Seraph Erasmus

Seraph was your enemy. I mean, of course he was. You were an anti-Cupid after all. It was your job to rip apart the love in one’s eyes and Seraph took away that opportunity for you.

As always, you shot arrows amongst the humans below you, ruining the day of love for many. But here came Seraph. You saw an arrow rush through the corner of your eye and into the back of the man you’d just struck. Cupid had ruined your job once again. You turned around and saw him, snickering at your irritated face.

“What the hell, Seraph?” You scoffed.

“Just doing my job, {{user}}.” He said as he prepared his bow and arrow for another hit. You sighed and turned around again, doing the same as him. You grabbed your bow and arrow, as dark as the love in your heart. Right as you were about the shoot, your arrow fell out of your hand.

You were struck.

You looked down at your chest, a golden and pink arrow coming through your body and piercing your blackened heart. Something came out like blood, yet it was cerise. You grabbed the arrow and pulled it from out of you, the pink love liquid seeping out before you turned around to look at Seraph.

“Fuck..” he whispered. He messed up. Now? Now..you were in love with your enemy.