FATE

Deceit

Picture of Hilaeria enclosed above.

"Oh, Fate, elation is an understatement! Regina and Jace are one of Cupid's most marvellous pairings so far! I am so happy!" Hilaeria gushed, kissing my cheek.

She had always been one to believe in love; how it is a power so invincible. Cupid was her right hand man, always there to draw a smile on her ethereally gorgeous face. He had always felt for her -the blind could have noticed his unspoken captivation- but nothing was ever voiced; it was not in his heart to even think of jeopardising what they had. Ever so emotional, that guy.

"Of course they are, Aeria, you contributed in their pairing." I teased, a ghost of a smile evident on my face.

She giggled, throwing her arms around my shoulders, "Love wins!"

"Goodness, Aeria, you sound like a human teen gushing over her highschool crush."

She laughed, joy radiating off of her as she skipped around the Cove's garden, humming the anthem of the entities. Hilaeria was an abundance of joy, and she spread that everywhere, tainting demons with kindness and vampires with amity. Anybody could fall for her; a siren's beauty with an angel's heart, no potions needed.

My eyes followed her graceful steps, attentively noting down her gleeful actions from dancing with butterflies to singing with the birds.

"Must you always be so lost in thought? Live a little, Fate, we still have eternity left!" She scolded, eyes gleaming with mischief, "Come on, let's play I spy!"

I grunted in response, but obliged nonetheless.

"I'll start!" She shrieked excitedly, "I spy with my little eye something that starts with.... Chaos?"

My head snapped towards the sound of clanking metal, and my eyebrows were immediately raised.

He was wearing Alessio's armour, fae-crafted to give its user maximum strength. I was trying to reinforce the last time the Coven had kept such valuable piece of art within its walls, but could not reminisce a single thing.

"That's because I stole it, dimwit." Chaos stated.

"Out of my head, Chaos. " I ordered, using my authoritative voice.

He snarled at me, teeth gritted.  He liked to lurk in people's minds, targeting their deepest fears, and embarking on embodying them. He was clad in darkness, for he was born within its seams, and was raised within its ethics.

"Chaos, why are you ever-so-rude! Please, stop doing this to people." Hilaeria pleaded, concern etched on her delicate features. She rubbed my shoulder soothingly.

"Pretty girls don't always get what they want, Hilaeria, so you must deal with it." He rolled his eyes, contemplating on messing with Hilaeria. I knew that look, I've seen it quite a couple times as centuries passed.

Pressing a firm hand onto his shoulders, making him wince, was the hint he needed to decide that it was better to step aside for then.

"Why are you here, Chaos? You never embarked on willingly joining our little visits to Hortus Mysteria. Spill." I demanded, skeptical of his behaviour.

"Was I ever driven by diabolical will?"

If looks were to kill, mine would have been lethal.