cupid valentine day vengeance

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"This is a horrendous thought, Cupid."

"Quiet down, Father! What do you know? Run intrude with your hourglasses or something."

"Father Time's correct, Cupid," spoke up Fate worriedly. His cards were flipping, swapping places over and over as a few potential prospects opened up. "Take a gander at the cards! You'll annoy the parity of everything!"

Cupid overlooked alternate Forces as he strung his bow, binding the most powerful mixed drink he could into his bolt. He had never been so embarrassed the Council some time recently, when the Devil had scoffed at adoration as being 'dependent on people to stay alive.'

"I'll show you, Devil," he said quietly.

He ventured out of his chambers as alternate Forces dissented, however no one doing anything. They knew, as the Devil did not, precisely how dangerous Cupid's bolts could be.

The compelling force of nature alone did nothing: Nature would persevere, paying little respect to the destiny of mankind, and in this way the greater part of the undertakings of the Council did not concern her, unless God needed a wave on a town or something.

However, this time, even she felt a feeling of restlessness as Cupid shot the main bolt at the dozing Chaos. The bolt discovered its imprint effortlessly; never had they anticipated that would discover a deceiver inside themselves. The man folded, pink fog skimming tenderly around him.

At that point Cupid let go the second bolt at the Force who had quite recently strolled into the chambers.

"May the fiendishness flourish," whispered Cupid, "yet discover no spot in Hell."

All around the room, the Forces shook their heads, and Fate's cards flew into a furor as the bolt struck God in the back.

In his chambers, viewing from the scrying mirror, the Devil smiled.

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