Chapter 6: Tears

A delineation of opulent decadent pulchritude, a beauty singularly bathed afore light paradoxically ecclesiastical. A girl…A woman. Hedonistic, salacious strands of licentious ebony languidly cascaded, a voluptuous waterfall eminently quiescent upon the paramount epicentre of the figure's back.

Flesh of preeminent, libidinous alabaster lay shawled afore dress of ascendant Mephistophelian gothic nobility, a petulant portrait of cadaverous stygian lightlessness, a fruitless void vain upon the girl's curvaceous bosom. Ruinous lips of preordained serpentine pink lay poised upon a vignette of pellucid youth, a diaphanous beauty of age evermore enigmatic.

Twas a sight paradisiacal, a figure myriad men would slaughter to scrutinise, so why? Why did such antecedent eyes of rapturous paramount monarchal violet espouse apocryphal narrative of emanant apprehension, innately tempestuous, tumultuous amid their sockets? An instinctual rueful grin of omnipotent melancholy grotesquely ornamented upon the beauty's petrified face.

Torturous lurid quiescence infinitely impregnated the precedently paradisical plane, air of anterior amative perfume nought but an effluvia miasma of voluminous phobia. "NOOOOOO!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!" Such throe of instinctual virulent rancour artlessly impregnated the domain of precedent deathless serenity, but a scream of barbarous tactless despondency, a grating assault upon the child's enfeebled oesophagus.

Kaleidoscopic gems of variegated oceanic blue and frolicsome emerald lay beggared, bereft of their antecedent pietistic effulgence, an opaque mirror abstracted afore actuality, 'Why….I don't want this…No…No…' Delirious motions of virulent retreat appeared subconsciously performed, Eden's body but a belated marionette, a doll enamoured by notions of omnipotent forlornness.

"Leave!!! Please…Please leave!!!!… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt anyone anymore…I don't wish to steal that which eludes me, lives of happiness forsaken…I'm sorry," Wretched bile spasmodically flecked the child's repentant plea, pellucid rain of regurgitate slovenly perverting skin of anterior empyrean snow, his throat seared, lacerated, multitudinously mangled and maimed, appetite of maltreated eject ruminating upon the precipice of his tongue, and yet, Eden bore but sentiment of martyred apathy, his brain eternally cretinous to the cantankerous blights of his body.

"GO!!!! Please…run aw—*Gwah*" Vomit, pellucid retch languidly disgorged from the child's paragon aperture of winsome enticement, his beseechment asphyxiated, inundated aneath sea of variegated antipathy. Fibrous effete strands debaucherous upon the child's prostitute hair, pervertedly embedding it upon his face.

"Are you ok?!" Voice of sovereign benignant solace fruitlessly haemorrhaged afore chasm of serpentine pink, its cruor tone cognate with motion boundlessly anathematised, the innate encroach of the gothic girl.

Withered irises abortively clamoured, spouting voices of reticent asylum. Eden didn't wish for this, his mind desirous, enamoured with singular sentiment of hermitic seclusive continuance, to attain quiescent demise circumscribed by myriad creatures, for animals perished not afore one's presence, twas permanence almighty—Whereas humans the boy knew pestiferous providence not.

"YOU'LL DIE!!!!!" Claret deluge sputtered from lips infinitely pusillanimous, the amaranthine tremor synonymous with Eden's paramount, monarchal apprehension, his brain singularly enamoured with a prophetic silhouette, the stagnant pestiferous cadaver of the encroaching girl, her body bearing fragrance of anterior aphrodisia but a malodorous blight, multitudinous contemptible maggots gluttonous upon alabaster feast.

And yet, afore the child's rhapsodic promise of deleterious annihilation resonated not incoherent, impassioned retirement, but a whimsical dance, an approach beggared of transparent recreancy, "Is that so…dismayed you may be, but your spurious portent plight is wasted on me, your words nought but an inane atrophied exertion of breath." The gothic, unhallowed woman puckishly hummed.

'Though I must question, what manner of plight has this boy bore to perfect such heartwrenching bravado, his promise of death…His parents, he appears beggared, bereft of humane companionship….Ah…' Intonation of pestilential forlornness malignantly poisoned the advancing figure's mind, myriad words fruitlessly disgorged, nought but pointless dribble needing not confirmation.

Nugatory, placid, paralysed Eden's countenance but a withered, blasé husk, myriad seams of carmine, truculent veins fructiferous upon the child's opaque pupils, his antecedent words purportless dribble, his mind enamoured afore notions of stigmatised prosaic self-flagellation. This life would be no different than his last, a martyred beacon of malign pestilence.

Stygian wretched melancholy zealously impregnated Eden's mind, twain eyes beggared of the actuality afore him, shawled by sentinel of austere sombre cimmerian, infinitely cretinous to fate oracular, for tepid fever anteriorly unascertained fertilised the child's quivering form, a sultry blanket perspicuously humanoid, the voluptuous body of the gothic beauty.

"Huh…" Eden inattentively stuttered, subconscious hands abstractedly grasping the girl's distended shawl, his knuckles vised, a desperate, despondent testimony of actuality, "You're…alive…you're real and a-a-alive!" And it was with such stutter that the child fractured, his mind ruinously belated afore the woman's magnanimous benevolence, calescent tears calamitous upon skin virginal, a paradoxical thaw synonymous with the child's gelid heart, "Ah! AHHH!!!!" Eden achingly bemoaned his heart-wrenching throe the singular utterance to amorously infect the paradisiacal garden.

"Of course, I remain. Did you not hear my antecedent assertion? You're but a frangible child. To deliver slaughter onto me would take you myriad lifetimes!" The girl audaciously purred, but a singular palm poised pellucidly upon Eden's paramount carnal brown hair, "Though I must ask boy…What's your name,"

"E-Eden," But a sob of affirmation invidiously spilt from the child's dissentient lips, his words synonymous with an enigmatic mellow grin.

"I see. That's a beautiful name, one synonymous with this paradisiacal garden. However, it's not honourable for you to exclusively impart your name, so allow me to bestow unto you mine. I'm Lana," The mesmeric Mephistophelian woman sensuously breathed, her every utterance adulterated with a poisoned affection, "Now Eden, dost thou desire to leave this garden, to live a life enamoured with that of mirrored humanity, to walk cognate aside that of one's peers?" Lana impiously imposed multitudinous words cognate with myriad pusillanimous tremors, a tumultuous fit of spasmodic phobia evermore ill-repressed.

'No…' Eden innately murmured, his words bearing but fictitious body, espoused by mind-exclusive, boundless blights torturous upon his belated brain, a pestilential corruption imminently halted by Lana's precedent existence— She lived, cognisant despite promised departure, a trait synonymous with his singular companions.

Eden was no longer a plague.

Thoughts of innate harm but a dissonant abstracted nightmare.

The boy could live.

"Mmm," Eden fretfully hummed, kaleidoscopic eyes poised precariously upon garbs of effete diaphanous arbour, his mind antecedently cretinous singularly zealous with a sentiment of omnipotent shame.

"I'll procure you some garments whence we return," Lana mirthfully breathed, hand of ornate, ostentatious alabaster enamoured with that of a celestial neo-Galatea.