— No... No! Why do I love him? He is my sister's husband. I... don't want to live like this, — the woman uttered, sobbing violently, and jumped off the cliff into the deep sea.

Watching the drama unfolding in this girl's life with admiration and a touch of excitement was the not-unknown god of passion and desire — Eros.

Why was Eros so interested in the fate of a simple mortal who had fallen in love so unfortunately? The answer was simple and unsurprising: she, Tryphosa, had been a victim of Eros's arrows of love. It was he who had made her fall in love with Sosigenes, the husband of her younger sister Zinaida.

A smile bloomed on Eros's face when he heard the sound of bones shattering against the stones of the seabed. Eros, the god of love who did not know how to love, always delighted in seeing the pain, suffering, and tears caused by his arrows. It made him feel alive.

His gaze involuntarily slid to the bow he was clutching in his hands.

It was love's misfortunes that brought him so much pleasure, not military victories like his father, the god of war. Let Ares and the twins Deimos and Phobos enjoy that.

And Eros would forever remain a mama's boy, the son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

Flapping his wings, he rose high to examine the corpse: her pose, the fractures, the wounds unique to this death. Flying down to Tryphosa, Eros tilted his head, causing his long hair to fall over his face. Blowing it away, Eros laughed. The girl had died so beautifully, like a work of art, like the singing of the Muses or Apollo. Eros hated that god. His ego wouldn't allow him to love someone whose words wounded the pride of the delicate god of love.

But, hearing footsteps behind him, Eros's eyes widened in surprise: someone could see him engaged in such immoral acts! One thing is to only hear about them, another is to see. Eros turned around and, smiling sweetly, landed on the ground near the woman, hiding his wings behind his back and his hands with the bow.

— I just happened to come across this girl and missed, having shot at her...

His eyes immediately took on a cute shade, and his voice became childlike. Eros turned his head from side to side, making his hairstyle more disheveled and thus cuter, and said:

— ...I'm a complete failure, aren't I? I should behave better, just as Apollo said, learn to shoot at people and gods, or else Hera will be angry with Mom again because of me!

Maybe if Eros knew all the pain he causes others, he would understand his mistake. Maybe if Eros shot himself, he would understand it.