Gelid, a brumal frore of hyperborean ice, demoniac, trenchant, a loathsome bed that sought nought but the ravenous polar demise of its singular occupant, arenaceous coagulations of bitter hoarfrost rancorously clung to the slumbering adolescent's stirring visage, twain epicene eyelashes vitiated by shawl of unascertained achromatised white. 'Cold…' Apathetically did the conscious figure groan, hair of preeminent monarch purple clandestine, sheathed by a bulwark of perverted diamonds, twain palms abstractedly bore fecund child of animation, pestiferous in their plight, blighted by kinesthesia of debaucherous granular coldness.
'...Why can I move my arm?' Eros languidly drawled, exanimate pabulum pupils pestilentially plagued by panorama of regnant prognostic wretchedness, for empyrean carcass not of iniquitous malevolent carrion petulantly fermented afore variegated serpentine eyes, but a boundless void of paramount, primordial obfuscous tenebrosity, a night infinite, deathless, spasmodically fractured by rain of cadaverous anaemic white, earth antecedently enduring appeared waxen, shawled by ash ascendant.
Vaporous breaths ceaselessly coagulated afore the tumultuous boy's form, pestilential in their miasmic contagion of the darkened land, myriad crystalline pears refracting countenance of omnipotent apprehensiveness. Gnarled, tortured trees boundlessly blighted the boy's vision, bearing chromaticity aphotic, bloodcurdlingly stygian, their every appendage eidolically atrophied, infinitely anorexic, cadaverous fingers bereft of their keratin countenance, beggared, destitute of zoetic vivacity.
Sequestered howls monotonously impregnated the tremulant Eros's petulantly placid form, bearing progeny gutwrenchingly unascertained, the amaranthine lament of innumerable spirits. 'Where am I? This isn't Sarpedon! Did something go wrong? What's happening?! What's happening?! What's happening!! Why am I healed? I shouldn't be able to move, my body desecrated, nought but a shattered marionette afore that damned creature…Psyche! Medusa!! Please answer me!!! Please!!! I don't want to be alone. I hate this…' Eros ruefully stammered, his heart inundated by notions of omnipotent trepidation, his mind ignorant to the boundless concept of time, seconds, minutes, hours, blanketed by a duvet of white did Eros invidiously dwell, twain palms pregnant with ambient orange lambency, mesmeric eyes macabre, ghoulish, lusterless, poised precariously upon an existence ostensibly temporal.
{Name: Eros}
{Age: 17}
{Race: Human}
{Sex: Male}
{Title(s): Apostle of Eros (Psyche), Apostle of Stheno, Apostle of Euryale, Pure Soul, Apostle of Medusa, Trireme of the Gorgons, Blessed and Beloved of #$*(&%#@)_!@#*$, Apostle of #$*(&%#@)_!@#*$, aberrant singularity, he who is paradoxically loathed and loved by oracles,}
{Apostle of Eros (Psyche)}
{Rank: —-----}
{Tier: 2}
{Abilities: (Psyche)}
{Tier 1: Matchmaker}
{Tier 2: Anteros}
{Ability: Pyrokinesis}
{Origin: Fiamma Adeen}
{Ability: Enhancement}
{Origin: Gabriella Ebba}
{Abilites: (Asmodeus/ Sarah)}
{Tier 1: Successor of Tobias}
{Origin: Sarah Valentine ♥}
{Abilities: (Háðung Hróðvitnir/Sköll)}
{Tier 1: Contempt of Sköll}
{Origin: Háðung Hróðvitnir}
{Abilities: (Mánagarmr Hróðvitnir/ Hati)}
{Tier 1: Herald of lightlessness}
{Apostle of Medusa}
{Rank: God (Monster)}
{Tier 1}
{Abilities: (Medusa)}
{Tier 1: Eye of the Gorgon}
{Apostle of Stheno}
{Rank: God (Monster)}
{Abilities:----}
{Tier:---}
{Apostle of Euryale}
{Rank: God (Monster)}
{Abilities:---}
{Tier:---}
{Apostle of #$*(&%#@)_!@#*$}
{Rank: —------}
{Abilities: (#$*(&%#@)_!@#*$)}
{Tier 1: &|#@:?+}
{Tier 1: Contempt of Sköll}
{Allows the bearer of this ability to replicate the conflagrant maw of the treacherous monster, consuming fires of multitudinous compositions to eternally strengthen,}
{Tier 1: Herald of lightlessness}
{Allows the bearer of this ability to slaughter any source of light, a pseudo herald of cadaverous darkness}
'Singularity, blessed and loved of….loathed and hated by oracles, what happened, Psyche, Medusa… anyone…someone please answer me, I hate this…I loathe this…I despise being alone…please…please, I hate this, I hate this! I hate this! I hate this! I hate this! I hate this! I hate this! Why, why, I thought you'd stay with me forever. I thought your voice, however faint it may be, would remain amaranthine by my side, please. I-I don't know what to do,' Anguish, omnipotent melancholic misery, such singular sentiment ceaselessly prevailed amid the isolated adolescent's mind, heterochromatic eyes deathlessly tremulant, tempestuous with storm of edging aberrant mania.
'Why…why did this have to happen? Why did that monster have to go through such hoops just to have me killed! I hate this. I'm fulfilling your demand, aren't I, psyche?! Look, look, I've even attained the love of some apostles, and yet, the only retribution bestowed unto me are greater and greater hardships! I hate this! I knew, I knew the remunerations for my actions would be such loathsome fate and yet…and yet….why can't I be mad, my words of hatred nought but apocryphal gospel,' Intermittent seeds of petulant red profaned the adolescent's mesmeric serpentine face, their countenance antagonistically impassioned, vaporous in their conjoined union with the Hyperborean plane aneath.
'I know I'm weak, Hylas proved as such, my body brittle, fracturable, mortal! I can't defend those who love me, let alone those who will, yet I want more, more love, more affection! I wish to be strong, powerful enough to protect those that preach such zealous amour, yet, to attain such omnipotence, I'll need to seduce more to earn the affection of those in grander, more paramount places of power, an ouroboros of infinite want, I don't care if I'm selfish, I don't care if such notion appears progeny of cowardice…I never want to be alone,' Dissonant did the adolescent innately cry, heterochromatic eyes sadistically poised upon countenance unknown, cretinous to blight of carrion that antecedently appeared regnant upon planes of perfect white.
Monstrous, a beast flagitious, execrably fiendish, a mountainous maw prodigiously jeered, poised lustfully upon the tremulant figure of the stirring Eros, coat of atramentous unlighted tenebrosity appeared impervious to impregnation of eternal blizzard, myriad hairs prehistoric, primordial, undomesticated, twain eyes of bloodthirsty crimson rancorously mocked, accompanied by reddened liquefaction, innumerable teeth, pestiferous with plight of malevolent orange appeared chasmic, sadistic. Quaternary prodigal paws angled faithlessly afore the ominously pendulous boy. A wolf, its size mountainous, foreign, a monster bearing rank uncelebrated. Carrion languidly impregnated its hateful encroach, vestigial remains of an antecedent hunt, yet, such perverted deviancy meant nought to Eros, for eyes of sovereign variegation appeared impregnated by lambent effulgence of omnipotent, unrestrained sadism.
"I'll return to them, not as a weak creature susceptible to mortal blights, but a being capable of bulwarking all whom wish to bring harm, a god, a king, a cognisant fool…." The serpentine boy cadaverously stammered, his face illuminated by blaze infernal, for in place of flesh brewed maw of demonic unhallowed fire, its heat apathetic upon the boy's icy flesh cracked hedonistically into a treacherous grin, innumerable apocryphal fangs wet with appetite eternally unsatiated.
Fear, a sense primal, innate upon all beasts, for amid eyes of carrion refracted such sight of omnipotent serpentine horror, no, it was the singular sight the wolf could spy, for surroundings antecedently illuminated by effulgent wax lay aphotic, a void, the light behind its eyes instantaneously consumed, "I don't care about the rules of the world, about my sex, my limitations, I'm not in the academy anymore if I'm to ascend I must not live amid shadows, but be bathed by light infinitely divine."
End of volume 1: Enuma Esper Academy