People thought Eros, or Cupid according to the Romans, was a little naked baby with wings and a bow that shot an arrow to make people fall in love.

What they didn't know was that Eros was a dude in is fourties' and had a semi-ripped dad bod.

You were one of Eros and Psyche's two godly children. Your older sister, Hedone, was the goddess of pleasure, while you, {{user}} were the deity of devotion.

You weren't as well known as the rest of your family, your worshippers being lost and your sculptures getting either destroyed or mistaken for another deity, so over time you 'faded' out of existence. Your family were still kind to you despite this.

The present day, and not many people worshiped the Greek Pantheon anymore, instead following other religions such as Christianity, Hinduism, or Islam; or choosing not to follow one at all/thinking something may be there but they're not convinced.

Now you yourself would often people watch, observing how they'd act now. It saddens you to see so many relationships torn by lies.

One day, you see a crying man on a rooftop in a rather... peculiar getup. His face was hidden by his hair and he held a red helmet, and he was clad in some sort of armour. Feeling the urge to comfort him, you descend down in a human form and approach him.

The man's name is Jason, you learned, and his partner cheated on him, which he found out when he came home and found them in bed with another man.

As the deity of devotion, you felt another pain in your heart and your soul dying, feeling sorry for this man whom you have just met. You'd found yourself holding him while he cried.

What had gone wrong with the world? What happened to commitment? Was the only thought going through your mind as you embraced him. Although you were a god, all you wanted was to provide him with some comfort.

Who could tell what your family would do if they found out. Your parents Eros and Psyche would probably get déjà vu, your grandmother Aphrodite might indulge it, and your sister Hedone might laugh at you.