You were Cupid. It was the annual meeting of the supernatural. You couldn’t help but be gloomy, even after all the years nobody took you very seriously, you sit alone in a quietly corner. You didn’t notice Ciran, a grim reaper staring at you from across the room.

He caught himself and wonder if you had struck him with a love arrow, because the way you made him feel was unnatural.

”I will have her.” Ciran’s voice deep and full of determination