AN: Here is another chapter, enjoy :)
Edit: I edited this chapter a bit to make iit longer, enjoy :)
Chapter 11: Theatrical Blues
Gwen's POV
That bitch Gwen was cackling evilly and maniacally, like she always does. They were such ignoramuses, all of them! No one could conceptualize that they exertion right mezzanine their adenoids!
She laviscioused existing as the Mesmer leader, and no one ascertain that she is the one!
"Hehhheeee Hahahahaha YEEEEEESSSSS" the vixen cackled horribly, like she always does.
"Treasure, what is it that you are covivialing about?" Keiran Thackeray questioned lovingly. She played that deadbeat only to hide her malicious secret, she never became comfortable with him (she is such a bitch :( Even in the Hearths of the North, she acted like a total bitchy slut).
"Oh, sugar, don't apprehension your sexy tiny arch (Like Lion's Arch :D) about it, and go farming ectos, so we can pay rent."
"Okay, treasure." he answered and gone to spam "LFG Imbagon for UW HM" into Temple of Ages.
Gwen pirroueted out of the aperture and walked mezzanine the avenue in Lion's Arch to that humongous theatre where Mesmers had their headquarters. She cackled evilly all the way to it. Some noobs were spamming trade trying to sell their Canthan New Year minipets, so she had to turn it off or she would go mentally strange (Even though she already is).
A creepy ancient Necromancer bared for her and she mesmerized (:D) him so he would abscond away.
Her Mesmer minions (MM, like Minion Master :) ) were already there, performing some hackneyed play that Gwen conceived as totally cool (but it wasn't, it was stupid). They were later gonna mesmerize some people so they could take their stuff and finance their campaign and help Zhaitan dominate Tyria forever! Though they couldn't rob Xunlai Guild, where everyone had their ecto stashes and unded birthday minipets. That would set them for good!
I'll have to find a way past those fucking Xunlai she thought evilly.
Gwen went backstage and went through a portal hidden in a plastic dragon to Zhaitan's den in Arah (that's in Orr).
She mesmered before the chateau of Zhaitan, it was constituted from the bones of noobs that map-traveled here and Gwen managed to hornswoggle them. She absconded upon the artery of death and annihilation, descending down to the den of evil and horror, cackling mesmericaly all the way through, her evilness and callousness radiated an aura from her sinful body, deflecting upon milleniums and milleniums of remains of the innocents, ritualized to Zhaitan for his evil and maniacal campaign of evil. The spirits wept shinning spiritual ruptures, tearing them up inside. How could be so much wrong with the world?
That abominable wretch called Gwen just cackled at their misery, her ebony dark soul convivialing at such malady and discomfort around her, with the only regret, THAT THERE ISN'T MORE OF IT!
"Oooh, Zhaitie! I wanted to meet you for soo long, but that moronic nincompoop Keiran wouldn't let me!" the harlot lusted horrifyingly as she danced around Zhaitan's throne chamber, cherishing every sight of the theatrical wonder that it was.
Zhaitan was sooo sexy, his scales glistened in the moonlight and he was just so laviscious and adorable (Gwen is nuts :( )! His big, strong body clemented her every night when Keiran was busy farming ectos for Obsidian armor or doing DoA speedruns! They copulated together, when Zhaitan was in his dragon form. It was ravishing! Such laviciousness and comfort was in that one moment!
"Don't worry, my Gwenie, soon we shall rule all of existence! The Twilight Prophecies(title drop lol) say so!"
Their evil laughter echoed through the darkness.
"Zhaitie, what precisely do the Twilight Prophecies say?" Gwen puppy-eyed Zhaitan, bouncing up and down on his expansive, strong chest, cherishing every moment they were together.
"Oh, I have it right here:" Zhaitan recited ominously. (Thx to Susan for writing the prophecy)
Descry the compulsory,
as caliginous times are repository,
for world falls apart,
when it starts.
Right when tense blackout devours tense empyrean,
and the faces of noobs are reaped by Dervishes,
an antagonistical female, her soul algid as ice,
with her one crush, the one whose spark will sear the world apart.
they will bring much malady and discomfort, forever apothegm over us all.
"Zhaitie, that was sooo wonderful, mine ebony soul was full of sorrow and triumph, giggling with tredemnous malady and touch, your rhymes fluttering through mine soul as milleniums of butterflies, you should try to do it proffesionaly"
"Of course, mine Gwenie, but now... THERE IS WORLD TO CONQUER!"