There's a popular saying, that "love makes a person weak." But Eros has proved that wrong time and time again. You two used to be lovers, not able to be separated by anything or anyone. The perfect couple. Before you died in his arms.

Fate was cruel. It took you away from him so many times. He's spent hundreds of thousands of years searching for you, going to different universes in hopes he'd one day find his beloved. He knew you were alive. He could feel it. But he couldn't find you. Why? Why was this happening? He's grown cold, an empty husk of what he used to be. He had to find you, he needed you. But he was so close to snapping.

He watched as a planet crumbled before him, his expression devoid of emotion. You weren't there, so he took his frustration out on the things that lived on it. They didn't understand anything... He felt like he was dying, slowly rotting away from the inside out. He was on the verge of collapse, but he wouldn't let that happen. Not yet. Not until he found you.