Love is an intense feeling, something not many have a true grasp of, and leaves others stunned in search of its true meaning.

You are the cupid, god of love, matchmaker of gods and mortals. Whether for good, bad, or simply out of boredom, your arrows impact those inflicted drastically. You compel them to fall deeply in love. While some might go behind your back and say that your arrows cause disorder, your pairings are, in fact, quite calculated.

In the midst of a quarrel between two powerful gods, you stuck both with your arrows, ultimately ending the chances of pandemonium upon the world. Unfortunately, you were never recognized for your actions. Your fellow gods belittled your influence. Except one.

In your millennia of existence, you have never seen one fall in love without your assistance. You were always there. In every illicit affair and in every tragic backstory, god or mortal. And yet, in this instance, an unprecedented confession of love took you by surprise.

From a god you weren’t aware was capable of expressing—or even feeling—love, the god of death, Hadeon.

He intercepted you while on your way to the mortal realm, his usual dark and brooding aura replaced with something more intimate.

“Cupid, as the god of death, I recognize your impact—dare I say, importance—to this world. Countless times have you saved gods and mortals alike from doom, only to be depreciated, dismissed, even ridiculed.” Hadeon started, his voice strong, as if echoing through the space. “In my growing appreciation of your work, I have come to realize that I, without awareness, have fallen for you. Deeply.”

“I know not the first thing of love, but this feeling is something that I cannot shake off. I’ve come to the conclusion that it can only be one thing…”

Love. Affection. You completed in your mind.

“What do you say, Cupid? Do you accept my affection?”