Labyrinthine corridors shaded by hue of effulgent alabaster, dispossessed, divorced of life did they appear, bedded by carcass of amaranthine, deathless lightlessness. Nay did students tread, their visages embraced by notions of apocryphal realities, guarded by myriad ostentatious monuments. Yet, amidst the deafened throe of the ruinous land, did a solemn cry spasm, nascent, benighted to vociferation of human craft, an antipathetic pugnacious choir of approach, conducted by but a singular visage.
Obsidian drapes lay enthralled by a shawl of paramount, preeminent caliginosity, threads of seraphic halcyon glimmered nought neath light of empyrean, vaporous alabaster. Stygian robes stretched cadaverously upon a mannequin of leviathan stature, bereft of sleeves antecedently mangled and maimed, progenitor to compact, lean flesh of pure ivory. Mesmeric features, as though chiselled by myriad tempestuous storms, appeared nought but contoured yet evermore unambiguous, for Gemini eyes of sky blue, pestiferously infected by chroma of cobalt coruscated with a light of unrivalled serpentine malevolence.
Multitudinous ambrosial strands of satin crow appeared vivacious in their flight, altitudinous amidst the visage's immortal encroachment; however, within but moments would they lay slaughtered, bereft of the antecedent verve that pestilentially plagued their carapaces of keratin, for the elephantine figure appeared benumbed, paralytic before an innocuous platitudinous testament of wood.
An obelisk of disparaging diminutive impotence, exiguous in comparison to its infinite peers, bearing neither ostentatious face craft of prosperous egregious lumber nor matriarchal embellishments of ornate wrought iron to aggrandise its presence, stained petulant planks of oak reflected a vapid scintillation of alabaster, deprived of the lustrous reverence blessed upon its competitors. A banal handle of dreary joyless rust appeared secular to the world, denuded of lock, for what lay behind needed not invulnerability from the inhabitants of Enuma Esper Academy. Blanched palms, tremulant before the mundane door, grasped the domain of rust, nescient to the innumerable atomic blades that vainly mutilated the adolescent's flesh. He merely twisted, Gemini eyes of variegated blue sanguine with incoherent, rapturous acrimony.
A world stained by chroma of resplendent, lustrous orange. Homogenous candelabras tumorously burgeoned from a singular curvaceous wall coloured a midnight black. The space appeared grand, rounded, orbicular, with an ostentatious carpet of regal, august wine insulating floor of enshrouded sequestered stone. A meretricious chandelier of florid splendiferous onyx transcended the domain, embedded by wax of pale white, candles eternally unused, with wick yet to be lit, for despite the overbearing, magisterial presence of such waxen radiance, half the land appeared divorced to notions of lustre, shrouded by an obfuscous caliginosity.
"Hylas, what brings you here?" manifesting from sheath of supertemporal dusk did the voice ring, its tone light, whimsical yet perpetually sardonic, matriarchal and gruff, haggard, as if withered by the passing of multitudinous years. Variegated eyes of Gemini hue pestiferously trembled. Instinctually did they peer, lucidly sealed upon a plain of stygian sunlessness, cretinous in their monotonous venture, for no matter how fervent the teen's gaze appeared, he would spy nought but the unchanging realm, nugatory of life.
"You know what." The elephantine teen bellowed, his resonance foetid with blight of degenerate, virulent execration. Twain palms cast of ivory profanely clenched, conscripted by notions of untold sadism. "I have a demand to ask of you, a wish I need to be fulfilled!" Hylas demented roared, his eyes little more than shrunken gems, consumed by oceans of delirious achromic white, flecks of animalistic saliva spasmodically irrigated the carpet of wine purple, stigmatising it with a crown of darkened infamy.
"And what would that b-" The aged voice caustically queried, only to be slaughtered mid-syllable by the tempestuously incensed boy.
"The death of Eros!!" Hylas psychotically ordained, "He's long since passed his use in the world. His status as a prodigy is nothing more than a fictitious myth! This is my desire, my wish, as the apostle of Alcides, I request his death!!" With every utterance, every exasperated step that expunged from the youth's barbaric form, the grand room appeared to tremble, myriad flames slaughtered, replaced by carapaces of shade, blubber of dysphoric wax melancholically cried, their tears tainting the anteriorly vestal room, spreading seed upon the darkened walls, raping the wine set floor.
Reticence, a land encompassed by sovereign speechlessness, shattered singularly by the repetitive lament of candles, the sizzling of myriad deep purple hairs. Perverse did the apostle of Alcides appear, his eyes veined, tainted by uncountable threads of sanguine that seemed to exude from the very socket upon which they occupied. Flesh anteriorly ivory lay inflamed, desecrated, a putrefactive shade of repugnant red, hoarse breaths obsequious to the regnant quiescence billowed not, mangled amidst the raging boy's throat.
"Is that all?" The disembodied, ethereal presence inquired. However, she waited not for a response but merely continued, apathetic to the leviathan boy's frenetic motions of verification. "Then so be it. I've long since given up hope for the boy. He's made a mockery of my academy. He simply brewed in impotence, indifferent to the myriad luxuries I've bestowed upon him. Despite the apparent changes to his appearance, I doubt anything has happened to his useless ability. His potential was merely fictitious…I will have him killed amidst the next nightfall." The voice, authoritarian amid the academy upon which all presided, monologued, contemptuous, opprobrious scurrilous to her former self, and the boy who ensconced such apocryphal phantasmal talent.
"Why wait for tomorrow?!" Hylas dementedly grinned, his mouth inundated by a flood of saliva. Keratin barricades, pearly white in hue, tenuously guarded gate of twain flesh, for prematurely did it fall fibrous strands, more akin to that of a gelatinous slime languidly caking his garments of obsidian. "I can kill him today. He lives with the Adeen girl, right?! Just show me where and!!"
"Are you a fool? Have you forgotten all your prior malefactions, the murder of myriad espers, all of whom desired nought but your attention? If he was just a simple boy, I would have allowed it, but he is under the protection of the Adeen name now, or rather, Fiamma. Murdering Eros carries the same significance as killing yet another female esper, what more one of a B-rank in his case, and that is something I will not allow. You may be an apostle, Hylas, but need I remind you of your status…of your sex." The shawled sovereign tempestuously repudiated, her every word a ruinous, wretched cataclysm upon the youth's delirious mind.
"You are a male. Compared to your peers, you will never bear the same power, the same status, you can merely house a demi-god, a hero, and that is the extent not only of you but your entire sex." The matriarch, mephistophelian in her contemptuousness, impetuously spat, "Besides, you've already garnered a bloodcurdling reputation. Do you think I take pleasure in suppressing the rumours about you while you go off and fool around with more of my students, capaciously spreading your abhorrent, nauseating seed?... I will have him sent to a dungeon by next nightfall. I still need to extract his report on what happened between him and Fiamma in their prior venture."
"Now that I have granted your wish, I see it fit for you to leave." The monarch veiled by shawl of stygian courteously requested. "You're lucky, Hylas. The Adeen family seems to unanimously agree with your sentiment, what with their daughter's imminent relocation to that faction." The voice continued, growing ever distant with every placated step expunged from the gargantuan youth's departing visage.