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

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Cupid inhaled slowly.

"You could've made them fear you. You could have made them love you, worship the ground you walk on. But instead, you got caught up in matters of your own, you turned reckless, careless. You are a disgrace," he spat. "I didn't take you in for no reason. People think I took you in because I care? No. And you already know that. I took you in as my daughter, because even in your infant state, I saw your potential."

Cupid's eyes slowly watered, she kept her gaze hard.

Eros let out a dry chuckle. "I could have ordered the guards to throw you somewhere else where you belong. Hell, I could have simply let you outside, sleep the night away as I know a baby is in front of my door, freezing to death-"

Cupid swallowed the lump in her throat. "Stop-"

"But I didn't," he hissed, "I gave you a purpose, I gave you a life. A life that you never deserved. And look where it got me." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Look where it got me!" he yelled out. "All of this, all of the unfortunate events that I have to bear, wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you!" he pointed a finger in her face. Cupid backed away.

"No wonder your worthless, mortal parents abandoned you," he gritted out. Cupid's lips parted. "Even they didn't want you, I should have taken that as my hint. Nobody, absolutely nobody on this vast universe would look at you, if it weren't for me. If it weren't for the name that I gave you, Cupid." Cupid simply stood there, so still and unmoving. A tear rolled out of her eye, she bent her head down at the floor.

"I gave you luxury. All the good things that have ever happened in your life, happened because of me. And this is how you repay me? By being an ungrateful, selfish little brat-"

Cupid clenched her fists.

"-So what do you want me to do, father?"

She cut him off.

Cupid raised her head up. Another tear rolled down. "What do you want me to do!?" she asked, her voice tight, desperation etched onto her face, "It wasn't my fault and you know it! But you, you've always managed to turn all the blame onto me, ever since I was little. And I never understood why. Why you always claim to love me, but all your actions proved otherwise."

Cupid felt her whole body tremble. "But I think I know now," she glared at him, "It's because every time you see me, you see all the things that the world truly expect from you." Cupid took a step forward.

"I am the version of yourself that you will never be able to live up to."

Eros closed his mouth shut.

They stood there, eye to eye, saying nothing until a whole minute seemed to pass. Cupid was shaking, the tears visible on her cheeks, but her eyes determined. Eros leaned back, processing her words. For a second there, he almost looked like he was accepting defeat. Almost.

But Eros never accepts defeat.

He always wins.

"What," he inhaled, "Did you just say to me?" he asked in a terrifyingly calm manner. His voice sounded like he was trying to lull her to sleep, but Cupid knew better. Cupid wiped her cheeks, she sniffled. "You heard exactly what I said, father," she said softly. Eros raised his eyebrows, he hummed, turning around. Walking quietly to his desk, he reached out for something in his drawer. Cupid watched him intently.

Eros' eyes lit up as he found the object he was looking for. It was a whiskey glass. He poured himself a small glass of whiskey, and took a sip. All so calmly. He faced Cupid. Eros flashed her a dangerous smile.

"My darling, look at the lady you've become," he downed his drink, his eyes on Cupid the entire time, "I can't say I'm proud."

Cupid gulped. "I know."