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

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...

Walking above cloud is fun I suppose But having someone special beside Is Heart touching In reality being able to just walk Is more than escaping from the shackles of being cripple . Being bo...

In their darkest of nights, two broken souls made a promise. Intoxicated by love and fueled from the conviction to escape the cruelty of their world, they decide to run away together. Just one week, a fleeting farewell to the day before—then they leave their past behind forever to awaken beneath ...

I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.

There are two types of people: those ruled by Thanatos and those ruled by Eros. It's rare to see the God of Death itself but those who see it often see a different person. Most of the time, it's the one you love dearly. But what if the person you loved the most... Was the you in your past? Aft...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

What if Thanatos only calls on followers because the loneliness of their existence was too much to bear? What if Eros tries to stop them every single time, showing them they are loved but having their words and actions reverberate in the void as they fail to reach them? Is Death really all that t...