Chapter 4: Revelations and Forces Beyond

Place: Heaven

The Supreme God sat in quiet contemplation as Loviator stood before Him, an expression of disbelief etched on his face.

“Erased memory is recovering,” the God said with certainty.

Loviator frowned. “What? How?”

The God’s gaze turned distant, as if peering into the threads of time. “I made a mistake back then. Now, I must rectify it.”

Loviator’s eyes widened. “God... made a mistake?”

“Even gods err,” the Supreme God replied calmly.

“What mistake could You have made?” Loviator pressed.

The God raised His hand, silencing him. “Do not interrupt me.”

“My apologies, God,” Loviator said, bowing his head.

The God began His tale. “When I created the earth, I seeded it with species that evolved into human beings. They grew in knowledge but failed in understanding the natural balance. New births continued, but the reasons behind life and death eluded them.

“To guide them, I introduced love. But instead of embracing it, they twisted it into hate. Humans, in their selfishness, created divisions—races, identities, and hierarchies.

“Then I created Adam and sent him to Earth. But Saturn, ever the manipulator, influenced Adam to seek power, leading him to kill many and assert dominance. When Saturn rose against Me with Adam as his pawn, I cleansed the earth.

“As punishment, Adam was condemned to reincarnate as a human every 100 years. He would experience the full spectrum of human pain but would never sire children. This cycle was to teach him humility.

“But one day, I erred. While drinking, I whimsically wished Adam could bear a child. Adam conceived a child and, in doing so, disrupted the cycle. He died prematurely, breaking the balance, and was cast into hell.

“That child, born of my mistake, was Cupid.

Loviator turned toward God, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “But why must Cupid face this torment every 100 years?” he asked, his voice heavy with concern.

God’s gaze remained steady, his tone calm but resolute. “Because he is Adam's son. As the offspring of humanity's first failure, Cupid must bear the weight of that legacy. He must experience the anguish, the suffering, and the complexity of love in all its forms to truly embody his purpose.”

Loviator’s brows furrowed. “So, you're telling me that every cycle, Cupid kills Nethra's parents? How does Adam experience pain through Cupid's suffering?”

God's expression darkened slightly. “You misunderstand. Cupid doesn't kill her parents by his own will. Adam’s lingering influence—his corrupted essence—compels Cupid to act. It’s not entirely his doing, but Adam’s mark remains. Through Cupid’s torment and confusion, Adam’s punishment persists.”

Loviator tilted his head thoughtfully. “And how many cycles has this repeated? Have Cupid and Nethra faced each other in every one?”

God allowed himself a faint smile, though it carried an air of sadness. “Cupid has fulfilled his role as the devil’s paramour dutifully, keeping balance between love and chaos. Until now, the cycles have kept them apart. But this is the moment they finally meet—a convergence of fate that has been centuries in the making.”

Loviator let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. “I can’t pretend to understand your plans. They always seem... tangled, layered.”

God chuckled softly, a rare hint of amusement breaking through his usual stoicism. “That’s because you see only the pieces, not the whole tapestry. This is why I instructed you to give them the flowers. It wasn’t just a test; it was a step toward fulfilling the larger plan.”

A glimmer of realization flickered in Loviator’s eyes. “So, that’s what it was all about... I think I understand now.”

God’s gaze turned forward, his expression inscrutable. “Good. Now, all we can do is wait and watch as destiny unfolds.”

“And Nethra?” Loviator pressed. “Does she truly love Cupid?”

The God’s eyes glimmered with divine wisdom. “Wait and watch destiny unfold.”

Loviator bowed low. “Thank You for Your guidance, my God.”

He returned to his abode, weary from the revelations, and fell into a restless sleep.

Place: New York

In the quiet of her home, Nethra held a photograph of her parents, tears streaking down her face. The ache of their absence never faded, a wound Cupid’s unexpected visit had torn open further.

Suddenly, Cupid materialized in her living room. His gaze fell on the photograph in her trembling hands, and a flash of memory surged through his mind.

Images of a blood-stained room, two lifeless bodies, and his own hands clenched in anger overwhelmed him. Cupid staggered, clutching his head, and collapsed to the floor.

The Next Morning

Cupid woke to find himself lying on Nethra’s couch. The apartment was empty, save for a note on the coffee table:

Hello, God of Love. I didn’t leave the keys because apparently, you don’t need them. These days, even gods seem to be falling ill.

Cupid smirked bitterly, crumpling the note in his hand.

Place: Maven

Cupid arrived at Whiro’s dwelling, his expression tense.

“Cupid?” Whiro said, surprised. “What brings you to Maven?”

Cupid’s frustration bubbled over. “Why are you messing with my health?”

“Me?” Whiro’s face betrayed genuine confusion. “Seriously?”

“I collapsed on Earth and lost consciousness,” Cupid explained.

“You should consult Loviator,” Whiro suggested.

“I trust you, Whiro,” Cupid said cautiously.

Whiro raised his hands defensively. “I wouldn’t dare tamper with you.”

“Let’s hope we don’t need to meet again,” Cupid muttered.

“Wait,” Whiro said. “I’ll come with you.”

Cupid frowned. “Why?”

“As the god of health, I need to understand what’s happening,” Whiro replied.

“Fine,” Cupid relented.

Place: Loviator’s Sanctum

Loviator greeted the pair with a raised brow. “What brings you here?”

Cupid wasted no time. “I lost consciousness. And lately, I’ve been seeing... things.”

Loviator’s expression darkened. “Whiro, why are you here?”

Whiro explained his reasoning.

“Very well,” Loviator said. Turning to Cupid, he continued, “You should remain at Raven.”

“I’m on vacation,” Cupid retorted. “You know that.”

“Your plans have changed. You’ve meddled with Nethra, and now destiny has other ideas.”

“What’s so special about her?” Cupid asked, exasperated.

Loviator shrugged. “Who knows?”

“You’re telling me you don’t know the reason?”

“I don’t,” Loviator admitted.

“Fine,” Cupid said resolutely. “I’ll find out myself.”

As Cupid left, Loviator turned to Whiro. “Do not speak of this to anyone.”

“Is something wrong with Cupid?” Whiro asked.

“Only the Supreme God knows,” Loviator replied.

Place: Earth

Cupid found Nethra at her office and caused a scene until she reluctantly dragged him to a nearby park.

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“Answers,” Cupid replied simply.

“About what?”

“Why are you like this?”

Nethra crossed her arms. “That’s none of your business.”

Cupid reached out and touched her arm, his divine senses reeling as he felt an unfamiliar energy surge between them.

“Nethra,” he murmured, “did you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

Cupid looked at her, bewildered. “Some kind of force.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, her tone guarded.

Cupid’s confusion deepened. “I’ve never felt anything like this before...”