The cold air invigorated the senses, devoured the overbearing, stifling warmth of the summer’s infernal indignation, becoming an almost appeasing influence over the diabolical shades of the ruthless, serrated pariah. Statuesque immorality crooned over the latent, listless lands with a perennial rapier, toiling, travailing; fatal subterfuge in the heinous veils of ferocious blends, breathing animosity in the deplorable boughs of his derisive existence. Unholy carnivore splendor, licentious bearings trapped and twisted in the Tartarean rapture and reverie of chilling, glacial indifference, the sumptuous, slender clarity of severity and smoldering havoc, the undulating, argent sinew entangled innate enmity. Bestial temptation, wild, feral decadence, enticing, alluring, rapacious abhorrence in the scathing, seething rigidity, muted, taciturn, sinful credence of a silken predator, captured in the menacing opulence and grandeur of Mephistopheles’s masterpiece; deadly elegance in a poet’s savage, nefarious prose. Feasting, consuming, and swallowing the tombs of raptorial predilections, harboring the strife of damned beings, corporeal foes layered into the conceited catacombs of illustrious death and monstrous divinations, so sculpted from the outstretched arms of heathens, so discarded from the virtuous strings of society. Insurrection and sedition unfurling from the trenchant, macabre chords of evening’s tremulous desires and morning’s resolute longings, festering and brooding amongst the deplorable treacheries of a callous, heartless demon. Bestial brutality, writhing, wrathful wraith, arching, sliding, slipping, slithering in the frigid calculation of another inveigling, iniquitous day, the meticulous, hot friction of rigid, possessive movements, the pulse, the beat, of Satan’s eternally damned, of Lucifer’s majestic creation. Stygian mayhem, arcane calamity, immersed in the tumultuous mantle of violence, annihilation, devastation, he drove perilous clarity into the fragile hearts of innocence, of purity, of seraphic, silken steps, impending, formidable menace and malice slinking into their chaste countenances. Here, he cut, slashed, and scraped; the heated, molten rasp against their lungs, the burning, scalding laceration amongst their veins. The acerbic caresses of the devil, the mordant embrace of the reaper.
Portentous, his vicious fervor scorched over the coils of another’s scent, simmering with the same audacious meld and mold as many others, the foolish, inane wanderings of the impudent. What drove their witless madness, their vacuous ignorance, their reckless endeavors to scour the plains of another’s? What provided their minds with such wanton sentiments, the youthful yearning for petulant indulgence? Oh, he could have murdered them all, diabolical termination, overwhelming slaughter, blighting and igniting, meticulously massacring, severing, the cords of the dense – yet, he was not permitted. And how was it fair, to not savor the quick sword of his brutality, of his lethal, malignant detachment, the piercing, pulsing maelstrom of his dominion, and instead, entreat these imbeciles with the lavished court-calls of a polite, genteel welcome? He offered nothing to embody these frustrated sentiments, naught but the rush of indifference, the ushering of cool detachment crossing over his lips, his cruel gaze, the haughty, poised nonchalance of a ruthless sovereignty. Steps pulsed, awakened by the promise of ruin, bedlam, rushing over the glazed shadows of scrupulous, fierce, imminent possession – and when he chiseled into the stranger’s presence, too late to hear the arch of the child’s mutterings, his enigmatic recoil and grace kindled, indiscernible, unreadable necromancy of a predacious being. The ruthless blue of his sinister stare locked upon the youth, and some strange recognition passed over him, of years gone by, of relative conformation, a hint of familiarity nestled in unwavering Tides and resolute, potent horned beasts, bloodlines shared over mauled generations. The minor flicker of interest did not pass over his features, remaining in their callous deviation of greeting, dispassionate and apathetic. Instead, the rough grate of his vocals seized the tense air, discordant query incensed by raw tenors, grasping, clutching, and capturing strings of terror and demand. “What do you want?”
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