Engraved abhorrence burned, immersed, in the hollows of his heart, twisted, malevolent strands of conspiring, chilling cataclysms, the whisper of ominous, foreboding turmoil, terror twined, scored, incised in the threads of humanity. The rancorous reverberations, the seething, scathing chords, carved puissance in the crowning wake of anarchy, the feverish, frenetic hymns of satanic lamentations, horror trapped in the archaic demolition of the living. Merciless, cruel and barbaric, he constantly consumed the vital plumes of morality, scarred the surface of whimsical diatribes, scorched and disassembled the masses of vestal virtues: violence in the haunting elegance of death and destruction, ruin and damnation. Demise and fatality, malignant, lethal overtures of devoured discord, sacrificing divinity and compassion for the diabolical, horrible sins of a necromancer’s sword. He murmured sedition, despair, licentious credence and primordial duplicity, warped, heinous, predacious decadence in the hushed, inaudible reticence of a cryptic, antagonistic animosity. He savored the plunge of bedlam, harbored the aching tombs of strife, layered the acerbic world with his iron detachment and serrated blades of furor and fury. Barbarous, remorseless, and cold-blooded, penetrating, piercing, finessed derision, power, might and brawn smoked into the sinful, silken cords of argent domination. No, they were not the same. His bestial manifestation witnessed the trespasser’s temper flare, the tensing of her form, ears pinned against her skull in a precocious advent of brutality. Did she expect him to quiver, shudder, shiver in the breadth of her youthful audacity? Her attempt at intimidation was lost upon the nonchalance of his chiseled, statuesque majesty; her fanciful dreams of pressure and tyranny misaligned and didn’t strike against his marble countenance – rugged attributes remained dispassionate and indifferent to her plight, imperial recherche, frozen reserve, indiscernible, obscure. She was the intruder, the interloper, the streamlined doll of mercurial pursuits, not he. Her impetuous, shameless behavior would only shame her, lacquered and layered in the doldrums of foolish impudence. Voice encased in ice, glacial, frigid boughs of immoral clarity, rasped, grated, poisoned. “You are mistaken in many ways.”
The arrival of the frosted monarch allowed the monster to focus on something else, listening, watching, as the stitched seams of a calm sovereign became hostile, rimed, cold, harsh among the dense inklings of a witless visitor. Now, there were two majestic, corrupted heathens amongst the disruption of youth and mindlessness, rankled ire, incensed umbrage, sharpened daggers against the hollow juncture of her long, extended nape. Calculations and scrupulous provocations, scraping on the edge of depravity; he felt the light touch of his sovereign, but only concentrated on the venomous contortions of his own body, brushing, coaxing, caressing the vital torrents of life, longing to seize, siege, murder. From the corner of his blue eye, frozen severity, he gave a subtle, muted look of warning to Mauja, then released the toxic indulgences, the noxious reaper armaments his depraved form held. Slowly, feverishly, the trickling, pervading promises of decadent magic and magery, hot, grinding knives of predilection, massacre, condemnation, seared the aching grounds. Tickling the wounds of the dried earth, the heinous vespers, the overbearing toxins of grim catastrophe continued onward, feral, fatal caresses of death, kisses of infernal, unholy fervor, fraudulent friction towards her nimble, fragile container. All reserved for her. Run or die. One bestial command rang from his lips, the crisp chord of the wretched. "Leave.”
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