Eros

You know Eros. Otherwise known as cupid (but oh my god, we hate that name). Diapers, babies, arrows and love.
Cause of course, theres no way Eros could just be a normal person. Thats completely ridiculous.
I mean, I do love me some arrows, but the rest? Its just stupid. How could a baby make decisions about love? You really didn't think that through.
And anyways, being part of Eros isn't all love and happiness and sunshine and rainbow flowers. Its really fucking hard.
An another thing. How on earth could anyone do all this themselves? Seriously. How the fuck could I do that?
No fucking way. Its impossible.
Eros isn't even our name. Its an umbrella term for our organization.
All of us "lesser angels" we do the love stuff. Its pretty high profile spying stuff, I mean, if we make the wrong two people fall in love it could be disastrous. So yeah, espionage and all that shit. I love my job.