Eros absent-mindedly began to sing a lovely song with no vowels.
~Neqqaaaa, xohoxgyquqo lazzo Anti-loveuuu!
Lyfy ho mey zy fezu za ladybite oluqu lejuqo lojooo~
The words came out adorably horrifying, laced with both a thousand years of tortured despair, and that sweet chipper feeling one got whenever Eros fetched your slippers.
It was... Abyssal? Mostly? Probally?
~Bazzoooo, gaexuly fa yja underpart gaba,
POONY BOOT zolyfawgy zufeqquyqo za zuuuu!
Iefu a lovely uhoa qa zofybo za stab lone,
bozboz meuqu love you laqa xgyqquyje stink flavor!~
Suddenly, the group felt a sudden surge of innate power at their fingertips. It was probally best not to question if that scraggily thing's bizzare warbling had anything to do with it or not.