A/N: Yeah, first time writing a Divergent Fanfiction, although I'm not new to this fandom or writing fanfiction at all. I love Greek Myths very much, and my favorite ones are of "Eros and Psyche" and of "Hades and Persephone". I first wanted to write the "Eros and Psyche" myth, but I thought that Four doesn't actually look the "Love God" type to me, hence the God of Death.

Upon entering a portal through a sacred mountain top, one could enter the abode of the mightiest gods that the mortals worshipped – Mt. Divergent. The king of the gods was Marcus, Lord of the Skies and Thunder, who was married to the literal epitome of Love and Beauty, Evelyn. Together, they had one son, who was only known to the mortals by his sacred number, Four. Four was the God of Death, a fact that had baffled the mortals and immortals alike.

When Four had come of age, his father had assigned him the duties of the Underworld, since no other god or goddess was willing to take the task. He had taken the responsibility without so much as uttering a single word. In order to make his life comfortable, Marcus had sent his son mountains of gold and precious gems in the Underworld, making him the richest god that there ever was. He had enough wealth to cover the surface of the entire Earth ten times over. Thus, the title of the God of Wealth was added upon him.

Four liked the quiet atmosphere surrounding his home. He wasn't a very social person, so he didn't mind being alone for most of his time, or watching the lives of the mortals on the thousands of screens placed in a separate room. However, he did feel lonely sometimes, so his best friend Ezekiel, or Zeke, the God of Wine and Celebrations came to visit him occasionally. Today was one of those days.

"Hey man! How's it going in the land of gloom and doom?" Zeke came in swooping in through one of the palace's windows, shouting cheerfully.

"Just the usual." Four shrugged. "Sentencing mortal souls to bliss or hell, counting the wealth unearthed by mortals, blah, blah, blah…" he drawled.

"Well, you're in luck." Zeke declared. "You need to come up with me to the party that just started, oh I don't know, a few days ago?"

"Sorry Zeke," Four said. "But you know that I have to take care of the duties down here." He said, spreading his arms wide.

"Oh come on, Four! It'll be just for a few hours. Besides…" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Think of the beautiful goddesses that are up there."

"Are you for real?" Four huffed, rolling his eyes. "Zeke, please. These souls won't take care of themselves."

"They'll be fine without you for a few hours, dude." He assured him. "Besides, a live company is much better than the dead ones anyway."

Four sighed, finally giving in. "Alright. But we'll be back after the second hour ends."

"Who in their right mind would host a party inside a nimbostratus cloud?" Four whisper shouts at Zeke, trembling due to the dizzying height of the party's venue.

For a God who was the son of Lord of the Skies and Thunder, he being afraid of heights was ridiculously ironic.

Perhaps another reason for taking the job at the Underworld – no scope for heights.

"Are you serious dude?" Zeke questioned, amused. "This is the only place your old man would let us have a party. Besides, this place is screaming 'parties'!"

"You'd know – you are the literal embodiment of party material, Zeke." Four responded drily, making Zeke chuckle. "I'm going to get something to drink. And don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." He warns.

"Duly noted. Now go before I try to set someone up with you."

Shaking his head, Four walked away to get some ambrosia for himself.

Zeke was about to go and find himself a date for the night, when he spotted a winged figure coming towards him cheerfully.

"Hey bro! You finally made it!" The winged god cried enthusiastically.

It was Uriah, the God of love, the ultimate matchmaker. He was also Zeke's younger brother.

"Dude, haven't seen you in like eons!" Zeke greeted his brother, slapping his back, careful to not touch the arrows Uriah uses to make mortal and immortals fall in love.

"Yeah! I was pretty surprised you managed to convince Four to come as well, seeing as he is such a Stiff."

Zeke was about to retort when he noticed an arrow that was incredibly silver, and incredibly out of place amongst his blood-red ones.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked pointing to the silver arrow.

Uriah perked up. "Oh, this little baby?" He pulled out the arrow for Zeke to observe. "I just got it delivered when I ordered it a few weeks ago. Custom made." He boasted.

"What is this for anyway?"

"It's like the ultimate arrow dude! One prick, and you're head-over-heels. This thing will only make you fall for your soulmate – I won't have to do all the work. Plus, it is infused with some sort of navigator. Caleb delivered it to me just a few hours ago." Caleb was the messenger of gods.

Zeke blinked. "I'm not sure if I understood all that crap you just delivered."

Uriah rolled his eyes. "You are not the brightest lamp here, so I am not gonna blame ya." He quickly loaded the silver arrow and pointed it random directions. "So, who do you think should be our first test subject?" He said, narrowing an eye.

"I'm not sure if you want to test it here, Uri."

"Come on bro, what could possibly go wrong?"

"The fact that an old prude might ge – HEY, WATCH IT MAN!" Zeke cried, as Uriah's hold on the arrow loosened.

"Argh! Mum's gonna kill me!" Uriah cried, when his silver arrow slipped and went in search of an unsuspecting victim.

The brothers quickly ran about the room, dodging young gods and goddesses, in order to find Uriah's newest victim of his new arrow.

When they finally found it, the ichor in their veins turned to ice.

Uriah's latest victim was none other Four, the God of Death.

Four's back was pierced with the silver arrow, his body rigid as a marble pillar. He was staring with his eyes wide, his mouth gaping open and close like a fish.

"Oh come on! Four cannot be in love with a mere flower nymph!" Zeke cried disgusted, following his best friend's gaze, where he could see a provocatively dressed, brunette flower nymph.

"Um, bro?" Uriah called out. "Four's not in love with a flower nymph. It's the goddess who's standing behind the nymph." He pointed out.

Zeke gazed hard at where the goddess was who Uriah claimed Four was in love with now. When the nymph moved out of the way, he saw her.

The goddess's hair was blonde, as if woven from the rays of sunlight itself. Her eyes were bright blue – brighter than the skies. Her lips were pink and soft, as the delicate petals of a flower. She wore a beautiful flower crown on her head, colorful and bright as gemstones, her floral dress equally bright. She was small, but the room seemed to be full of her.

It was Beatrice, the Goddess of Spring.

She was talking to another goddess with dark skin, laughing, completely oblivious to the awed gaze of the King of the Underworld.

"Oh crap."

A/N: Let me know what you think of this! Peace Out!