Eros

(A/N):

I'm publishing more as penance for my laziness earlier.

This is more of a different approach towards this fic. Comment if I should do more like this.

Enjoy!

Eros's POV:

Eros had grown bitter over the years

He had grown to hate what he stood for. As time went on, more and more couples fell apart, grew to despise each other. Divorce, seperation, annulments, break-ups - they were growing more common than new relationships, marriage, anniversaries and true love.

Because true love couldn't possibly be this - cheating, depression, crying.

The gods themselves were a prime example. Zeus cheated every chance he could, Poseidon had stopped loving Amphritite centuries ago, and Aphrodite - who was supposed to be the symbol of love and faith - was the worst of them all. She cheated on every possible moment and Eros had grown to hate her for it.

As the incarnation of love itself, he knew that he was cruel. His counterpart, Death, was kinder than him. Love was so cruel sometimes that you would wish for something as sweet as Death to end the heart-tearing pain.

It wasn't his duty to tear couples apart - Hera and Aphrodite did that. He was only responsible for making people fall in love. Some couples made it towards their ends together and died together - but most of the time, they fell apart. It happened so often that Eros had almost stopped believing in what he stood for decades ago.

The only reason he hadn't given up completely was the latest generation of demigods. To be more specific - the daughter of wisdom and the son of the sea. Annabeth and Percy.

Eros had observed Annabeth ever since she had come to Camp Half-Blood. She used to like the traitor son of Hermes - Luke - but the reason he hadn't let his arrow fly was because he knew that she wasn't truly in love with him. When Percy came along, Eros was surprised - Annabeth hated him at first, then slowly warmed up to him. As they survived the Thrill Ride of Love, Eros made a decision and let his arrow fly.

Percy was a bit more difficult. The boy was so oblivious - too ignorant to notice the way Annabeth looked at him. So, he possesed the manticore and told him to carry her off.

Eros watched as the boy took ridiculous risks to save her. As Percy was visited by Aphrodite, he let another arrow fly.

As Percy refused immortality, his respect for a demigod had never been higher. He knew that living forever, having powers wasn't everything. The boy knew that accepting immortality meant losing everyone he loved. Eros respected that.

As he watched the two get closer, and finally get together, he realized that even without his arrows, Percy and Annabeth would have fallen for each other. They were one of the few couples he still counted on to make it. After all the couples he had seen, he finally had hope.

He would love to meet them in person.

(A/N):

I hoped you guys liked that. I enjoyed writing this.

As always, read and review.

Peace out,

Benedict :D