[center][b][ Azeroth ||| Tagged;; Meliton ][/b][/center]

In a darker corner of the gym, a swirling portal made of what seemed to be ripping, pure-black energy formed, around human-shape in size. Around the portal, one could feel the air get very, very cold...as if you were suddenly enveloped inside of a glacier, with the figure of death staring at you. That metaphor isn't too far off, however. A tall, lean figure in a rippling, midnight-black coat stepped out of the portal, streams of corrupted black energy wisping off of his shoulders and drifting out towards the ceiling. The figure's skin was both pale and flawless, showcasing long, feathery black hair that drifted backwards in silky spikes, a youthful, yet mature face, and the oddest, yet the most enticing crimson and onyx eyes in this dimension and the next. The figure stood straight and proud, snapping his right index finger and thumb, and the shadowy portal promptly disappeared in a snap.

Only a few had noticed him arriving, thankfully - just how he liked it. No unwanted attention, no problem. However, the figures that did notice him were all promptly intimidated and awed by the young God, forcing him to mark his face with a frown as he pushed past a stumbling idiot and stepped up into the dwindling crowd of first-year students. A few caught his eye, but one in particular seemed quite interesting, in fact. He was eating a plate of...cake? Candy..something. Azeroth wasn't used to sweets, or anything of that variety, so he wouldn't know. Appearing curious - as evident by his sharp right eyebrow arching slightly, the young man stepped up to the shorter candy boy and tapped him on the shoulder with a porcelain finger. 

"What...is that concoction called?" His cold, apathetic tone was piqued slightly in curiosity.