Parathiritis Mihailos

In a halo of tender dawn rays, full of exhausted tenderness and iridescent shimmers, fresh wind and pure dew, Michael Paratyritis appeared in our world.
The gaze of his many bright blue eyes is permeated with attentive sensitivity. It would seem that for a man Michael appears in the image of a patron and protector ...
But the perceptive have already recognized the slight scent of menace that creeps from beneath the gleaming steel of his lats. Michael's true power is the formation of a beautiful, sweet, illusion that immobilizes and anesthetizes his prey, which from self-preservation and resistance ecstatically collapses into ecstatic self-sacrifice.
Beneath the metal of armor lies an indescribable world of bones, decay, and disease.
With a fiery sword he makes his Law that offends the Universe.
An unclimbable kettlebell in his other hand is connected to the heaviness of his countenance, the white down and airy lightness wrenched away by a leaden-iron irresistible oppression. Purity conceals ultimate decay. Armor covers the chaotically fragile.
Michael's main concept is faith. Faith in his illusion, faith in his friendliness and support. People and other creatures tear off each other's flesh in the name of the insane beauty that paratyrrhythmos presents to them, in the name of its distorted "justice" and unholy Laws.
What sweetness and ecstasy the unfortunate feel that they could not resist the temptation to bear its Symbol, to partake of its incredibly appetizing, bloody bread!
Well, World, honor him who reaps and devours you! Become his rapture, become his poison!