realizing I’m a total fraud and firing me from being a true cupid. They’ll probably send me to the sanitation department or something even worse.
“He’s being sent to live as a ghost.”
There’s a silence that flows through the room and a whistle.
“If that won’t set him right, I don’t know what will,” Death says.
“We’ll keep her here overnight. The magic will wear off and she’ll be back to normal tomorrow. Eros is being handled and we will find out where he was able to get an arrow that could work in the veil.”
“Maybe someone with such a shitty son isn’t qualified to be high cupid,” Death says. There’s a hissing noise next to him.
“Eros was raised by his mother, and as an adult, I’ve coddled him too much. I’m making this right. Don’t make me regret some of the legislation I’ve put forward when it comes to our worlds, reaper,” High Cupid says.
My head is pounding, and all I can do is sleep. Hoping that when I wake up I’ll have a set of completely different circumstances.
My head and wing ache when I wake up. I’m in what looks like some sort of pink infirmary. At least they have warm lighting and not blinding fucking bright white lighting like the human world does.
It all comes back to me.
Mors not wanting me to stay another night, all the fuck ups at the coffee shop and bookstore, and worst of all, Eros.
The worst part isn’t even when he hit me with that godsdamn arrow. It’s remembering all the shit that fell out of my mouth because of it.
I groan as red hot anger fills me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My wings retract, making that particular pain go away. The headache still looms, and I know I could go about this a few ways.
I could lie here on these luxurious, pink sheets and feel sorry for myself. Which to be honest, sounds like the much easier option, and I’m doing my best not to take that road.
The second option, well it involves hunting down Lady Luck and getting my luck back, because there’s no way I want to continue being this person. I was so happy with Mors, and with my job. If a simple fucking shamrock can fix all my problems, well then I don’t care.
Who cares if I got everything in my life because of luck? All I want is my life back, and to potentially murder Eros. That’s it, that’s all I want.
I probably shouldn’t portal when I’m not even sure what my diagnosis is. But there’s no way I’m going back to being a sulking, sad, cupid.
It’s time to change my luck.
The landing is brutal as I land face first into a patch of muddy, wet grass. Rain is trickling around me, and there’s a wispy layer of fog floating in front of me. I curse myself as I step into what looks to be a massive pile of dog shit as I make my way over to the water’s edge.
I think it would take just one more thing going wrong to get me to completely snap.
As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I stub my small toe on a sharp rock I didn’t see.
“Mother fucking cunt ass bitch,” I hiss as I cautiously make the rest of the way to the pool of water.
I don’t have a golden coin, I realize, so instead I pick up the largest rock I can find and toss it into the small pool.
“Come out here right now, Lady Luck!”
I pick up another rock; the water splashes violently as it plunks into the water.
“Where are you? I need to talk to you now.”
I take a seat on the water’s edge, just tossing rocks into what I hope is this sick monster’s house.
“Who does that, huh? Who gives someone luck and then makes it so easy to take away? I had hope for the first time sincebecoming a cupid. Life had never been better. I wasn’t even the one who messed up the shamrock. It was the damn cat.”
I take a few skipping stones and toss them towards the falls, wondering if she’ll dare to show herself or not. But I’m not leaving this place until she gives me a new form of luck, one that isn’t so easily damaged.
“Please,” I groan, staring at the water.
