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

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Cupid sat anxiously.

The atmosphere was tense.

Cupid looked down her lap, fiddling with her fingers. Her legs bounced up and down as the voices around her seemed to blur into one. She couldn't do it, no, she couldn't bear looking up. Because looking upwards meant looking into the eyes of the man who has haunted her for so long.

Too long.

She kept convincing herself that it was okay. That this would be the end of things. She just needed to do her task. To talk.

But damn, was it hard.

"...Ms. Cupid?"

Cupid's head snapped upwards, and they were forced to meet her father's. Her body tensed, fingers gripping against each other, knuckles turning white. She seemed to be frozen as Eros calmly looked back at her, his arms crossed, lids dark and heavy. Cupid gulped.

Someone cleared her throat.

Cupid tore her eyes away from Eros, looking around and finding all attention directed at her now. She turned her head to the left and found Zeus, looking down at her in slight concern. "Ms. Cupid, are you all right?" he asked with the booming voice that echoed all around the great hall.

All the gods looked at her with curiosity.

Cupid felt all eyes on her and her world started to spin. She took a deep breath, letting a shaky one out. She bit her cheek and looked up, nodding quickly.

"I-I'm fine."

Zeus nodded reluctantly, seeing the state that she was in, "Alright, let's continue this trial," he looked around at all the gods who were present, "We have heard the defendant of Eros, the god of love, where he is suspected of a capital offense. Now, let's hear from the victim herself, adopted daughter of Eros, Chariclo Arganthone Cupid," he announced.

Cupid took shallow breaths, trying to calm herself down. She could practically feel Eros sneering down at her, looking down at her state.

"Ms. Cupid," he began, "Can you tell us the chronology, of the event brought up at hand?"

Cupid began standing up slowly, to which her body swayed slightly, but she quickly recomposed herself. Some looked at her with concern.

"I- I just" she chuckled breathlessly, "I'm sorry, uh," Cupid put her palms firmly on the table, steadying herself. She convinced herself to hold it in and present her best self for this trial. Just this once. Just one more time, and it will be over soon. 

"I was just, at home," the end of her sentence coming out shakier than she would have wanted."He called me to his office," she inhaled sharply, "And he- he told me of how he was disappointed in me and-" Cupid looked at the table and bit down on her lip. She pushed down the lump in her throat. She could feel his eyes on her. She had to continue. She couldn't let him win, feeling shame upon her shoulders as she felt so weak and pathetic. Cupid forced down all the thoughts circling through her head, the sharp feeling tearing her heart open, and she continued.

"He pulled out a blade and I ran."

The crowd gasped.

They couldn't believe Eros would do that to his own daughter. The god who had always claimed to love his child more than anything, the god who had spent years, proving his affection for the public to see.

Decades and millenniums of Eros building up his perfect image, was thrown to the trash, just like that, only to be worthless and torn down by a few sentences from his own daughter.

"It was a game of cat and mouse," she spoke, "I was terrified. I kept running, until I fell down the stairs. There was nothing I could do at that moment but to accept my fate." Her eyes met Eros again, he looked unamused. "I was going to die at the hands of the god of love," she spat out, "And my own father." She wanted to chuckle at the irony.