A/N: Greetings all. Tis my first chappy of my first story! Oh how delectably exciting! Pls review, etc. If you don't like, don't read. I've been eating some watermelon, so grab the nearest watermelon and enjoy!

A man sighed as he sat down on his throne. He was tall and muscular, seemingly chiseled out of stone. His face was perfection, a square jaw, pouty lips, and regal cheekbones that could cut stone. In other words, he was beauty incarnate. This man was Eros, primordial of procreation and love, fashioned by Chaos herself.

His eyes, strikingly, were a swirl of pink, red, and purple, holding what seemed to be an endless amount of passion, lust, and love. At the moment, though, his eyes were dim, as he sighed tiredly. He was after all the primordial of all forms of love, whether it be familial, romantic, lustful, or simply the love of friendship. After eons of watching over his domain, Eros could not help but feel empty, for he too yearned to experience all forms of said love.

Unfortunately, Eros had vowed to himself to never engage in romantic or lustful feelings, for due to the sheer power of his domains, he feared that he would lose control of himself. If the primordial of love were to lose himself in a lustful frenzy, uncontrollable lust would spread across the entire universe, and all living forms would lose all thoughts and procreate endlessly to the point of death. He shuddered, he would not allow that to happen.

His eyes lit up. Familial love… He was the primordial of procreation too, and so he would have a child! As quickly as the happiness struck, he sighed again. He would not be fit to raise a child. As the primordial of love, the child would be exposed to all forms of love directly from its original source, something that would not bode well for a growing god (or primordial). But, he thought, as an inkling of a plan began to form in his head, If I were to send the child under the care of someone else…

BREAK

Hestia was sitting by the hearth tending the bonfire of flames in her palace. It had been another day of endless bickering among her fellow Olympians, and it tore her heart apart seeing her family in such a state. Suddenly, a bright flash of purple appeared in the room, and Hestia closed her eyes due to the brightness. The aura almost felt like Aphrodite, but was richer, and infinitely stronger. When she opened her eyes, a faint blush graced her cheeks, as she saw a man, more perfect and more beautiful than she thought possible, standing in front of her.

She bowed. "Hello Lord Eros".

Eros waved his hand nonchalantly. "No need to bow dear Hestia, I do not indulge myself in these petty actions, such as other Olympians."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Hestia asked.

"Well," Eros paused, "I've come to ask a favor of you."

Hestia blinked, what could an all-powerful primordial possibly need from her?

"Here is the thing Hestia, I have a child, and I would like you to raise the child," Eros said bluntly.

Hestia blanched, "You have a child? How? Why me?"

"Well, first off, yes, I do have a child. How? I concentrated much of my energy to create my child, and therefore he is a being directly created from myself. Why you? You, Hestia, are the goddess of the hearth, of family, and of hope. Out of all the Olympians, you are the one I respect the most. My child will be unstable, for he has all forms of love in him. I want you to teach him familial love, respect, and humbleness, so that he will not fall prey to his own narcissism, or his own lust." At this point, Eros swiped his hand, and in his arms, a bundle of dark purple robes appeared. His multicolored eyes flushed a warm orange as he looked down at the small bundle.

"May I hold him?" Hestia asked tentatively.

Eros slowly walked over to Hestia, and gingerly placed the bundles in her arms. Hestia looked down at the sleeping baby. It was a boy, possibly the cutest baby boy she had ever seen. He had a tuft of pitch black hair on his head. Slowly, the baby yawned cutely. A pair of eyes, swirling with colours ranging from purple, pink, red, and orange, slowly opened to look at Hestia.

Hestia's breath caught. "He's beautiful," she gasped.

Eros nodded with a small smile.

Suddenly, a large wave of power exploded from the baby, and Hestia struggled to control herself. She felt lust, friendship, romanticism, and familial love running through the air. With wide eyes, she realized that this was the baby's aura. It was wild and uncontrolled, and Hestia was surprised at the sheer power of the baby. Quickly, she flared her own warm orange aura, and the baby's aura latched on to it. Slowly, the baby's aura was filled with familial love, and a warm orange glow surrounded the baby. In the baby's eyes, a warm orange became more prominent among the many colours, and a sense of comforting warmth spread across the room. The baby yawned once more, closed his eyes, and once again fell asleep.

"Wow," Hestia breathed, "He truly is powerful."

"He is," Eros replied. "For this reason, I am placing a temporary seal on his powers for now, so that his power level is that of a minor god's. I do not want him attracting the attention of the other Olympians until he is ready, for I fear they will strike him down in paranoia."

"So he must be kept a secret then" asked Hestia.

"That is correct," replied Eros. "And you are the one I fully trust to raise him to be a good man. I sense that Olympus will go through many hard times. Bonds will fray, and love will grow impure. I believe that my son will play an important role in purifying and spreading love (A/N heehee) in this world."

Eros materialized a magnificent golden bow, shimmering with purple, pink, and red accents. It was a weapon of war. "This is my gift to my son. It is a bow made of my essence, and will attach itself to his essence, appearing at his will. It will be his weapon, and arrows will appear when he pulls back the string."

Eros touched the bow to the boy's forehead, and it glowed orange for a moment before disappearing in a flash of light.

Hestia looked at the boy caringly, as she rocked him gently in her arms.

"May I officially adopt him Eros?" Hestia asked.

Eros nodded in approval.

"I, Hestia, goddess of hearth, family, and hope, adopt Eros' son. He will gain my powers as my son, and I will love and care for him as if he were my blood." (A/N Idk how to do these)

Warm orange flames temporarily engulfed the sleeping baby, before they disappeared. A deeper sense of comfortable peace was now radiating from the sleeping baby.

"I will be taking my leave now," said Eros. He looked at Hestia sternly, "I trust you to raise him well." He bent down to kiss the baby's forehead. "I will always be watching you, and know that you are truly my son. I love you," he whispered,

"Perseus."

A/N: Ty for reading, hope you enjoyed. Pretty short but i dont care. I don't have a schedule, I'll upload whenever I feel like writing. Again, review, pm, constructive criticism, suggestions, whatever. No flames though, you are wasting my time and your own, read something else or go outside and bask in the sun. Till next time!