As usual, I don't own anyone, thought a Kyprioth sounds good to me right about now…

Kyprioth had returned to his home, feeling slightly less depressed than before. At least now he had his weapons… Now he needed a strategy. He wasn't one of those fools who jumped headlong into something and got stuck halfway.

Ok, now for his plan, he was going to erase everyone's memory, get rid of Nawat and fess up to Aly. Now that was the hard part… How would her confess of his love to her? Ah! He could go to his sister Aphrodite, the goddess of love and ask her what pleased a woman.

After a while, he found himself in her home. Pink. All of it. Yuck. How on earth could she like pink? Turning around, he found her waiting expectantly behind her back. "Yes? How may I help you?" she spoke with a clearly accentuated manner. It hinted no mischief, but he knew better.

Blushing, he said, "You owe me a favour don't you?" and Aphrodite's golden face turned black.

"Yes, what about it?"

"Well I need help."

"I'm not helping rebel Mithros!" she said sounding panicked.

Kyprioth grinned relaxed. "No. Not that help. I need help, romantically."

Aphrodite's face returned to it's normal colour. Than her eyes filled with mischief. "Ah, who is the misfortunate goddess?"

Kyprioth didn't bat an eyebrow. "That's the problem. She isn't a mortal."

Aphrodite looked shocked. She managed to stutter out, "M-m-m-ortal?"

"mm-hm." Kyprioth nodded smoothly.

She had paled. "No. That's not possible." She said and stood up walking into one of her rooms. Kyprioth followed. She had walked into a room which Aly would have loved. It was full of books, all sorts of books, about everything on the face of the earth.

"Why not? I love her!" Kyprioth demanded.

"Ohmygod! I have bad news for you, wait, for you, that would be a good thing, Oh crap!" Aphrodite stumbled over her words.

"Oh just spit it out Aphrie."

"Ok than, the god who falls in love with a mortal and coincidentally has a grudge on Mithros is gonna have a good time. Here. This si the full prophecy." She held out a thick book which was open to page 12119.

God and mortal

Both powerful

Go further

With love

Defeating grudge on one side

Fulfilling dreams on the other

A pair more powerful than others

(A/N: Ok, seriously, that sucked. But well, I tried…)

"Does this fit you or the mortal?" Aphrodite asked.

Kyprioth had gone white. "It fits us both."

"OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!" Aphrodite began freaking out.

Both of them knew that prophecies always came true, but they meant weird stuff at times… Very weird stuff.