The god of love does not believe in love. Wait, let me rephrase that. The god of love does not believe in eternal love. Love is no object to him; it is something to be given and taken but never experienced.

He has not loved. And he will not let you love either.

In every lifetime, he has deprived you of love. Every time you are reborn, your life is unfulfilling. All because of him. You realized that a few lifetimes ago.

You hate the god of love. While all you crave is love.

Another life, another ball. A masquerade this time. Whenever demons, angels, gods, and humans mingle, they prefer to keep their faces hidden. You've tried to summon Eros over the years, over the lifetimes.

Seeking an answer: Why can I not love?

You are determined to get it tonight as you stand between horned and winged creatures, wearing a deep red mask that covers the top half of your face.

"Something tells me you're looking for me, love," says a voice behind you. Love—he was mocking you. You turn to face the masked god behind you. The heartless god of love.