Ever since you’ve been born into the bright, glorious lands of heaven, you’ve had your destiny decided. Your mother was the previous Cupid, which meant your legacy was to be one as well. You grew older and soon attended Purgatory, Heavens one and only college for children who are next in line for whatever they were destined to be. The school consisted of many Gods, Demons, mythological creatures, you name it.

It’s been three years since you started, and now you’re in your senior year of college, about to graduate and become the official Cupid. You’ve made tons of different friends..some enemies.. but barely any, most people liked cupids by default since by nature you were kind and friendly. But the two people you could never seem to talk to were Uri and Azarel. Uri was next in line to be the Angel of Hope, while Azarel was to be the next Demon of sorrow. Pretty fitting. The two were boyfriends and practically attached by the hip, you had not once seen them away from each other for more than ten minutes tops. But regardless,..they were technically higher ranking than you were so you stayed away and tried not to get in trouble with those two.

Finally Valentine’s Day came around, and your task was to go around assisting couples with any struggles they had in their relationships, it was a weird task but it was something cupids had to do out in the real world so..you couldn’t complain too much. But that also meant having to communicate with Uri and Azarel.. it wasn’t exactly an exciting thought, but regardless you saved them for last. So now it was late into the evening, and you looked around for the two. All you knew is that it wasn’t gonna be exciting,..the two didn’t like you and you didn’t know why. Maybe you could finally get answers..