Reticence, a land of omnipotent empyrean speechlessness, where voice of human progeny dared not whimper nor stifled breaths depart, the monotonous cry of languid, carrion ambrosia appeared regnant, its dolorous, demoniac wail of lament wretchedly debaucherous upon the serpentine adolescent's prognostically apprehensive mind. 'Huh…' Eros absentmindedly stammered, dissonant pupils of heterochromatic forgery eerily homogenous, paradoxically cognate, for afore portrait of perfect, achromatic porcelain swirled Gemini dots of maddened, afflicted stygian.
'Why would I remember him…what's he going on about? Hey Psyche, you've always been with me…no…you were comatose. You wouldn't know.' The mesmeric aphrodisiacal teen deliriously murmured, mausoleum of boundless sentimental anguish expansive solely afore Eros, inundated by cadaverous loathsome memoirs, pestiferous carcasses antecedently abandoned. 'I need to know, I need to know, I need to know, what is he talking about!?' Eros abstractedly stammered, myriad memories nought but a distant, abhorred spectacle, a play performed ad infinitum in but an exclusive room, with actors interchangeable, prosaic, pleonastic.
'I-I, I've spent my entire life in that room. What does he mean?... There's no way I could remember him. Is he referring to our encounter of yesternight? No, no, no, no, that couldn't be the case. I, I can't remember, I can't remember anything before that time, antecedent to the moment they cursed me with such reprehensible, anathematised epithet!' Twain palms of resplendent carnality covetously clenched, fruitless in their venture to apprehend, to ascertain a single thought anterior to that portrayed amid such perverted torturous plane, 'I-I can't even remember my father, only his back, and the conjoined claws of those women desperate for his abortive, nugatory seed!'
Despondent eyes, delusive, forlorn of zoetic vivacity, vacuously emulated Hylas's gargantuan figure, condensed muscles of achromatic ivory flexed into a jubilant repugnant jeer. "AHAHAHAH!!!! I KNEW IT!! I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T REMEMBER!!! GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING EGOTISTICAL, BELIEVING YOU'RE SPECIAL, THAT YOU'RE ABOVE THE REST JUST BECAUSE YOU ATTAINED YOUR ABILITY AT AN UNHEARD-OF AGE. WELL, GUESS WHAT? EVEN THEN, YOU WERE JUST AN ESPER, A FAILED, INEPT DEADBEAT, WHEREAS I- I'M AN APOSTLE, REMEMBER THAT, YOU POMPOUS INGRATE!! UNLIKE HOW YOU FORGOT ABOUT SOMEONE LIKE ME!!!!!" Hylas cacophonously bellowed, twin eyes of empyrean sky lucid upon Eros's belated, apathetic figure.
"Is that really the reason you want to kill me?" With words of utmost callous indifference, Eros mordantly queried, "Because I don't remember you? Hahaha….HAHAHAHA!!! You don't know anything? How self-obsessed? How conceited and narcissistic can you be, I'm sorry to disappoint, but even if you rob me of all that I am, massacre, mangle and maim my countenance to the point where I'm nought but an effluvium of blood, I will never ascertain memoirs of our time together, amaranthine is your abandoned status," With a voice of malignant, toxicant lasciviousness Eros merely laughed, heterochromatic eyes pregnant with scintillation of imminent ascendant ridicule.
"Though I must say… for someone so vociferous of their status, you sound wholly envious of the life I anteriorly lead," The sensuous embodiment of lust hedonistically giggled, cretinous to the boundless wrath evanescent amid his exclusive peer's shawled chest, 'One of his abilities is likely the innate strength Medusa formerly talked about, a veracious actuality manifest by the ruinous plane I tread, the extent of which I know not…Though with one hit, I'm doubtlessly dead, as for his other abilities, or even the tier upon which he presides, I remain abstracted, typhlotic to such truth.' Eros innately monologued, dissentient anomalous polychromatic irises pellucid upon the irate, tempestuous apostle's manic visage.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Hylas incoherently raged, his figure marred, nought but a deviant hallucinatory blur, the earth he anteriorly occupied but a crystalline frangible silhouette of tyrannic ruin, instantaneously did plane of ivory appear animated afore the placid Eros, a fist of eminent, ostentatious malevolence hatefully shadowing the forefront of his mesmeric face. "DIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" Alcides's apostle cataclysmically screamed, the crystalline portrait of apathy afore him temporarily shawled by a veil of unascertained stygian lightlessness.
*BANNGGGGGG* Resonance of utmost dreaded, cadaverous dissonance tumultuously assailed the voluminous plane of indistinct lurid blue, but a singular corpse banefully airborne. "AH!" The deleterious cry of Hylas murderously wailed, his throe involuntary, instinctual, the mere exasperation brought about by suicidal torrents of retreating air. He had been hit, his revengeful, depraved, barbaric figure noxiously planted amid a pool of degenerate blood.
"How…..HOW DID YOU HIT ME!!!??? WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!!!" The graceless, diabolical teen perniciously roared, Gemini pearls of empyrean blue rancorously wrathful upon their abhorred target, the carnally seductive form of Eros, for upon his untarnished face of ascendant beauty brewed a single sadistic smirk, a grin pregnant with notion of paramount depraved euphoria.
'It works~ Ah~ With such rapturous revelation, I need not use Psyche's abilities. I can't kill him. I only need to incapacitate Hylas to beat him beyond repair, though with such machination, memories of this encounter will remain. I'd much rather him confess to his faction the apocryphal tale that I merely possess one ability, as opposed to the myriad that Psyche grants me. That way, even if I am to lose, to eventually be imprisoned afore their guard, I will not be an immeasurable anomaly, merely a freak blessed by an exclusive god,' Eros amorously drawled, cretinous to the truth his soul presented. 'Now, I pray you're a mere tier 1,'
Innumerable tears, not of humane aqua but cardinal claret, perspired atop the incensed, splenetic barbarian's flesh, coagulating listlessly atop the calamitous, baleful annihilative realm that loomed aneath him, "It doesn't matter, nothing matters! SO WHAT IF YOU HIT ME!!! I CAN END YOU WITH A SINGLE STRIKE!!!!" Hylas ruefully screamed.
"APPEAR AFORE ME, MINE WEAPON OF LEGEND, FORGED OF OLIVE, MY TRANSCENDENT CLUB, ALLOW TO COMPLETE THIS SPONTANEOUS TRIAL!!!!" The barbaric, crow-haired boy impetuously howled, but a singular, unprincipled palm languidly extended, a nebulous smog bearing progeny of listless, perverted blood. Innumerable lights sporadically poisoned such cardinal thundercloud, commanding chroma of almighty alabaster, their placement temporal, for in but a mere instant did such coagulation possess carcass of deistic consecrated exaltedness.
Graceless, archaic, a primal acknowledgement of humanity's undying wrath, for what brewed amid the indignant satanic adolescent's palm appeared the antagonist to advancement. A club, its appearance ferociously tempestuous, wretchedly scabrous, as though recently murdered, nought but the vestigial remains of an accursed, malevolent tree, innumerable tumorous mounds fruitlessly clung to the 1.4-metre item's heinous body, desperate to attain their evanescent bloom oracularly desecrated.
'What…he's tier 2 at minimum,' Eros nascently mumbled, his body enamoured by instinct antecedently replicated, the inherent acrimony of a virulent girl, 'Dodge!' The serpentine teen inwardly screamed, his figure nought but a mesmeric monarchal miasma, for the very instant Eros moved, did Hylas replicate such bedevilled, condemned motion, his right hand apathetic, languid.
It was nought but a sloven, lackadaisical swing.
*BANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
For but an instant, the academy trembled.
Flooring of uncelebrated, unheralded transmundane durability appeared desecrated, pervertedly raped, boundlessly upheaved, supertemporal rifts chasmically cleaved land of stone akin to crystalline glass, petulant crevices of earth lay exposed, naked afore the tumultuous Eros, for heterochromatic eyes appeared pusillanimously enamoured by sight antecedently esoteric, an apocryphal, spurious falsehood given form. Paragon of anterior metal remorselessly tortured, mangled, maimed beyond cognisance, abstractedly cleaved, for mountainous torment chasmically inversed its stomach, impregnated by an augural visage of forlorn escape. 'With but a singular strike….no, it was merely the air, the unwanted seed of its lineage, such detestable, loathsome child performed such ruinous malefaction,' Eros bloodcurdlingly stammered, variegated irises petulant atop the perpetrator, for upon Hylas's frame of anterior handsomeness presided a grin of sovereign demented, senselessness.
'He's mad…Do I even have a chance,' Inundated by notions of utmost agnosticism, Eros innately moved, heterochromatic eyes veiled by a shawl of monarchal midnight purple luminous upon Hylas's profane luxuriant form, for pupils of sky-blue appeared bedded by a performance of boundless caliginous, crepuscular sunlessness.
"AGAIN!" Hylas atavistically groaned, his mind belated afore instinct, for in the very instant such preliterate cry inseminated the lurid realm, he would find his face chasmically reconfigured.
*Bang!!!!*