Eros, the eternal painter, dwells on his current circumstances.

In the wake of a tragedy, despite wishing for death, I'd always be rejected by Thanatos. No matter what I tried, 'she' would always stop me. But why? Isn't 'she' the God of Death? I can only keep trying to solve the mysteries of life and death. Are they the reason for her rejection? Or was th...

You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...

In the shadows of the Agatsuma Apartments during the solemn Obon season, the caretaker, Sato Ayato, navigates the building's tranquil corridors. As the season unfolds, a series of tragic events unfurl, blurring the line between celebration and despair. Caught in the midst of festivity and persona...

Sometimes we get swept in someone and we do things without thinking things through. and when they're gone... all we have left is to go and pick up the pieces of what's left of our lives. Inspired by the Poem "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino and "Into the Night" by YOASOBI, this short...

What's the big deal With the Dead? And what with life? Why would we live por why Would be rather die. In this Short story, Thanar will ramble into this questions along with Elysia.

Eros, the God of Life and Thanatos, the God of Death, are infamously known throughout the world. The people of Eros desire to live and create life in order to please their god and the people of Thanatos desire to die in order to please their own. That being said, Yakuto is stuck in the middle as ...

A curse is not an incantation, nor is it a magic spell of any sort. It is a desperate, selfish wish. A taboo desire, given power, that goes against the natural order of the world. The twin gods, Eros and Thanatos, were once the rulers of an immortal earth. Now, one is dead, while the ot...

"Follow me into the night." "What is keeping you tethered to the light?" —Is this a novel? A poem? Who knows? For now, it's about two lovers, with one convincing the other, to go.....

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.