Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 34- Activating my passive

Today didn't seem to be much better than yesterday.

I didn't notice before, but this place seemed to love the colour grey. Everywhere shared a shade of grey that made me wonder if they were trying to drive us all crazy.

Grey was different from white. The clinically clean white that typically adorned hospitals screaming the illnesses and diseases that the colour was combating. Yes, white was such a colour. It makes you think that you're sick in some way when the colour is brought to a person's attention. A feeling like something will emerge from the colour to heal you.

But here grey was the main character.

I probably didn't notice before. After all, the grey sweats and other things offered by the show seemed to have put the grey scale to the back of my mind.

It was only now that I had to be aware of the confrontation between myself and the grey hallways. I remembered that it didn't used to be so unpleasant and that the walls used to seem to be white when contrasted with the deeper or clearer colour of grey that lined the floors in the building. The only place without lighter walls were the vocal practice rooms and the auditorium with a deep grey that was almost black in its reverberation.

Sighing to myself, I continued to the door of my morning training class. Mind blank and being shunned, I continued life in a drab manner wondering when I'd be done.

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It must have been 5pm the next day that the show and university changed timetables again. Someone who was deemed more important must have led to the change. Or at least that's what I'd like to have thought.

Then I saw it.

A teen boy about my age that shared some of my sickly aesthetic was in my room. More specifically, he was lying on my bed. I may have shouted if I didn't already know that the boy was somewhat eminent. He shared my sick beauty characteristics, but unlike me who was weaker than what my stronger exterior showed, he was stronger than what his fragile shell showed.

Seemingly asleep the boy didn't move, but proceeded to lie down on my bed like it was his own. His weight seemed to have made the bed I made up look like opaque grey cling film.

Annoyed at my own thoughts about describing such a boy as a sleeping beauty I called out his cat like name that suited his sly character quite well.

"Felixe", my tired voice called out his newly acquired name from what I heard from the contestants who seemed to want to shun me to the ends of the earth.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me. I saw pain in them and immediately frowned.

"Felixe... Are you okay?"

"No. Why don't you help me? I feel like I'm dying again." If I had been able to think more clearly I might have noticed the playful and sarcastic tone behind his words. But I didn't.

I rushed to his side with a troubled expression like I would start crying. I looked around wondering if I should find someone.

"You're like this too, huh?", Felixe's voice sounded peeved off, but also confused. I wasn't aware of what could have possibly confused him, but he continued not explaining himself. "I'll be fine in a day or so. No need to call someone."

My mouth opened slightly, but closed upon hearing his groan. A pained expression appeared on his face.

"...you're in pain..."

"Yeah and so what!?" He spit this out annoyed with me.

My thoughts were messed up for a moment and then without hesitating any longer I lifted my hands above him.

The action seemed to have angered him, as his face morphed to match his emotions and his eyes darkened. This didn't last for long when he raised his head.

By the time he had raised it, the other half of my species was showing.

The light that danced around my figure that showed the manifestation of my energy was forming clothing on me. The previous clothes couldn't be seen and only a flowy fog like light enveloped me. Additionally my hair seemed to have a slight pink glow from exertion and my eyes showed a spectrum of colours, just like how a gem would reveal multiple colours when the light shined on them.

His eyes were fixed on me and his body was too slow to stop me from utilising my energy.

The clear energy that seemed bright and slightly glittering in the air touched the outer layer of what appeared to be Felixe's orbit. Upon touch the colour of the clothes on my body morphed into a slightly tighter light weight fabric in a reddish shade that would remind someone of the setting sun oddly enough.

The colour floated in the air above Felixe and formed multiple patterns. There were some symbols that showed off different energy conversions, ranging from holy to demonic.

Patterns cleanly entered Felixe's body and started healing him. It took five minutes until I realised that I had hit my limit. Felixe wasn't aware that I was going to stop, but seemed to lift himself happily when I did. The results of me healing him slightly could be seen, by the healthy red black sheen on his now luscious and clean hair.

Settling my body slightly I got up swiftly trying to enter the bathroom in my dorm room. But a hand caught my wrist. There was a brief sound of what sounded like the beginnings of an annoying conversation, before I couldn't take it anymore and showed physical discomfort. But I still sought to hide it from Felixe's eyes.

"Your medical report must have been wrong. You can't change like that if you don't have a fully working screen-"

"mph, bleugh, ah", a chorus of unpleasant sounds left my mouth.

I was gasping in between throwing up blood caused by healing someone before I was fully healed. After that, all I could remember was falling down into what seemed to be a rancid pool of my own blood with the three or four remaining poisons in my body, but I also remembered a hand holding onto my waist before I could lie down in it, making it my bed for the night.

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