Thursday, December 31, 2009
Aphrodite sends a message
5:50 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Grim turned over in bed and saw butterfly wings. “Hey, Sonic, what’re you doing here?”
He next heard a creak of a bowstring being drawn. He focused and saw a young dark-haired man with a laurel crown, dressed in a red toga with a black-tipped arrow pointed right at his eye.
“You’re not Sonic.”
The arrow held steady. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Grim slowly sat up, and the arrow tracked him. “You're Cupid?”
“Do I look like a cupid to you?” he stormed.
“You all kind of look the same—“
The bowstring tightened, and he placed it against his cheek, taking aim. “I am Anteros, son of Aphrodite by Ares.” Grim must have looked confused, because he continued, “If you survive, look it up.”
“What did I do?”
“Where is your lover?”
Grim muttered, “Which one?”
“My point.” He aimed the arrow away from Grim’s head and to his chest. “Love is infinite? Of course it is. What did my mother tell you? You can’t lie to your lover, any of them. Not ‘lovers’, and not ‘all of them.’” He advanced. “You can have many lovers, Mik-ael, but one at a time.”
“But Stefan…”
“Loves you like an angel loves his charge. He’s devoted to you and your happiness. He’s full of God’s love for you, and no human can match that.” The bowstring slowly eased. “Of course you love him.”
“Shouldn’t I return it?”
“You’ve scorned it once. I should have shot you then.” He still held the bowstring loosely, and it was still aimed at Grim’s heart. “But, then, you didn’t decide to invoke the gods into your life until recently.”
“God invited himself in,” Grim said.
“They do that,” Anteros said, and suddenly let fly the arrow into Grim’s heart. Grim gasped and fell backwards against the bed.
He looked down at the gold arrow sticking out of his chest. He wasn’t bleeding. He tried to grasp it, but his hand went through it. “What the—“
Anteros slung the bow over his shoulder. “Make a decision. Until you do, you’ll love no others except them.” He turned his back to Grim. “When you do, give him the ring, and you can take out the arrow.”
“But what about—“
Anteros walked out the door, his wings brushing the doorframe. Grim went to the door to follow, but he was gone.
He looked down at the arrow again. He put his hand over the entry point, passing again through the arrow itself. He felt empty.
((RP notes: Only Grim and those attuned to divine vision can see the arrow))
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The alabaster, high vaulted doors slammed open. In the open door way stood Stefan and he looked around before proceeding. His body burned with the divine fire and his expression was like a storm cloud as he strode across the room.
Suddenly a dark-haired figure stood before him. The figure was dressed in a red toga, and wore a laurel wreath crown upon its head. The figure stood there with one hand held out. “Stop!” Anteros said firmly.
Stefan did not stop, but shifted his path to walk around Anteros. Anteros moved again to block Stefan’s path. “I said stop! You may not enter here! I forbid it…”
Anything else Anteros might have said ended when Stefan’s fist struck him in the face, knocking Anteros to the ground. Stefan looked down at Anteros, his eyes ablaze with his anger. “You do not order me to do anything, Bene Elohim. Remember your place in these hallowed halls. I am Seraphim and will speak to your mother.”
Cloth, finer than any silk, moved aside with a whisper as Aphrodite stepped into the room. “As Elohim, I of course welcome Seraphim here. “ She looked directly at Stefan. “So please come in, and we will talk. Your arrival was not unexpected, Stefan. Oh, and please could you refrain from further hurting my son who only acted on my orders?”
Stefan again glanced down at Anteros on the floor before crossing the room and entering Aphrodite’s private chambers. She spared her son a glance before letting the cloth fall back across the opening. She then turned to Stefan with her hands folded in front of her. “How may I help you, Stefan of the choir of Seraphim?”
“Aphrodite…” He voice held warning in it.
She held up her hands. “I am but Elohim… you are Seraphim and outrank me. Protocol must be followed and the question asked. Now as to why you are here. I sent Anteros to deliver a message, to let the man know that he was spurning the love of one who was giving it.”
“Then why does he have one of Anteros’ arrows sticking from his heart?”
“Anteros took some… liberty with my message. It was truly meant to help, not cause further schism among the lovers. Anteros has always felt that love should be more focused… I realize I should have sent Eros instead, but then he recently had a run in with the werecat.”
Stefan frowned. “So no… he must chose which love he will have?”
“A choice had to be made eventually… otherwise it would have truly ended badly for all. And while Anteros may have overstepped his bounds some, the events are in motion. He must chose for the arrow to leave his body. Unless you intend to pull it from him?”
“I would not rip out his heart for all time, and you know it.” Stefan’s eye were locked with Aphrodite’s. “Besides, he has already chosen. He told me after what was to be our last time together.”
Aphrodite smiled slightly. “Do not be so certain… the future is always in flux. So what do you intend to do, Seraphim?”
“Just what I said I would do. Support any decision he makes, and continue to give him my love in whatever form it may need to take.”