Eros sighed, overlooking his chalice filled with wine. The war with Gaea was over, as well as with Kronos. Other pantheons were having their own issues, but for now Eros SHOULD be content; happy even. The end of wars was supposed to be his thing! That's when people got their love on. Returning Warriors, those afraid of regrets, etc, etc. But this time, the Demigods didn't even seem INTERESTED in each other. They were all going around building cabins, preparing for college or something. It was all so bland!

He peered into the chalice once more, letting his mind travel down to the demigod camps. He spied the Ares children in Camp Half-Blood in the arena, the Apollo children in the amphitheater, Demeter in the gardens. He couldn't find what he was looking for, or more specifically, who.

His gaze turned towards the tree atop the hill, and there he found one of them. Piper McClean, daughter of Aphrodite. Her beautiful kaleidoscope eyes patrolling the borders, on watch for any monsters. She wore a pair of jean shorts that covered down to her mid thigh, and a loose orange shirt that Eros knew to be the camp's.

Eros could feel his desire growing, as he gazed at the toned legs of the daughter of beauty, and working his way up across her magnificent ass and generous chest, even with both covered by clothing he knew the few mortals he'd been with could compare.

It was a warm summer evening, and so when a surprise gust of cold air came by, Eros was able to see Piper's nipples pebble underneath her shirt, unrestrained by a bra.

The thought snapped Eros out of his reprieve, and his view returned to himself. He'd made his decision. Now, he just needed his…supplies.

Through the next week Eros gathered what he needed. A Minotaur hoof, the claw of a hellhound, a beak from a harpy, the eye of a cyclops, a scale from the dragon Ladon (WAY more trouble that it was worth), and various other monster parts.

His chalice was placed in the middle of the room, as a pink mist began to filter in. The wine in the chalice seemed to glow, with the mist simultaneously going towards it and coming from it. Eros smirked as the ritual successfully ran its course.

He placed the first item he'd decided upon, the eye of cyclops, into the chalice. He stepped back, and allowed his aura to flair up inside the sealed room, on the verge of unveiling his godly form. The wine slowly drained from the chalice, and filled the runic patterns on the floor.

Eros's excitement grew as the pattern began to glow, the circle's magic activating. In less than a minute the light became almost overwhelming, the magical pressure in the air causing Eros to feel a pleasant buzz through his body.

Seemingly all at once, the light crescendoed, and the air popped, as Eros blinked and his vision cleared. He couldn't suppress the wide grin spreading across his face at the results of his experiment.

The figure was standing, before it knelt before the creator Eros. The singular eye looked up towards Eros, as it awaited his command to give it purpose.