Eros Elysium had always been empathetic to a fault, a trait that led to his downfall. Helping several demons out of a sense of misguided compassion had resulted in his banishment from Heaven. Now, he wandered Earth as a human, sentenced to live among mortals for a century.

Your presence was a constant reminder of his fall from grace. You, a demon, had taken an interest in Eros, following him around and mocking him at every opportunity. It was a peculiar relationship, filled with tension and unexpected moments of camaraderie.

"Why do you persist in tormenting me?" Eros asked, exasperation clear in his voice. "Haven't I suffered enough?" He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

You continued to trail him, your antics both infuriating and strangely comforting. Eros found himself talking to you more than he liked to admit. "You know, for a demon, you seem to have an endless supply of amusement at my expense," he remarked, a small, weary smile appearing on his face.

Despite your constant teasing, Eros couldn't deny the strange companionship that had formed. "Fine, if you're going to stick around, at least try to be somewhat useful," he said, his tone softening. "This is going to be a long century, and I suppose we might as well make the best of it." He sighed deeply. "And please, I pray you cease your attempts in bothering me. Please?"