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

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Cupid held her breath.

She waited.

Waited for the arrow to pierce her skin, cutting through her brain, taking her last breath away. She waited for the pain, or the numbness, to kick in. 

She waited to die.

But it didn't come.

Was she dreaming?

Slowly, she opened her eyes, looked down at herself. No blood.

What was that sound?

Cupid's ears were ringing.

Her eyes were dazed as she looked up. A woman, with silky raven hair, was walking towards her. She tried to back away, but her back was already glued to the wall. The woman lifted her hand, and Cupid closed her eyes, waiting for the impact. But the woman simply laid it on her head, letting out a gasp when she pulled away.

Cupid opened her eyes again, and she saw blood in the lady's delicate fingers. Her blood.

"What did you do to her, you sick bastard?!" she heard her shout. Cupid watched as she walked to Eros, as she slapped him across the face with her bloody hand, leaving her blood on his cheek. Eros chuckled sadistically.

"Psyche, my beloved, what brings you here?"

Psyche.

Cupid looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. She saw the golden bow and arrow, scattered on the ground. There were people, near it. Guards. They were about to pick it up when Eros gave them a challenging look.

"Touch that and you die," he threatened, a smile on his face.

They quickly backed away. Eros smirked, but Cupid saw that his fists were clenched tightly, to the point of shaking. Psyche stood in front of him, in all of her glory. Cupid forgot that she was absolutely gorgeous. But on her beautiful face, was a terrified expression.

"If I hadn't barged in and knocked the weapon out of your hand, your daughter would have been dead!" she glanced at Cupid for a short second, "What is wrong with you!?" she hit his chest with aggression. Eros brought his eyes to Cupid, she stared back at him, silent. He didn't answer. Psyche grabbed his collar, a disbelieved look on her face.

"Eros," she swallowed the lump in her throat, "Were you about to murder your own daughter?" her voice cracked.

Eros didn't react, his eyes still trained on Cupid.

"Stop looking at me," Cupid whispered, it came out as a rasp. A corner of his lips pulled up. Cupid's jaw ticked, a tear rolled down her cheek, she wiped it away. Her heart felt like it was burning. She felt betrayed, heartbroken.

Because even though he just tried to kill her, even though all that he'd done was bring her pain, and even though she wished that she could kill him, she still loved him.

She was still his daughter.

She was still a Cupid.

And she can never change that part of herself, no matter what.

She still loved him, even after all that he had done.

And she hated herself for it.

The tears kept falling, and Cupid let it fall this time. Her lips trembled, eyelashes wet. She bit down on her lip, piercing the skin. Eros stared into her, his eyes soft. Cupid wanted so badly to believe that he felt sad for her, that he pitied her even. But Cupid could see through him, and she sees no love in his heart for her.

Psyche shook him. "Look at me Eros!" he finally turned his head, looking into the eyes of his wife. His smile was back on. "My love-" Psyche leaned her face closer, looking at him with disgust. "Don't call me that," she warned, "I saw the recording."