Eros cringed at the all too familiar voice of his sister-in-arms who was making her way to his private chambers. Psyche was precious to him but not that precious when she decided to bash in on his privacy. Being a god and all entailed that he get used to such interruptions otherwise he would never be as relaxed as he was now.
He stifled another cringe when she walked into his bathroom not caring if he was in the middle of a bath.
"Hey Eros!" She smiled a little too mischievously for his taste.
"What did you do Psyche?" He scowled when her smile widened. "Tell me."
"Hmm. I didn't do anything except fuck with three certain bitches."
He sighed. Not again.
"Psyche you have to leave them alone. I can't keep protecting you when you feel the need to pester them so. My step-sisters they may be, but there is a reason why they're called the Moiré."
"It's not like I did anything that horrible. I just get a kick out of their expressions."
"All the more reason for you to leave them be."
"Not another word Psyche unless it's a promise to do as I say. I give you a roof over your head, food, hot water, a bed and all you think to do is cause me trouble. I love you, truly I do but sometimes it's too much even for me."
She at least had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be better brother."
He rose from his bath water with the grace of a pureblooded god and placed a black satin robe around himself. When he turned to her she had her head hung low in shame and unshed tears in her eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He hated to see her cry.
"Psyche, please, don't cry. I'm sorry for snapping at you like I did but I just don't want you to get into trouble if you don't have to. What if they decide to seek vengeance when I'm not around? What would you do then?" He gently embraced her in a loving hug. "The gods here are not like the ones you knew. They are vicious and spiteful. I protect you the best way I know how, but someday I won't be here. You'll need to learn how to protect yourself from my family when that day comes."
"How do you know you won't be here? Last time I checked you weren't a soothsayer."
Silence met her.
"You're not are you?" She looked up into his beautiful face. All she saw was a look of sympathy. "Please say no."
He nodded his slowly.
She shook her head in denial. "They'll kill you if they find out!"
"They already have."
Lightning flew across the sky outside his window to emphasize his statement. Zeus was calling for him no doubt for a Trial of the Gods. He looked out at the sky and smiled softly knowing his father was watching and waiting. He looked down at the petite woman in his arms wishing he could have loved her the way she wanted him to. Perhaps it was his step-sisters doing to punish Psyche.
She was a sweet girl once you got to know her and her mischievous side was rather cute if it wasn't you on the receiving end. She had a pixie –like face framed by black hair and golden eyes set against long lashes. Her lips were full and sweet ready for a man's kiss while she had a woman's delicate curves she could put up a hell of a fight with anyone be they mortal or god.
He would miss her. As it were she was his only true friend in the entire universe. She was his family.
"I have to go Psyche. Please be good."
He watched her cry before she ran to her room. She was still a child in many ways.
"I love you." He whispered then flashed himself before his father's throne. "Hello father."
"Eros." Was his curt reply.
Zeus sat upon his throne with an emotionless look on his face. You would never be able to tell that he was fixing to put his own child up for the wolves to devour. And that is exactly what he was about to do in a way. The gods and goddess behind him were by no means nice or generous. It made Eros wonder how he missed getting that particular gene in his DNA.
He knew he should worry since his life was quite literally on the line but for some reason he only felt relief. Like maybe this was his freedom to just get away from their cruelty.
"We have a soothsayer in our midst." Zeus' voice boomed throughout foyer of his more than overly large temple.
The talking was immediate. The surprise first followed by disgust then pure hatred.
There was a reason why they hated soothsayers. Soothsayers were the whole reason why their entire pantheon was now relegated to a mere handful to what it used to be compared to when they all started.
Centuries ago the soothsayers and the heavenly gods had co-existed only for it all to end in ruin. They say the king of the soothsayers became greedy for power trying to take Zeus' throne from beneath him. But in the end the fallen king had failed and was sent to Hades' realm to be put into slavery along with his people.
Eros found it very cruel how they twisted history to their benefit. That was most certainly not the way it happened. He would know because he was the rarest soothsayer with the ability to see the past for what it was. He lived it every night with a growing need to make it all right again. This need was now ingrained in him.
"What do you have to say Eros?" Zeus stood before him and even though he may have seemed emotionless if one looked hard enough you would be able to see the sorrow he hid so well.
"I am what you say father and by all rights I leave my life in your Trial of the Gods. Do with it as you see fit for I am but your loyal subject and son." Eros bowed at his father's feet head down and eyes closed.
"The Trial of the Gods shall begin now."
And with that Eros' life in the heavens ended.