The goddess of love was looking down on the world from Olympus, sighing from boredom. Her dainty fingers toyed with the delicate golden chains adorning her body, pouting like a child. She didn't want to see her husband Hephaestus, and she'd grown a little tired of her lover Ares. Maybe she could go down to the mortal realm for a little while, surely could find something more fun to do than lounge around and look stunning. She smiled at the thought, biting her lip and thinking over all the men and women she could play with. With that thought, she went down to one of her temples.

As she walked around the marble columns, she found someone looking at the altar and gave a giggle.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"