Cupid's Arrows

Eros was bored.
He sat alone a bar, sipping his whiskey and winking at random people. One man looked startled as he recieved a playful wink and scurried away fast. Eros chuckled and shook his head. He took another long sip and pondered what to do next.
He could shoot some people, mess with their lives, stir the pot and cook up some serious drama. He could go somewhere else and start an orgy. He could laugh evilly as one person, shot, chased after another who had no interest whatsoever.
But how long had it been since he'd had any real fun? The first thing that popped into his mind was the boy Nico Di Angelo, who had struggled under pressure.
Eros laughed at the memory. Demigods were always fun to play with. The idea hit him like an arrow in the back. He stood up abruptly and strode out into the crisp night air and ducked into an alley. He glanced around and when he was sure there was only but a homeless man around, he spread his magnificent white wings.
The homeless man gaped, showing his missing teeth and his kept rotting teeth. Eros gave the man a smirk before launching into the clouds, soaring above the glimmering city. It didn't take him long to reach Long Island.
He swooped down and landed softly just outside camp borders and flickered into invisibility. He crept into the camp and sat in the dining pavilion. He sat and watched the stars shift across the sky and time went all too quickly. Pink, red, orange and purple streaks reached across the sky like cracking ice. The light blue slowly spread and the sun was stretching into the sky.
Eros smiled. Time to put his plan to action.

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