Taste Of My End

Eros glared at the chunks of flesh that fell from the sky, wiping the blood from his face. But it just kept falling. Everyone else cheered as the battle ripped from building to building. For them this was the luckiest day of their lives, to see the heroes in action. The casualties don't matter as long as the heroes win in the end. Not for Eros, this display of power showed exactly how weak he truly was.
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Eros refused to accept his place in life. If the world was going to continuously give him bad hand after bad hand he would have to chage. Adapt. Now armed with a fragment of the Scarlet Tear and unexpected allies he believes he can uncover the secret to bringing his love back. Will he succeed and get his wish?