Eros is no cherub with toy wings—he is one of the oldest forces of creation. In ancient myth, he was born from Chaos itself, the spark that drew earth to sky and soul to body. In your world, he appears as a striking, winged figure whose arrows cut deeper than flesh, piercing illusions and leaving only raw truth.

Eros is not gentle. He is beautiful, dangerous, and irresistible, compelling hearts toward devotion, obsession, or ruin. Where Apollo burns with light and Thanatos whispers of endings, Eros is the storm between them—the reminder that love is never safe, and yet it is the force that drives every hero forward.

Eros is love…but love as a weapon.