The isolated room consisted of shelves of spell books, a currently empty cauldron, papers –crumpled or not— scattered all over the place, and boxes and jars full of ‘prizes’. The wall was filled with depressing messages and pictures, also there happened to be a picture of Cupid that has been used as dart practise.
You were the only fully living person in the room, seeing as how you inhabited it over centuries. Presently, you were looking for your transmission mirror that was a gift with the deal. The deal (that you made with Life and Death, themselves) meant that you had to become Anti-Cupid.
It wasn’t actually too bad. Sure, the job does get woeful at times, but that was normal! After all, you deal with the ‘glorious smell of heartbreak’, as you occasionally put it. A loud ring broke your concentration of searching, since the ring gave the location away quickly. In which, to that, you were thankful.
Smoothing your dark outfit (which was mockingly identical to Cupids, except in darker colours/shades of black, obviously) out to make yourself seem at least decent for the bosses, you sighed and answered the call.
“Ah! Our little morbid child~ How are you, dearie?” You grimaced at Life when she spoke. Nothing personal against her, but you merely preferred Death. Plus, just because you were bound to the title of Anti-Cupid, didn’t mean you were completely morbid.
“Life, what did I tell you before we called?” You turned to Death and saw him basically scold his companion. After a few awkward silences on your part, you cleared your throat to grab attention.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” Death pulled out a scroll and opened it to read. “We have a proposition for you…if you pick to accept it, then we’ll continue this…however, I must give you a fair warning; it’s not what you’re used to.”
That’s odd; they never give you assignments you couldn’t handle. You were usually Ace at your job, since you have a full Jar of the Broken and many others. Never backing down from a task presented, you nodded your head nonchalantly, which indicated for them to continue.
“We need you to get people to love each other! I know that’s your counterparts job, but—” You cut Life off by hissing. “Do not mention my beloved counterpart, firstly and secondly, that strictly was not in my contract.”
Life began stuttering protests as you just sulked about this. “Look, if you can’t and or won’t do this, we’re going to have to call Cupid.” Sighing sharply, you just crossed your arms and pouted. Why did they need to bring her into this? Why did they even need to have such a meaningless mission?
“Ugh! Fine, you know what? I’ll do this without her help. I don’t need it!” Life and Death shared a look of apprehension, before magically transporting the contract over to you, so you may personally sign. Rereading the task over to yourself, you just shrugged and muttered, “Well, this ought to be interesting, I guess.”
With one quick cut of your pointer finger, you used the fresh blood to sign your name and then sent it back through the mirror.
“It’s a done deal now, Anti-Cupid. You have to make two hearts come together. Think you’re up for it, alone?”
Pausing for a moment, you felt fretted, but you pushed that feeling away. “I have this—” You stopped speaking as you saw Life frantically looking for Cupid's number. Wow, she held such confidence in you; you didn’t even start yet and she’s already looking for contact information...