Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th. A name only spouted by delusional individuals wishing for saterization. If only he had been quaint enough to ascertain his circumstance. However, that proved erroneous. See, Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th had quantitative muddles. Many so at that. For his sister, Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd, had befallen many illnesses over her life. She had been bed ridden. Ever since her first blink, had she ever so dastardously been cursed by the gods. It was as if she had received malady after malady. Ailment after ailment, so to speak. It was the solemn duty of that of Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th to find a way to cure the deathly maladies that Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd had been genetically burdened with. He wished to ameliorate her, so to speak. So long as she had proven in better condition, he had been primed. Of course, this discourse would prove a failure. So, he had called in the likes of Cheltingham Digby, who would arrive in a short while. The disposition that he was particularly substandard.
Cheltingham Digby, on arrival, had numerous frustrations upon what had he been told. Although not happy a disposition at this very moment, normally so he wears a contented nature. Of course, that would not have been the instance this time. He vexingly stated, as if to inform of the lunacy of the brother and sister, “Good morrow, Oculus Conscious the 3rd and 13th, is there a happenstance in which I have been required for my compensation?” he bluntly correlated, his tone cutting from ear to another in a scratchy manner. He had not been delighted nor believed in what had been stated by Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th. Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th spoke out quickly, as if to notify that of a precarious nature. Cheltingham had been alarmed by either Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th’s odd acting adortiness or that of a factual occasion. Cheltingham then acknowledges Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th and concluded to aid him.
“If I inconvenience myself, I exhaustively anticipate that a brimful payment be submitted to me promptly.” Cheltingham concludes in such a way as to prospect that of a salaried individual. He had an unpretentious yet sesquipedalian tone to his vocalization. Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th had been rather blithe by the benevolent endeavor that Cheltingham Digby had contrived. He had actualized the acrimony that wore the face of Cheltingham Digby. As so, he exhilaratingly sanctioned the endeavour that Cheltingham Digby had continginated.
“My continuity is with you,” Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th declared. He then, in an analytical tone, inaugurated a repatree whereas the correspondence of knowledge had been taking accommodation. Cheltingham had disclosed that a specific artifact would have been able to placate his claim. The artifact had been named Formidulosus. The only contrivance in which Cheltingham Digby would have the qualification to actualize the artifact would be to jaunt across the country. His assumption is that it would take about a week. Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th had formally granted recognition to do so. And thus, Cheltingham Digby had set out to find the baffling artifact known as Formidulosus.
Before Cheltingham Digby had made his leave, he appointed to those who may have been of guidance. The first of which had the apprehension and name recognition of Deluge Douglby. With him, he had imported the companionship of his wife and son, Monnipenny Bancroft and Napoleon Acies Mortem. Monnipenny was very presumptuous on the surface, however she proved rather diffident internally. This was mostly indisputable due to the fact that her last name was not the carbon of Deluge’s. One could also ascertain that Napoleon’s last appellation was not the same as that of Deluge Douglby. This name was also prearranged by Monnipenny, for she had been rather abashed by Napoleon as well. Nevermore, they had been there. They occupied the mansion adjoining the decrepit, putrid cabin in which Balvalian Nocturnes Oculus Conscious the 13th and his sister had engrossed.
Shortly after the arrival of the ashamed family, Deluge was articulating with Balvalian Nocturne’s Oculus Conscious the 13th about his afflicted situation. Meanwhile, Napoleon found it the most incomparable time in which to exchange words with Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd. He ambles up to Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd, trying his best to look as if he were an unexceptional personage. He commences the colloquy by stating that of an abnormal premise.
“I see that that of you have been cursed….” Napoleon tries to play it placidly. Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd was not in the slightest fascinated by his approach. She responded wryly.
“Do you need something?” she put visibly. Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd had not cared even marginally. Even so, Napoleon Acies Mortem was not the type to give up nor to crack under compression. He had a simple, yet wincefull reply.
“No. I simply wish to converse with a notable entity such as yours.” He put quite indecently, as if to signify that he hadn’t seen her as human. For Napoleon Acies Mortem thought Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd a lamia. However, he had proved no angst of this fact, which even Everlyn had found strange. She had not yet known the fact of what Napoleon was insinuating, and so she had been left bewildered.
“An entity?” Everlyn asked, both befuddled and exasperated. Her tone had irritations in her tone yet Napoleon was not in the slightest fearful. This had also perplexed the likes of Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd.
“Yes. For it seems as if you are an entirely different entity than that of a humans” He put boldly and crudely, as if to look down on her. However, Napoleon had seen Everlyn as a kind of deity in its own rights. He had nothing filled within his brain but commotion for the likes of Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd.
After about an hour of the arrival of the Douglby family, there came more. One more which had been named that after a doctor. Infirmum Medicus was his name. And, despite the period in which he had been formally living in, he dressed in full black. Which, undespicable on its own, proved not whence one knew what these black shapes had made up. For these shadowy shapes made a mask, and an odd cape looking contraption that surrounded his neck and extended no further down than that of his upper chest. Despite the period in which he had been formally living in, he dressed in full black. He was known as a plague doctor. Which had fully ended in 1666. Odd. How truly odd. And infirmum had not been that of an accustomed character. He had been redoubtable. Very, very redoubtable.
Upon his arrival, Balvalian had been rather apprehensive about Infirmum. However, looks may be deceptive. That proved untrue for the likes of Infirmum Medicus. But Balvalian was unaware of the fact for the time being. Infirmum smoothly waltzed towards Everlyn. He then, in a quiet yet unnerving tone, began to speak.
“And you must be Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd, correct?” His smooth tone only made the plight all the more disquieting. For his low volume had found its way cracking the eardrums, sending alarming signals throughout the body. But Everlyn was helpless. She couldn’t communicate nor shift around. Which, in turn, made the situation that much more ghastly for that of Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd.
Fully realizing now that Everlyn could not speak, he continues as if she had answered. “I’m going to examine an insufficient amount. Just simple things, such as checking blood pressure and such. I hope this does not bother you” He, in a particularly professional tone.
Later in the day, Cheltingham had returned, not with the artifact, but rather with data and information. He had told Balvalian before of the artifact’s placement, or rather where it occupied without specific coordinates. So, it had been the revelation of everyone when he had returned so promptly. However, he boasted nothing but that of information once again. He had told only Balvalian of this, of course. Cheltingham told that the artifact would take another short while to receive, and he could tell the exasperation that Balvalian gave off. Therefore, he dared not tread heavy on the subject. For the artifact known as Formidulosus was located within 4 hours walking distance of the cottage. Balvalian, of course, had no choice but to tolerate this. Although not sure how long he would be able to keep everyone away from Everlyn. Cheltingham decides to send help to poor Balvalian, with that of a priest.
Within an hour after Cheltinham had left, the priest would seem to have arrived. He was formally introduced as Albus Vetus Featherswallow, a rather professional succession emanating from his very stance. His tone and language would also help to prove the fact.
“Good afternoon, noble Balvalian. I presume I am to be in the presence of Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd?” He asked in a very professionalized tone. Blavalian simply nodded, as he himself wasn’t sure of the contents in which Albus had stated. He started a sermon in which the language proved unknown to Balvalian. It hadn’t the contents of any language! For Albus Vetus Featherswallow had not known what he had been performing. It seems as if he had made everything up in plight of not knowing what he lacked. That is most likely the reason for his nonsensical spouting that rammed with professionalism. He needed everyone in the vicinity to evacuate to the nearest tree outside of the cottage. And so, everyone evacuated to the Douglby mansion, conveniently placed about 300 foot away from the cottage. Balvalian was speculatory of this fact. He was eventually talked into leaving his dwelling.
The Douglby dwelling was grand. It had a huge open living area mixed with several rooms locked behind massive steel doors. Deluge had made it thoroughly clear not to enter such rooms only fabricated by those whose was their first visit. They didn’t spend a lot of time in the grand Douglby manor, for the sermon had lasted only 25 minutes or so. Balvalian and the crew that had trekked around to the grand manor of Deluge had returned ever so early. With what appeared to be Albus just talking normally to Everlyn. It appeared as if a sermon hadn’t happened at all. And at this point, Balvalian had realised the disingenuousness that Albus was. Cheltingham had obviously not realised this fact. And poor Everlyn couldn’t say a thing about it. And yet they still had to sit there for another 2 hours or so until Cheltinghams return.
Chaos had broken out in the cottage in which Balvalian resides. It’s been an hour and yet the loud clattering of voices could be heard across the globe. The Deluge family had been doing none other than constant arguing, Albus was trying to fix himself and explain the reason for the sermon being absent from his work. Then we had Infirmum trying to redo his studies on Everlyn to figure out what’s wrong with her to make a medical boon. Then, conveniently as yet almost perfect timing, He had barged through the door as if to ascertain a discovery. Cheltingham began to speak in a numerous tone, with his excitement showing tremendously.
“I believe that I have found the cure for the dastardly sickness of Everlyn Rose Oculus Conscious the 3rd '' He began. “It is quite simple, though I realized that I had forgotten to tell of its effects on my last visit. Allow me to explain further. See, the artifact known as Formidulosus is a very cursed object, however, not in the sense that many may first partake. For this artifact sucks up the soul of whoever may be wished to enter it. From there, it has the possibility of being rather dangerous to be near. With Everlyn’s case, that is most likely the case, considering the calculations of her age.” Cheltingham stated, the walls of the empty house echoing his every syllable. Balvalian countered the very second his last sentence had fully ended.
“What? I cannot do that!” He shouted. It seemed to Balvalian that he had been unreservedly against this decision. And rightfully so. For he and his sister may never share a moment ever again. However, it seemed clear to Balvalian that that was the clarity that Everlyn had wanted. It seemed as if she had been done with living. And Balvalian could not, in obviousness, try to barter this, since Everlyn had not been able to speak since he was a child. “So, how old do you speculate she is?” Balvalian gets out barely, as fear had been taking over.
“About 2,000 years old is the best speculation” Cheltingham quickly affirms. Even he realized Balvalian’s discontent with the idea of his. However, he also realized it’s the only thing he could do to help that of his dear sister. He firmly agrees. Although he wanted to be sure of just one last thing.
“Will I be able to keep this… Artifact?” He spouts out. It was very easy to tell at this moment that he hadn’t wanted this, but accepted for the sake of Everlyn.
“I highly suggest against it. Chances are, because of all the lasting emotions built up from Everlyn over all of those years, they will seep through the doll. Which would render you deranged.” He bluntly stated. For he knew that Balvalian was against the idea, and this certainly didn’t help. Balvalian, still reluctant, complies yet again.
5 years have passed
Balvalian had kept the doll all this time. It was now 1927, and he had become a shell of his old appearance. It was put in the newspaper that a cottage in the woods as well as a mansion next to it have burned down.