Why We Cheat by Cat

While the sun sprinkled Angel dust on Mother Nature early in the morning, Cupid would travel to the depths of the wilderness to pick the most radiant Roses for his one and only love. He recently married Plexa, the Goddess of Confusion and Mystery. Now Cupid wondered, and many times asked her what her lordship did as a Goddess of Mystery, but she would often say it was confidential. And move on to speak of other things, and bring him pleasure.

                Cupid didn’t make much of it; he had fallen deeply in love. He would find her endless Bouquets of exotic flowers. Sing her marvelous hymns with the help of Angel choirs and mystical harps. Cupid would beg Mother Nature to grow gardens that could emulate how gorgeous she was to him. He composed volumes of Loves poems trying to decipher her mysticism and define her grace:

                                                “Upon a night of questions asked

My heart grew silent by her hand

Upon my own, she cannot see

All the notes, she strums in me”

Plexa would rejoice with his gifts, but there was something that he couldn’t explain about her. The gleams in her eyes seemed somewhat doubtful and shady. When she spoke, her voice sounded as if it had something to hide. Perhaps she didn’t trust him enough yet, or she had many things on her mind? It was puzzling. But time passed, and he attempted with great effort to impress Plexa, and get her to open up to him. Cupid gave his undivided attention to his love. He worked double shifts compensating for the loves he had not provided. He relentlessly tended to Plexa, who grew more confusing by the day.

                None of this mattered to Cupid; he stayed up nights thinking of the perfect way to show his love for Plexa, with a gift. One night, he dreamed of the two, lying in a hammock of Roses the color of Love. The very next day he proceeded to create his ultimate garden from his beautiful wife’s’ flower. Cupid begged Mother Nature to provide a spacious meadow for the two. Decorated by the Earths architecture, the Garden was enclosed in smooth stone and lovely stone hedges. He seduced Water to bless the garden with her rhythmic flow; then hired the most talented of artist to color in every Rose inside the Garden with their brilliant hues. It was Paradise, he spent many Moons and Suns making sure each bird he purchased was singing on note, and each piece of grass curled and sparkled with the help of Water.

                He spent so much time arranging her gift he lost notice of Plexas’ absence. She didn’t seem bothered by this at all. And her distance was rather off, though she’d say she was going off to work. The nights she’d return late her stories made no sense at all. But Cupid pushed it all aside, he told her to meet him where the Garden was located. The day came and Cupid waited for her, in his masterpiece. He was excited to see her eyes light up with joy when she laid them upon his Garden of Roses made especially for her.

                But hours went by and she did not appear. The Moon came to visit and console him, and still no sign of her. Soon the birds grew tired of singing, and Water hushed. The Sun returned and informed Cupid that he had seen Cupid’s wife heckling with several other Gods.

                Cupid exploded in angry tears. He cursed at the Garden, and at himself, as well as Plexa. Everything he had done for her, why was love so painful? He wanted to get back at her. So he consulted his brother Lusiden, the God of Lust. Lusiden advised him to give her a taste of her own medicine and gave Cupid his ‘Lustful’ arrows. So now every time a Rose withers from his Garden of Roses, he flies off in search of Plexa by targeting couples, and shoots an arrow of deception at whoever shows signs of Confusion. Hoping to get his revenge against Plexa by making her feel the same hurt he did, when she cheated on him.