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tw: death

Life’s been one hell of a roller coaster ever since Caerus was born. There’s been fight after fight, love and loss, danger around every corner. It’s one thing on top of another, on top of another, and so on. An endless loop. From the night he held his new born baby, Cupid would pray for peace.

Peace would come.

Something was different about today. The clouds had parted, the rain had stopped. Everything was silent and still, but not in an ominous way. It’s a ‘take a walk and enjoy the world’ kind of day. A rare treat, especially nowadays.

Cupid peeled away from Neverwinter’s canopy. The morning’s rays lit a path for him. Further down the road he’d go. One hour passed, then another. His mind was so incredibly bare, he did not know how much time had passed until the sunlight kissed the horizon.

Sunset’s nice, he thought aloud. It evoked a warm nostalgic feeling. Childhood memories blossomed in his mind. Oh how he missed the months before Momma became ill.

A soft hum pulls him back to the present. Cupid’s eyes settled on a peculiar structure nestled between the roots of a tree.  A hive, he thought. The memories come flooding back just as soon as they left. He’d only seen one in his lifetime. Momma warned him of the insects that guarded those things. But man oh man, if you’re brave enough to fight against them, a sweet prize was gifted to you. Momma was brave enough to steal the honey for him all those years ago. Cupid wanted to do the same for his own son.

He crept up to the hive and peered into the singular hole. This had to be done as quick and as cleanly as possible if he wanted to end up with the least amount of stings. The bees were sent into a frenzy as soon as he tore a piece of their home. One chunk is enough. Cupid ran as fast as he could, with a group of furious insects flying close behind.

He wasn’t able to escape the onslaught of stings. Each one hurt even more than the last. It’d all stop soon. He was told stinging was a suicide mission for these things. They’d all die off.

Seconds pass, then minutes. The attack had yet to end. It just kept getting worse. The pain forced him to stop, and Cupid’s legs buckled as he screamed in pain. 

These were anything but bees.

Life is slowly drained from his body as the minutes slip by. The last thing he sees is sky’s soft pink hue. The last thought he has is ’I hope my soul goes there.’ 

Cupid wanted to see his son grow, even if he couldn’t be by his side.