatic irises lucidly appraised a face of ascendent, tarnished beauty.
Lips of poisonous, pestilential pink appeared cadaverously, pallid, mortiferous, poised upon a position of ascendent torture, diaphanous eyebrows of shared purple lethargically fell, guarding view of abhorred agony, for in place of eyes, brewed nought but twain chasmic, imbrued fissures, bereft of light, but mere caverns of amaranthine adumbral caliginosity, tears of blood continuously trekked the demonic beauty's seraphic features, profaning that which was anteriorly pietistic, universally venerated. Gemini serpentine figures embraced the perverted monster's sides, their heads but the exclusive aspect to debauch the boy's mind, the left sporting hair of lout, amative burgundy with flesh of pristine, aphrodisiac white, virginal, unblemished, enraptured by myriad comatose crimson snakes, raped solely by the crucified cambion's prodigal cardinal progeny. The latter bore fibrous tendrils of macabre, vaporous eminence, her nugatory face barricaded by twain barbarous, primitive horns, demonic, sadistic in countenance.
'Are these the bosses…how am I meant to kill them?' Eros languidly drolled, his mind abstracted, impregnated by notions of regnant gutwrenching convalescence, utterances imminently dismembered, mangled and maimed, for antecedent poisonous lips of amaranthine placidity exhaled query of deific dispassion.
"How has a boy ascended upon my plane? What twisted fate is this? I sought comfort in rescue, in prospective oblivion, an end to my agony and yet…HAHAHA, existence is undoubtedly a cruel maiden." The gargantuan behemoth torturously stammered, every breath laced with effluvium of ethereal, halituous blood. Instinctually did Eros freeze, his every muscle necrotised, a paradoxical display of rigour mortis.
He could not think, for thoughts lay drowned not by perspiration of carrion but the tempestuous droll of an expiring heart, so then why, why did his eye instinctually bring forth such harrowing, torturous view…for inscribed upon a virginal face of recherché paramount limestone, refracted three tales. The first appointed afore the perverted, depraved beauty, the second the comatose girl sentineled by serpents of crimson, the third the slumbering anonymous woman.
{Name: Medusa,}
{Age: @#$&*(@#()!$*}
{Race: Gorgon}
{Sex: Female}
{Titles: The dreaded one, The youngest sister, Inhabitant of Sarpedon, Enemy of Athena, Μέδουσα, The imperfect child, Slayer of Heroes}
{Rank: God (Monster)}
{Tier: @#$*(#!@}
{Love: 2%}
{Name: Stheno}
{Age: ()*$#@_$(#$(-}
{Race: Gorgon}
{Sex: Female}
{Titles: The twin god, The forceful, The perfect god, The ferocious, Inhabitant of Sarpedon, Σθενώ, The eldest sister,}
{Rank: God (Monster)}
{Tier: @$#)(*}
{Love: 0%}
{Name: Euryale}
{Age: #$(*!@#$&}
{Race: Gorgon}
{Sex: Female}
{Titles: The twin god, The Far-roaming, The perfect god, one whose wails shatter the heavens, Inhabitant of Sarpedon, Εὐρυάλη}
{Rank: God (Monster)}
{Tier:#$(*!#}
{Love: 0%}
'Gods! Destitute of apostles, without need for human body, how?! Why am I situated on this realm christened Sarpedon? What am I meant to do? They don't have tiers, their power's unascertainable, Psyche! Psyche!' Eros hysterically wailed, his every motion paradoxically observed by the eyeless, typhlotic Medusa.
{+2% Affection (Medusa)}
"If you do not wish to answer my query, I can always kill you. I have no need for a discordant contradictory murderer" The prodigious mountain apathetically drolled, her mere resonance enough to embed fear upon the isle, bringing forth grand convulsions in its wake.
"I-I have no idea how I egressed upon this damnable realm. I merely entered a dungeon as to what rank I know not, though I can ascertain one thing, but one notion I am sure of…." Eros brazenly spat his eyes of heterochromatic pigmentation nought but tremulous pustules of constrained, imprisoned fear, "I will return from this land no matter what, whether it be in spirit or body, I merely desire exit." The winsome adolescent desirously stammered, his mind eternally cretinous to the slithering carcass that sought nought but his demise.
"I see~" Medusa mirthfully mused, "You're aware of your mortality, and it is for such fact you shan't be a hero. You'll bear no legacy, no tangible evidence as to your existence, though I will remember you till my dying breath as a man incapable of running, a chosen scholar afore your own fate. Now, perish. May your carcass nourish my snake for but a singular fragmented moment." The midnight monarch listlessly breathed, for Leviathan grand, bearing a body of multitudinous miles, erupted from a panorama of myriad statuesque monsters, its mere shadow slaughtering the cardinal sun above, profaning skin of snow a reprehensible adumbral ebony.
Yet, such an apocalyptic eclipse bore progeny of nought but a wasted breath, for apathetic heterochromatic eyes, lucidly witnessed a scene of ascendent, godly intrigue.
"An apostle? I sense divinity within you, though why? Why do you not bear a rank? You're a male. It should be apparent whom you house, either demi-god or hero. Why can't I perceive your potential?" Medusa whimsically drawled, "What are you?" The god languidly jest, nascent to revelations forthcoming.
"I don't know. I can only affirm your confusion, for such a fact remains enigmatic even to me. I was told she was a god, though that shouldn't be possible. Her words may merely be scripture fictitious, though I don't care; instead, I want to know. I desire to comprehend everything. What are you? Why are you here? What's with these statuesque monsters, and more importantly, what are you fighting against? What brought a god like you down to such a ruinous mortal state of decay?" Eros covetously continued, apathetic to the imprisoned monster's fictitious wrath.
{+3% Affection (Medusa)}
"And what gives you the right to question me? You're painfully aware that the reason you're alive right now is because of a whim… for I merely got curious. Your existence means nothing before me, a mere bacteria sentenced to be scourged. Like all gods, I am a temperamental being," Medusa curiously groaned, lips of poisonous pestilential pink enamoured by a smirk of intrigue.
"I have no right. Though if the exclusive providence that awaits me is death, then I will go down with as much knowledge as possible. Besides, even if I return, all that awaits the present me is augural despair," Eros falteringly sputtered, tumultuous eyes of antecedent disquietude impregnated by a vision of deific beauty, a torturous smile of vitiated enchantment.
{+5% Affection (Medusa)}
"I see! Interesting, you're so interesting! You bear only reckless, demoralised abandon in your heart! Fine then, I will answer your queries within reason. I am the great gorgon Medusa, the accursed creature loathed by Athena, sentenced to live atop this bedevilled island. You believe it to be a dungeon, but for me, this has always been reality. The monsters you see afore you are merely the product of my slaughter, for as days go by, homogeneously does my plight multiply, for years I have been imprisoned, chained upon rock I antecedently roamed, as for what brought my sisters and I to such state…." Medusa despondently murmured, her bronze talons dripping with perspiration of claret, renewing the blight atop her comatose peers' perfect flesh.
"I can't tell you," The beast wistfully lamented. Her mind inundated by anterior memories, days antecedently abhorred presently poisoned by a sentiment of perverted longing, a panorama imminently shattered by the winsome adolescent's benevolently naive query.
"Is there no way for me to help you?"