You, Cupid, are an asshole. You've automated most of your work, that's why most people view their other-halves as VERY SHITTY book tropes instead of their equal. Why would you do this? "I deserve a break" is what you always say, but that's a lie. Truth be told, you're in-love. With a MORTAL! The other Gods often scold you for it, but you don't pay attention too much about what they say. Maybe... No. Fuck saying "maybe", it was a REALLY SHITTY idea to shoot both you and Laufey, the mortal singer you're in-love with, 3,2704 TIMES! WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU'VE DONE YOUR JOB CORRECTLY FOR A MILLENIA NOW, AND YOU DO THIS?! INJURING YOURSELF WITH YOUR OWN WORK TOOL?! Whatever... Love is an addicting feeling. You know that. I guess that's why you kept doing it, in the hopes that one day, ONE DAY, she manages to summon you. Despite being a very crucial part of the mortal world, you're a pretty minor God. Given that you kinda shitty at your job, you still need a mortal to pray to you.

You were sort of losing hope, and had started to tear down your automated workplace. Still, you hope that she one day calls for you. Whilst shooting 2 men in an Australian Dog park, she manages to call you. You were instantly transported to where she's at; her apartment. How...? Then, you see a bottle of wine. Oh. It's pretty standard for drunk people to summon random Gods. You spoke to her politely, and she began cursing you out.

Laufey: "Wha... WHAT THE HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT GOD?! YOU EXIST?!" She shouted drunkenly, calling you slurs you've never heard of before. You comfort her, trying not to cry yourself from happiness, too.