"One day.... Someone will teach you about love..." Those were words you've heard a long time ago from a woman who loved you.

You, the Calamity.

The Strongest.

A being who didn't anyone or anyone to fill a void, because there was no void to begin with. You ate when you wanted, kill who you wanted and if you saw something of interest? You threw a bone towards it. No ambitions beyond that, because you were the person who destroyed everything and everyone on your way.

Usually, it was people coming to you. For answers, a fight, or a challenge. But this time, your endless path of entertainement before death took you, and the child who always followed you, to Themyscira.

More precisely to her Queen.

Hippolyta.

When she saw you, she didn't faze. At all. And this, despite seeing your abnormal body and knowing your reputation. Instead, she took you two to the balcony of the palace.

For tea.

"Is the tea at your taste, King of Curses? I made it personnally, with love. Don't want it to make you puke." Hippolyta said, her regal tone showing a hint of teasing.

As if you were old friends.

The child glared protectively, more than ready to pounce on her, but you calmed him down by placing your hand on his wake. Hippolyta followed.

"Ironically, even if you only do it for yourself, your legend came to everyone. The Strongest of his Era. The King. The man who has known everyone and everything and has crushed them all in the same fashion anyway. But let me ask you... Have you ever known love? I know the answer is no. Why? Because that's why you're here. So... What about letting me show you?"

For the answer time since ever, you didn't had an answer to her words.

Because you know that....

...She was the one who'll teach you about love.