JULY 9, 2014.
Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 8, 2014 16:59:35 GMT -5
{anneliese} {word 282} {consequence of wrath}complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.
What was once a beautiful land blessed with endless strife was now a barren region littered with corpses, ash, and ruin. The sky was eternally blackened and rained with endless streams of molten rock to splash in the various rivers of lava. There had been no trace of the Quatra Espada or the Cero Espada after the nuclear conflict that had taken place mere days ago—until now.
Vaaen Vorenz stood his boots atop the greatest standing mountain in the lands, enveloped in the dancing heat, and encompassed by a pile of rotting corpses. His light-blue jewels cast their vacant vision upon the only perfect structure; the inner kingdom of Conforto del Cataclisma, and even the respite of his castle had to taste the chaos he had created. He simply couldn’t believe his peripherals—there weren’t any aerial monstrosities raining hell upon any visitors, nor were there any warriors dancing their steel in an endless war; there was only death and the stream of wind flapping his purple collar.
This was the consequence of wrath, and this was everything he had fought for—wasn’t it? Then how much audacity did his tear ducts have to slither a droplet down his cheek, and why were his clenched fists trembling in a torrent of emotions?
Had Videll Casttra—his lover and heart—truly perished under the power of his passions; the power of his own hand?
Pearly whites clenched with a shake of the head, veins pulsing with pure anger on the face, and eyes reddened with liquid. His visage pinched with anger, and his lips widened and released every particle of his palpable wrath throughout the entirety of his ruined kingdom.
Vaaen Vorenz stood his boots atop the greatest standing mountain in the lands, enveloped in the dancing heat, and encompassed by a pile of rotting corpses. His light-blue jewels cast their vacant vision upon the only perfect structure; the inner kingdom of Conforto del Cataclisma, and even the respite of his castle had to taste the chaos he had created. He simply couldn’t believe his peripherals—there weren’t any aerial monstrosities raining hell upon any visitors, nor were there any warriors dancing their steel in an endless war; there was only death and the stream of wind flapping his purple collar.
This was the consequence of wrath, and this was everything he had fought for—wasn’t it? Then how much audacity did his tear ducts have to slither a droplet down his cheek, and why were his clenched fists trembling in a torrent of emotions?
Had Videll Casttra—his lover and heart—truly perished under the power of his passions; the power of his own hand?
Pearly whites clenched with a shake of the head, veins pulsing with pure anger on the face, and eyes reddened with liquid. His visage pinched with anger, and his lips widened and released every particle of his palpable wrath throughout the entirety of his ruined kingdom.
“Fuuuuuuck!”
MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE
A few Days ago reports of mass destruction made way to her Kingdom; however, she herself was not around to receive them. It wasn't until hours ago did she find out that something was amiss and got the report. She'd heard of it, but never did Anneliese imagine it would be this horrific. What she witness was something darker and deeper then the abyss. It was the chasm of despair flooded with the essence of wrath.
