Prime (Book 1 of the Godling Trilogy)

16- I Hate Chores

Confession time: I'm shallow. Like really really shallow. I've grown up telling me 'Don't judge a book by its cover' but like the terrible some-what human being that I am, I do. Appearances aren't everything to me, I'm not that bad, but they do have a monumental influence on whether or not I give the thing or person my attention. To be fair, I'm easily impressed when it comes to appearances, being pretty average myself, so you don't have to be a supermodel for me to notice you. However, if you are supermodel material you have an instant ticket to my heart. That's not such a great thing, because I'll probably spend most of my time staring and drooling.

Anyways, my point is: pretty people can pretty much get whatever they want from me. That happened to be the case in this situation.

Standing behind me was a god. I was sure of it, because I knew there was no way a mortal or even a Godling could be so flawless.

Bash was probably the most attractive part mortal I'd ever seen, but he still had dark shadows, puffy scars, and slightly crooked teeth.

This guy had no faults. None.

He had beautiful porcelain skin, with freckles strategically placed where you'd want them. No blemishes, no scars, it was like he hair been airbrushed. He smiled down at me with dazzling white teeth. I half expected them so glimmer with a literal star like they do in classic cartoons. He had perfectly styled black hair and wore an outfit that mixed hipster with business man. His eyes were amazing too; a light blue-green that sparkled with a mixture of humor, kindness and mischievousness. But there was something not right about them they pupil's weren't the rich black they were supposed to be, they looked glazed, almost filmed over. It was a look I recognized from my old dog Makkie's eyes and there's was one thing that confirmed my suspicions. The young man held a cane.

He was blind.

Nevertheless, he seemed very aware of who he was facing because he spoke in voice like you hear on Lindor chocolate commercials, "Lea Reclin."

My knees felt weak and I almost fell over. This may have partially been due to my lack of energy from the bull fight, but still looking at him made my skin feel all tingly.

And because I'm really good with words, I said a long awkward, "Yoooooo."

He chuckled, "I am Eros, Son of Aphrodite, god of love and sexuality."

I gulped, "that makes a lot of sense."

Then I felt dumb and I wished I could take back my words.

He just laughed softly, as if flattered by my comment. He didn't look much older than me, despite the centuries of age difference.

"What do you want?" demanded Bash from behind me, bitterness evident in his tone.

"I'm afraid this is a private conversation, for the quest leader only," replied Eros, shooing Bash away mindlessly with his hand, "Go chase some ducks or something."

Bash grumbled something under his breath, but complied, angrily stuffing his hands in his pocket and walking away, kicking the Minotuar as he went.

Eros' gaze returned back to me.

"Uhhh. I don't mean to be rude but are you staring at me?" I asked.

He chuckled again, grinning at me, "Not intentionally. I'm afraid I can't see you at all."

"That's what I thought. How can a god be blind?" I asked, hoping I wasn't being intrusive.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying 'Love is blindness'?" he cooed, "Some people take it more literally than others."