Chaos is God in a system of true disorder. And I seek to my title of God, I have no care for whoever crumples to nothing in my persuit to achieve such.
Even the most valid planets are built on lies. The navy and twilight that inclines a beauty into their distant flares are nothing more than a charming delicacy allotted to the miserable souls that have nothing better to do than pursue the darkness of the universe.-APalace of Ulric labyrinths, Elvira Crest.
|Early Orcus-July 6th, 7210|
AYOUNGFIGURE settled near a frigid stone window, compound hazel and emerald gaze flickering with thousands of flashing sentiments as they obsessively glued to the holy tandem of wife and husband that twirled about the marble floor, vast snowy ballroom accentuating their love as they promenaded with bizarre grins like the many other pairs around them.
At that moment, it seemed the humming voices of the wealthy around him no longer existed as his young stare rested on their silhouettes. A King and Queen were nothing without the attention of the majority, eyeing them with expressions of awe and admiration that only smothered their young prince with dismay.
The room was extensive, priceless and way too excessive for a young boy to be lost in on his own. The ceilings and walls were painted with resonant portraits of a nation in a time long rested. For the many sauntering people enclosing him, these images were the intentions of equilibrium, triumph and superiority as a whole.
Oh, how gold crawled.
Gold twisted everywhere-the tall walls, the never-ending floors and on the self-consumed gulls. The immoderation for him didn't represent the success of his family, only the slavery of the laughingstock. Snaking tears burned the greens of his irises, the pink of his cheeks blistering with neglect as he followed their gaze scrape past him.
Just like another one of their blindless followers, his parents excluded him like a chasm of nothing but worn air.
It was apparent that the powerful little family of Ulric was never meant for the path of wonders from the beginning. It was absurd to believe such a disaster would toil any other way.
His eyes would roll to the jewelled clock dangling elegantly off the earthy coloured wall, chiming so soft that none of the conversing people would appreciate its existence. The prince had looked forward to his 13th birthday, it was said the 13th was a milestone in one's life. All his enthusiasm had rightfully decayed throughout the day when it became obvious that the party his mother and father had set up for him, truly wasn't for him-it was for their beloved package of burden, his younger brother, Kek.
