The Second Time Cupid Fell - C.A Cupid × Alistair Wonderland

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Mount Olympus.

Home.

C.A Cupid stepped inside.

Eros simply walked away, and the servants began swarming around him and attending to him. He paid no mind to his daughter, who he hasn't seen in a few months. But this was expected. So Cupid simply walked up the stairs and entered her bedroom.

She opened the door.

Everything was still in the same exact place it had been before she left.

Cupid rolled her suitcase in and laid on the bed. She sighed. It's just a few days. Then she'd be out of here.

Home doesn't feel like home.

Home felt like a stranger.

She missed her newfound friends already.

Cupid rolled to the side. She saw dusty picture frames, sitting on her table. She stood up from the bed and walked towards her table. She picked one up and blew the dust away. The picture was her and her father. She was only a baby in that picture, her cheeks bright, her hair pink. Eros was sat beside her, his face stoic, and seemingly unhappy.

It struck her heart.

C.A Cupid is not Eros' flesh and blood.

She once asked him why she looked nothing like him, and he smirked.

"Simple," he said. "You're not my daughter."

Cupid once thought he was joking.

But he wasn't.

He sat her down and brushed her hair. Young Cupid stared at her and her father's reflection in the mirror, a frown on her face. She fiddled her fingers together, heart beating fast in a nervous state.

"What," she started, "Do you mean by that?"

Her eyes were still bright, with hope that her father was merely kidding.

He caressed her hair. "Oh poor little Chariclo, you truly know nothing. But it's time I tell you. The truth,"

His eyes moved to the mirror, staring right at her. "10 years ago, you were left at the front of my doorstep, abandoned. Unworthy,"

Cupid felt her world crumbling to the ground.

Eros smiled and tilted his head up slightly. "Whoever your real parents were, I know for sure that they didn't want you. I mean, look at you," he pointed at Cupid in the mirror as a chuckle dripped down his lips as if honey, "Who would want you?" he spoke softly, as if cruelty was not in his being, but of course, his true intention was to break her to pieces.

Cupid' lips parted. Tears gathered in her eyes. "What-"

"I didn't agree with your parents,"

Eros sighed, soft hands detangling her hair so gently. "In my eyes, everyone is worthy of love. Including a baby, that nobody wanted." He put down the brush, and laid his head on Cupid's. Their heads were aligned. "Look at you now. I gave you everything."

"I gave you the privilege of being my daughter. I gave you a life that everybody would envy."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She began to sob.

Eros wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"You're my daughter now," he whispered. "You owe me your whole life, remember that."

Cupid continued to cry. His smile widened slyly.

"I love you," he ended.

Cupid snapped out of the flashback.