❝ Ερως ❞

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

                     In the name of eternal beauty, he sold his soul to a painting,

                                            Receiving a devil in return.

                  Having wandered the world through the centuries, he has returned home.

                                                                    Still searching. 

Sitting upon the top of a small brick wall, light giggles softly the goddess as she stared at herself in her mirror. Even she was enjoying the beautiful sight of her own visage, and although she could have stared at her reflection for hours, a sign caught the sight of the goddess. A large smile instantly curled upon her face in excitement. While she had lost her precious temples, the sight of someone naming their store after her was a gem that deserved to be blessed by her.

[` with his back to the door, he was so deep in his work that he had not even heard the small bell at the entrance go off to signal a customer entering the shop but the air that filled the room upon her entrance, made his hands pause. a tulip hovered in the air just over the arrangement waiting to placed in, the stem grasped lightly. It couldn’t be…but there was no mistaking it. Before he could even turn around to verify that it was in fact the goddess herself, his beloved mother, he was pulled into her bosom and her precious lips covered him in kisses. ]

[` he felt very much like the boy he was around her, his much larger frame bending over to accommodate for her shorter height. He was in heaven in her arms. With his cheek pressed to the lovely swell of her breasts that he loved to sleep upon when she allowed, his arms forgot all about the favored customer and hugged her tiny waist in a tight embrace. He didn’t even have to look up at her but he could not help it. He had to see her face. He had so many questions for her but he held them all in as his chocolate brown eyes shifted to look through the fringe of tawny locks, his hues filled with a boyish innocence that only she could bring out in him that in a more intimate moment would turn upon her with that of a lecher. ]

Mother! There is no excuse. Forgive me but I have thought of you a thousand times over each day I was not by your side.

[` the words spilled from him as if she might disappear at any moment. He wouldn’t allow it, his hug on her waist tightening as he felt his heart tug at the thought of being separated from her again. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to her sweet rosy lips, his parting to capture her plump bottom lip between his own and lingering for several seconds before he resumed his position. His obsession with her was always rather overzealous and he often toed the line and overstepped boundaries of mother and son but it was as if he could not stop himself. He worshipped her very existence in all its wondrous glory. ]

[` with his mind still on the tingling feeling of her lips upon his, he nuzzled his cheek softly against her breasts, eyes closing in his delight. He threw away the strict rule he kept of maintaining a work appearance for her. He would throw away anything for her. He would never make another mistake like Psykhe and betray his mother again. The guilt still hung heavy in his heart. ]

and thus began the cautious dance of immorality. 】

❝The intentions of lust are never pure.❞ 

【 Could her actions be deemed as vileness?

For naughty fingers descended down the elegant curve of milky neck, and ebony hues gleamed as they hid underneath full and dark lashes.

Down, down, down!

Lewd digits travelled ━ only halted once they met the valley of beautifully round breasts. A taunt. A tease. A malicious attempt to stir the foreign stranger into an uncontrollable whirlwind ━ how absolutely delightful it would be to meet the true face behind perfectly sculpted cheekbones!

So she placed her feet forward

in this tango.

First step. 】

❝As many would say about you ━ I’m sure. Ah, a name is but a name. But tell me, do you really want to know? Or ━ no.❞ 

【 & scarlet lips pulled into precious smile.】

[` The rash boldness of Ares would not allow him to back down and the sensual desire of Aphrodite propelled him forward to take his own first step in this dance, the immense power resting just beneath his façade filling the air between them of a physical strength matched by no other with temptation throwing forth its tendrils to tug at her. They slipped along her perfectly sculpted chin and neck to follow the path of those treacherous fingers just as his eyes did like a moth to a flame before completely engulfing both her curvy thighs and breasts that teased him so in such a lowcut shirt.]

[` Those mischievous invisible hands of pleasure that caressed her touched her in places his eyes only dared to take a short glance to before they pulled back all at once, his body standing to its full height as his chest broadened just slightly. The boyish smile had begun to dim behind the smirk that had begun to show the small hints of the man he really was. ]

You have me there. My mind is anything but pure at the moment and for that I’ll have to ask for forgiveness once more.

[` despite his words and actions, he still offered up a mostly innocent smile aside from the slight wandering of his eyes before they settled back on her face with a gentle chuckle that rumbled in his chest, a deep and rich sound. ] If I were to tell you, would you grant that request? [` tawny eyes came to a rest upon hers, the golden colored hues darkened just slightly with the very blatant desire. ]

"More like mother’s done with having me causing havoc in Olympus," Loud boisterous laughter followed his response but was cut short rather quickly by an added whisper which would soon have them bother snickering, "and she’s very much done having her lovers stolen." Of course that had not been why he’d come to earth at all. It was merely all a jest to hide the fact that he’d come down to enamour his ever hateful sister, Methe, who had also been denying him of her wine which was why he’d been shamefully forced to buy his own. Even if Eros was his beloved brother he still couldn’t take any chances in letting his mother know just how deeply he’d been taken in by his very own sister. Aphrodite would never allow him to live it down. 

[` as he spoke, his hands had clasped in front of his chest, a lovesick smile settling on his features. He was completely smitten with the very existence of their mother and he made no attempts at hiding it. Aphrodite had always enjoyed the attention he’d given her and though he used his good rapport to get himself and Priapos out of many a situation where they should have been scolded, he was always genuine with her. He always knew that neither son was favored between the two of them or the rest but it was simply the influence of Aphrodite herself inside of him that turned him to mush whenever her saw her. It was often to the point where others questioned whether he was truly the son of Ares as well. ]

[` at the others admission, the gods head shook slowly with a playful roll of his eyes, a smile settling on his lips. This was classic Priapos to him and a very valid reason indeed but even though he shared in the laughter with his best friend and brother, he could not ignore the slight inkling in the back of his head that there was something else as well. Mother had put up with Priapos’ antics for a long time, granted Eros had always been there to lessen the blow, but he did not suspect his promiscuity would be reason enough for her to send him to Earth if she did in fact send him away. He did not voice this concern though and resigned to asking about it in reply to the next letter he received. ]

The son of Dionysus being denied wine. This is a very harsh world indeed, brother.

[` at the mention of his own bottle, he reached for it and pulled it from the counter as he offered up his credit card. The same smitten smile that he wore with each conquest blossomed on his face as he turned to his brother. It was a look he wore often and one could tell on first glance that Eros was at it again. ]

And beneath the soles of her feet crushed yet another skull on the ruins of the battlefield, the ashes wisping away to be carried by a passing breeze and fall once again on the land stained with the blood and tears of the innumerable soldiers who fought until their very last breath as she sat perched to revel in the glory she’d created.

The land was at unrest, souls lingering as they left their hosts, fresh blood still soaking in to nourish the Earth beneath them. As a piece of the small strawberry flavored pocky broke off between her lush lips and fill her mouth with the sweet candy coated treat, large warm brown eyes grazed over the complete and utter carnage with an indifference that was almost inhumane. In fact, her mouth bore the undeniable traces of a smile as she hummed a most jolly tune, her tiny body swaying to the music she created as yet another severed head was bypassed. She was a parasite leeching her energy and sole purpose for existing from the very gruesome spectacle she invoked.

The oversized sweater she wore over her white jeans, a pale pink that matched the slight blush to her soft cheeks, blew in the breeze, unstained and unmarred by the battle. She did not fight. Oh no. She watched and she rejoiced, her incessant child-like laughter that rang from the highest peak on a neighboring untouched castle where she took her seat during the horrific event brought forth louder moans from the men as they were impaled by sharp blades driven through their chests. It brought forth more audible cracking of bones as men who’d simply tripped and fell during the confusion were trampled to their demise by the horses of their fellow soldiers. It brought forth a cloud of despair, rage, and sheer discord and chaos that hung over the entire battlefield from the moment it began and till now, the blood saturating the Earth pooling in puddles reminiscent of those created on a rainy day. All knew who she was.

                                                                 For she was Eris.

                               Goddess of chaos, strife, discord, contention and rivalry.

     And she lived to leech the battlefields of it’s despair and delight in the bloodshed.

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He’d heard the all too familiar husky voice from about four aisles down and his body immediately turned in its directions— there he was. His lips immediately curled into a disbelieving smile as he cocked his head to the side like his usually cocky self would do. His hands had slipped into his pockets and he gave the shaggy haired god a once over, laughing to himself as he did so. Ah, he really just couldn’t believe the sight before him.