Son of Eros

Chapter 1 The Abandoned God

High on a mountain peak, a man sat under an ancient elder tree in deep meditation. His eyes were shut and an onlooker would think he was no longer alive. The man’s body was powerfully built, dressed in ancient armor and mail, exuding power and domination. Vines entwined around him and flowers grew out of his armor, making the spectacle extremely bizarre.

It was a bright but cool morning, and nature was in perfect harmony. Insects raked, birds sang, and animals joined the chorus. Nobody would expect what universe-altering event was about to happen.

The man was old indeed, but only of age. He had lived for centuries and yet had the physical constitution of a forty-year-old man in his prime. His aura was thick and divine like a god. He was, in simple terms, an immortal. 

The tiny planet, Erode, was his sanctuary and prison. It was a quarter the size of the Earth’s moon. One could drive around the planet’s circumference in a day. It had a modest blue sea and two new-fold mountain ranges. Plants, insects, and smaller animals were plentiful. However, there were no intelligent beings in sight.

Crack!

A rift appeared in the sky. Out of it, a figure emerged in an explosion of brilliance. A visitor? That was a highly irregular phenomenon. Nobody else had arrived in Erode in the past five hundred years. 

The figure floated down from the skies, approaching the man. “Open your eyes, fallen god!” it commanded in a silky, feminine voice.

The man’s eyes fluttered open. 

A gorgeous woman hovered high above him. She was tall and dressed provocatively in leather. In her hand was an ancient, pitch-black staff. It was embossed and engraved with elaborate divine symbols.

The woman descended mid-air as if there were invisible steps. Small puffs of wind appeared under her shoes as she stepped down. 

Her voluptuous breasts bobbed as she moved, threatening to pop out of the cups. Her leather skirt ribbons fluttered in the air, revealing smooth, toned thighs and hips. 

The woman finally landed on the ground, and a flush of flowers sprouted around her feet. A black nightingale flew from a tree and sat on her right shoulder. Roosters cawed from all around the mountain. 

Rabbits approached and bounced around her. They hopped over each other, building a low, furry chair. The beauty sat on it gracefully, crossing one leg over another.

The entire scene would make an ordinary spectator get an erection; such were the feminine wiles of the divine woman. 

However, the man before her was far from ordinary. He was Eros, the god of love, sex, lust, and perversion. “Who are you, may I ask, sweet goddess?” he posed with grace. 

His voice was music to the woman’s ears, and she secretly longed to hear more. She smirked seductively. 

“I think you already know who I am, Great Sage. But let me introduce myself. I am Karina, the new incarnation of Eros. I have come here to kill you and take my rightful place as the Goddess of Love.”

The man sighed as if he was disappointed by the answer. “Do you know me well, Karina? Or is this a reckless adventure?”

“I know who you are, Great Sage,” the beauty scoffed. “You are the cardinal Eros. However, I have realized other things. Your power drove you mad, and you seduced and bedded millions of women in creation. The assembly of gods arrested your rampage and banished you for all the heinous acts.”

The man interlocked his fingers in contemplation. “If you know how strong I am, what gave you the courage to challenge me this far?”