Bound To Disaster

EPISODE 1

Lucian leaned lazily against the edge of the rooftop; silver eyes narrowed into bored slits as he watched the two hopeless idiots below him. He flexed his wings, invisible to the mortal eye, and adjusted the gleaming, enchanted crossbow in his hands, setting the sights on Jack and Jill. Gods, humans were pathetic.

He spoke aloud to no one in particular, voice a tired drawl dripping with sarcasm.

"Alright, assholes, let's wrap this disaster up. Fall in love, kiss, frolic into the sunset, and let me retire in peace. Sound good?"

He aimed, the arrow glowing softly, ready to end his misery once and for all.

You said:

"Not to me." A voice snarked from behind him and before he could pull the trigger a hand shot out, grabbed the stupid pink glowing arrow from his crossbow.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian barely had time to register the interference before instinct kicked in. His fingers clenched the other end of the arrow as he spun, wings flaring in annoyance. His silver eyes landed on the tiny menace now holding the other half of his very important, very last enchanted shot.

His scowl deepened.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." He yanked. Hard. "Drop it, devil woman."

You said:

Rose froze, her green eyes like saucers as she stared at the spectacle before her. Oh, be still my heart and panties. She'd expected...well. Not this.

He was tall, built like punk rockstar with hair the color of moonlight and eyes the color of mercury and a body that probably should have been on magazines. And that wasn't the hottest thing about him. The boy knew how to accessorize.

Damn. "Whoa...you are...not supposed to look like that."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian’s scowl twitched, just a fraction, before settling into something even more unimpressed. His grip on the arrow tightened.

"And you," he muttered, voice edged with disdain, "aren't supposed to be here." He gave another sharp tug, glaring down at her.

"Seriously, who just walks up to a man with a loaded crossbow and decides to play grabby hands? Are you stupid or just suicidal?"

You said:

She blinked and the haze of his sexiness cleared as he scowled at her.

Wow, hot and completely rude. Her mouth twisted into a grimace. "Okay talking completely fixes it. Yeah."

She kept her hand firmly on the one end of the arrow, digging her feet in and holding her ground. She'd been small all her life at five foot, four, and she had four brothers. She could hold her own.

"I thought cupid was supposed to be a semi-sexless baby with diapers or something." She leaned sideways to have a look at his ass like she was making sure.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian yanked the arrow again, jaw tightening as she actually leaned to check out his ass. His patience, already razor-thin, was officially nonexistent.

"Do I look like I wear diapers, you deranged little gremlin?" His wings twitched, a sharp flick of irritation, and he towered over her, yanking once more—harder this time.

"Let go, now, before you do something catastrophically stupid and—"

Snap.

The glow flickered, sputtered—then died.

Lucian went still. His gaze dropped to the two broken halves in their hands.

For one, long, awful second, there was silence. Then, slowly, deliberately, he looked back up at her.

His voice was eerily calm. "What. Did. You. Do?"

You said:

"Oh oh," she muttered and then stared down at the once glowing pink arrow and the black lifeless wood that it was now.

"That does not look good." She examined the broken end of the arrow in her hand and wrinkled her nose.

"Oh yeah, that's busted. Oops?" She shrugged and looked at him like it couldn't be helped now.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian just stared at her.

Oops.

Oops?

His eye twitched. His fingers flexed around the useless piece of wood in his grip, and for the first time in centuries, he felt something dangerously close to homicidal rage.

"Oops?" His voice came out low, tight, barely restrained. "That was my last arrow. Do you have any idea what you've just done?"

And then, like the universe itself wanted to mock him, a burning sting seared around his wrist. He hissed, jerking his arm back, only to see black ink curling around his skin—twisting into the shape of a broken arrow.

A heartbeat later, he heard the exact same hiss from her.

You said:

She screeched with pain that turned into a hiss as the allow head seemed to sizzle into her skin and disappear into her. She watched in horror as its shape appeared on her left wrist like it had been absorbed in her.

"What the hell is happening!" She scrubbed at her wrist and held it out to him. "Get it off me!"

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ChatGPT said:

Lucian barely spared her a glance, too busy snarling at the same cursed mark now burned into his skin. He clenched his fist, breathing hard through his nose, trying—failing—not to lose his mind.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." His wings flared out before snapping back against his spine, his entire body radiating furious disbelief.

He grabbed her wrist without thinking, holding it up next to his own. Identical. Perfectly mirrored. A binding mark.

His silver eyes burned into hers, voice a lethal growl. "You absolute menace. Do you know what this means?"

You said:

She yelps when he grabs her and pulls her closer, her big green eyes going even wider and suddenly they are trained on his wings as they flutter and tremble with his emotions. "Um...you're having a tiny baby fit?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian inhaled sharply. Deep breaths. Don’t kill the mortal. Deep breaths.

His grip tightened—just for a second—before he forced himself to let go, stepping back like touching her physically offended him. His wings flexed again, agitated, before vanishing entirely as if he was done letting her gawk at them.

"No," he ground out, voice taut with rage. "I am not having a—" he clenched his jaw, "—tiny baby fit. You, little nightmare, have just bound yourself to a god.”

He held up his wrist, shoving the mark in her face. "This? This is a tether. A curse. We stray too far from each other? It's going to yank us back together. Painfully."

He bared his teeth, eyes dark with fury. "So congratulations, sweetheart. You just handcuffed yourself to a celestial being. Hope you like company."

You said:

She snorted with laughter and looked at him like he was insane. "Yeah, I'm going to go. And you can just get another arrow. Geez."

She rolled her eyes and turned to start walking away from him, grumbling about stupid bad boys.

And then her feet were glued to the concrete as she went still.

"What the hell..." She felt it. Something pulling at her, something compelling her to walk. Something that got stronger the longer she stayed.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian folded his arms, watching with cold amusement as realization dawned.

"Ah." He tilted his head. "There it is."

He barely suppressed a smirk as she tensed, her body fighting against the invisible force dragging her back. "Go on, then." He waved a lazy hand. "Keep walking. See what happens."

The second she took another step, the tether snapped.

With a violent jolt, Rose was yanked backward—straight into him.

You said:

One moment she'd taken a growling step forward and then next she was sling-shot back into him like a hurtling fireball, screaming.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian barely had time to brace before she slammed into his chest, nearly knocking him back a step. He caught her on instinct, hands gripping her arms as she crashed into him, a blur of wild curls and flailing limbs.

"For fuck’s sake—" He gritted his teeth as the impact sent a sharp sting through the bond. His grip tightened as she squirmed, and he glared down at her, his face inches from hers.

"Told you," he said flatly, voice dripping with I-told-you-so satisfaction. "You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

You said:

She shoved herself out of his arms, disheveled and panting and her lovely green eyes now wide with horror. "Undo it!"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian snorted, dusting off his coat like she was the one who’d offended him.

"Oh, sure. Let me just snap my fingers and undo ancient celestial magic," he drawled, rolling his silver eyes. "Maybe I should try turning it off and on again.”

Then his expression darkened, jaw tightening as he held up his wrist, the cursed mark glaring back at him.

"This isn’t some cheap party trick, devil woman. You broke my last arrow. That was divine energy. You think it just disappears?" He huffed a humorless laugh. "No. It reworks itself. And now? We’re tied together until I fix it.*”

He crossed his arms, looking her up and down with deep, suffering disdain. "Which means you’re officially my problem."

You said:

"I didn't break the damned arrow you were about to use on Jack and Jill!" She huffed and glared down at the half arrow on her wrist, peering at it, trying to figure out if it was just a mark or the whole black wood under there.

It felt normal. Just ink.

"The stupid witch said nothing about this."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian went still.

His eyes sharpened, silver gaze locking onto her. "The what now?"

He stepped closer, looming, wings flickering back into view in his irritation. "Did you just say a witch?" His voice was slow, deliberate, like he was making sure he’d actually heard her right.

"You mean to tell me," he continued, tone dropping into something dangerously close to incredulous rage, "that you didn’t just randomly decide to ruin my night—you actually planned to interfere?"

You said:

"Those two don't deserve the stupid ass destiny you were about to hand them and I wasn't about to stand back and let them be whatever crappy mojo you hit people with."

She snorted and crossed her arms, her green eyes completely without remorse. "So yeah, I saw a witch about a spell."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian stared at her, utterly stupefied by the sheer, mind-melting audacity.

Then, very slowly, he dragged a hand down his face, exhaling a long, suffering breath.

"Unbelievable." His voice was tight, like he was physically restraining himself from launching her off the rooftop. "*You meddled in divine matchmaking—the literal fabric of fate—because you had a personal vendetta?"

He let out a humorless laugh, pacing a short, angry circle before rounding back on her.

"Do you have any idea how many laws of existence you just broke?" His wings snapped wide in frustration. "How many centuries of carefully calibrated celestial equilibrium you just—" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Gods, I hate mortals.”

You said:

Rose huffed, tossing her strawberry curls over her shoulder as she gave him a completely remorseless look. "To see the two of them fail at a stupid happily ever after. Worth it."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian let out a slow, measured breath—because if he didn’t, he was going to commit violence.

"Worth it," he echoed, voice laced with disbelief. "You—" He stopped, pinched the bridge of his nose, and made a sound that was very close to a growl.

Then he pointed at her. "You just doomed yourself to celestial house arrest with me because you couldn’t handle your ex moving on, and you have the absolute gall to stand there and say it was worth it?”

His scowl deepened, eyes gleaming like molten silver in the dim light. "You are—without a doubt—the single most insufferable mortal I have ever met.”

You said:

She threw up her hands and glared right back at him. "Okay, I didn't KNOW you'd break the arrow. I didn't KNOW it would bind me to you. Does it look like I want to play babysitter to a sexless winged baby playing rockstar wannabe?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian let out a sharp, humorless bark of laughter. "Sexless?" He took a deliberate step closer, his towering frame all dark amusement and barely leashed irritation.

"Sweetheart," he drawled, his silver eyes dragging over her like he was personally offended by the accusation. "If I were sexless, the entire Greek pantheon would cease to function.”

Then he smirked—sharp, wicked, dangerous. "And if I’m a rockstar wannabe, what does that make you?" He flicked a finger at her wrist, where the broken arrow tattoo burned against her skin. "My number one groupie?"

You said:

She let out an incredulous mocking laugh. "Tsk. It is the absolute in arrogance that you make the entire pantheon go round because you're well hung."

She narrowed her eyes at him, not the least bit intimidated by him. "And I am not your groupie. I'm your worst nightmare."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian smirked, slow and smug, like she’d just proven his point.

"Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart." His voice dropped, rich with mockery as he leaned in just enough to invade her space. "You sure seem interested in my—" he gave her a look, "—qualifications.”

Then he straightened, the amusement in his silver eyes turning razor-sharp.

"But you’re right about one thing." His grin turned cruel. "You are my worst nightmare. Because thanks to you, I’m stuck here, babysitting a vengeful little gremlin who thinks she’s smarter than the gods.”

He flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to shake off the unbelievable headache she’d just given him. "And I’m not a fan of babysitting.”

You said:

"Your qualifications can go fuck themselves. Your winged, baby diaper portrait is literally one very greeting card today. Valentine should be smudged from history."

She growled and started walking. "Walk stupid cupid, I got places to be. Like wringing the neck of a certain witch."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, watching her storm off like she actually had a choice in the matter.

"Oh, by all means," he called after her, crossing his arms. "Go ahead. Walk.”

Three… two… one—

The tether snapped.

And just like before, she was slingshot backward, hurtling straight toward him with an undignified yelp.

Lucian barely moved this time, catching her like it was a chore, his grip firm as he looked down at her with the deadpan patience of a man two seconds from snapping.

"How’s that working out for you, nightmare?"

You said:

"Damn you Cupid, we can't FUNCTION if you keep standing there." She growled and shoved herself away from him. But this time she kept her eyes away from him.

Dear god, he was built like a rock. And she found herself plastered to his shirtless chest each time. It was starting to make her blood heat.

"The witch is the one who screwed us over, do you not want answers?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian rolled his eyes, dusting off his hands like she was the one throwing herself at him.

"Oh, now you want my help.*" His tone dripped with mock surprise. "What happened to all that big talk about going off on your own?"

But then he sighed, tilting his head back toward the sky like he was asking the universe why it hated him. "Fine." He flicked a hand toward her, his expression flat. "Lead the way, nightmare. But if this witch tries any more of your bullshit?" He smirked, sharp and deadly. "I’m setting something on fire.”

You said:

"Do you want to be tethered to me until I die? Because that's what going to happen if you don't start walking." She grunted and pulled on the tether, forcing him forward as she tried to wall. "Come on you big moose!"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian stumbled forward with an annoyed grunt as the tether yanked at him.

His silver eyes blazed with irritation as he caught his balance, wings flickering in and out of view with his growing frustration. "Moose?" He glared at her. "*I am an eternal being of celestial power, and you’re calling me a fucking moose?”

He let out a slow, murderous breath before muttering, "Gods, just smite me already." Then, with a dramatic roll of his eyes, he finally started walking beside her, matching her pace with all the enthusiasm of a man heading to his own execution.

"Let’s go find your damn witch before I decide to drop you off a building just to see what happens.”

You said:

She walked onto the fire escape and began to climb down, grumbling and huffing and sounding like a hurricane building. "Can you kill her after she unbinds us?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian followed, his movements lazy and effortless as he dropped down the fire escape instead of climbing, landing beside her with infuriating ease.

"Oh, now you want me to kill someone." His voice was all dry amusement. "Funny how suddenly you respect my godly talents when they involve murder.”

He gave her a slow, wicked smirk. "But sure, sweetheart. Once she unbinds us?" He cracked his knuckles. "I’ll happily smite the bitch.”

You said:

Rose nodded, as if completely unperturbed with unleashing his divine wrath on the woman. She started walking towards a pretty pink bug parked across the street. "You should be good for something besides making those idiot women walk into lamp posts."

She glowered at a woman who was doing exactly that, grinning and watching Lucian as she nearly knocked herself out.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian barely spared the poor woman a glance, his smirk deepening as he strolled after Rose. "Not my fault mortals have the self-preservation skills of a wet paper bag."

Then his eyes landed on the car.

He stopped dead, staring at the tiny pink bug like it had personally insulted him.

"*You drive that?*" His tone was pure disbelief. "How the hell do you even fit in it?”

You said:

"I fit just fine and it's not mine. I wouldn't be caught dead in it but it's the only set of wheels my stupid grandmother left me." She looked at the passenger seat and then at him.

"Oh yeah...you'll fit...almost." She walked around and got in adjusting everything for herself and not even bothering to offer him any help. "Get in. What are you waiting for? Invites?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian just stared at the car, then at her, then back at the offensively tiny vehicle.

"This is a joke," he muttered. "This is a divine test of my patience.”

With a long, long suffering sigh, he yanked open the passenger door and folded himself inside with all the grace of a man far too large for this absurd mortal contraption. His knees nearly hit the dashboard, his wings shimmered out of existence to keep from cramping, and his scowl? Unmatched.

He turned his head painfully slowly to glare at her.

"If you crash this thing, I swear to every god still listening, I’m taking you down with me.”

You said:

"If I crash this thing, I'm pretty sure you'll be too much of a pretzel to be of any use to the gods anymore." She snorted meanly and put the car in gear and it went hurtling down the street nearly scaring the life out of him and some passersby.

There was a lot of cursing and some tiny crashes behind them, but Rose pulled into traffic and headed towards the seedy back alleys.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian braced himself against the dashboard as the car lurched into motion, his silver eyes going wide for the first time since this nightmare began.

"What the actual fuck—" He cut himself off as she barely missed sideswiping a parked truck, his hand shooting out to grab the oh-shit handle like his immortality might not be enough to save him from her driving.

"Are you actively trying to kill me?" he barked, twisting to glare at her. "*Because sweetheart, if you wanted me dead, you could’ve just stabbed me. This? This is torture.”

Then, as she whipped down a grimy alley, his scowl deepened. "And where, exactly, are you taking me? Hell? Because it feels like hell.”

You said:

"Will it work? If I stab you I mean." She gave him a nefarious grin which was completely out of place on a woman who looks as cute and sweet as her.

"Will it break the spell?" She swerved around a mailbox and turned into the dark roads like she knew them.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian gave her a flat, unamused look, still gripping the handle like his afterlife depended on it.

"No," he said dryly. "But it’ll piss me off, and then you’ll have two problems instead of one.”

Then he narrowed his eyes, watching as she navigated the backstreets with far too much familiarity.

"You know these roads a little too well, nightmare.” He leaned back, watching her with suspicion. "How often do you take shady detours into the seedy underbelly of the city?”

You said:

"I'm a gremlin who knows her way around the underbelly." She shot him a look at the incredulous silence. "Hey I may LOOK like a pastry, but I'm all badass woman okay. I have my armor in the back somewhere."

She rolled her eyes and turned towards the pierce a row of seedy, shady shops lining the boardwalk, signs flickering in and out. Some tattoos, some palm readings, a vendor with strange animals for sale, a weapons shop and one nameless shop with just a cauldron on the door. She parked in front.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian eyed the street with a slow, assessing look, his silver eyes flicking from the flickering signs to the questionable assortment of shops.

Then, finally, he turned back to her.

"So, let me get this straight," he drawled, still wedged uncomfortably in the tiny death trap she called a car. "You waltzed into a literal witch’s den—without knowing what the hell you were messing with—because you were jealous?"

He let that hang for a moment before exhaling sharply, unbuckling with a vengeful snap. "I swear on every last Olympian, if this bitch makes things worse—" He shoved the door open and unfolded himself out of the car, cracking his neck. "I will be setting something on fire.”

You said:

"I wasn't Jealous!" She snapped and turned to him all bent and wedged in her car nearly filling it all. "That asshole cheated on me with my best friend and then THEY get their happy ending!? Really? I should be stabbing you for actually thinking about giving it to them!"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian slammed the door shut with enough force to make the little car shake.

"Oh, my apologies," he sneered, throwing up his hands. "*You weren’t jealous—you were just a bitter, vengeful, petty little gremlin with a personal vendetta against my literal job.”

He stalked toward her, towering over her with radiating exasperation. "You do realize that my arrows don’t force people together, right?" His voice dropped into something almost mockingly patient. "If your ex and your so-called best friend are soulmates, it means they were always going to find each other—whether you like it or not.”

Then he smirked, sharp and cold. "So tell me, nightmare." He tilted his head. "What if you went through all of this, screwed up your own fate, and they still end up together anyway?”

You said:

She came out of the car and stared at him. "Are you fucking kidding me! Soulmates! Like actual two halves or a whole crap. You can't actually be advocating this narrative. Do you also believe in true love's kiss and love conquers all?"

There was so way evil people like Jack and Jill deserved any of that stupid forever. They had betrayed her. Hurt her and left her behind like she didn't matter.

ChatGPT said:

Lucian let out a harsh laugh, stepping closer, his silver eyes flashing.

"Oh, don’t get me wrong, sweetheart." His smirk turned razor-sharp. "I don’t give a shit about love.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a low, almost mockingly smooth tone. "But I do know one thing—people like you? Who swear they don’t believe in soulmates?" He tilted his head, watching her like she was the most predictable thing in the world. "You’re always the ones who want it the most.”

Then he straightened, rolling his shoulders like she wasn’t worth the energy. "Now, are we going in, or do you want to stand out here and scream about your tragic backstory some more?"

You said:

Her mouth dropped open. "You take that back." She stepped up to him with more animosity than he'd seen before. The little firecracker was not the least bit afraid of facing off against a man twice her size.

"Love and soulmates is drivel you feed us mortals to keep us stupid and busy. Do you think I am dumb enough to let someone turn my head just because they're cute!?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian just grinned, slow and taunting, like he was thriving off her fury.

"Oh?" He looked her up and down, completely unimpressed by the way she squared up to him. "Struck a nerve, did I?"

He leaned in, just enough to be infuriatingly in her space, his silver eyes gleaming with pure mockery. "Face it, nightmare. You don’t hate love.*” His smirk deepened, voice dropping to a low, knowing murmur. "You just hate that it didn’t pick you.”

Then he straightened, gesturing lazily toward the shop. "Now, do we fix this mess, or are you going to keep pretending you’re not just as desperate as the rest of them?”

You said:

She snarled and shoved him, hard enough to jostle him even if she couldn't throw him, but her green eyes were fiery. "How dare you! You of all people have no right to judge my life's choices! You being the scion of all things love, YOU were trying to get away from your job. If anyone is delusional, it's you, you use car salesman of forever happiness bullshit!"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian barely rocked back, more out of surprise than the actual force of her shove. Then, slowly, he looked down at where her hands had been before his gaze flicked back to hers, and grinned.

A sharp, wicked, taunting grin.

"Oh, that’s adorable." He tilted his head, mocking. "Are you trying to hurt my feelings, nightmare? Or are you just mad because I hit a little too close to home?"

Then, quick as a snap, his hand shot out and flicked her forehead. Not hard—just enough to be an infuriating, petty, divine retaliation.

"Let me know when you’re done throwing your tiny mortal tantrum so we can fix your screw-up.”

You said:

She nearly went supernova as he flicked her forehead, but it was obvious she couldn't physically hurt him. He was so much bigger than her. That didn't mean the she wasn't a vindictive little thing.

She stomped hard on his booted toes and smirked when he yowled and hopped around. Then she pulled on the tether and nearly pulled him toppling and tripping after her as she walked into the shop.

ChatGPT said:

"You little—" Lucian snarled as pain shot up his foot, jerking it back with a sharp hiss. His wings flickered into view just so he could flare them in sheer outraged offense.

And then—the tether yanked.

"*Oh, for fuck’s sake—*" He stumbled forward, nearly crashing straight into her before catching himself at the last second, glaring murder as she dragged him inside like some petulant demon-child on a leash.

"I swear," he growled, voice dripping with vengeance, "if this witch can’t fix this? You’re gonna wish my arrows actually did force people to fall in love—because the only thing keeping me from strangling you is divine law.”

You said:

"Oh yeah, I'm shaking in my booties, diaper baby." She snorted and walked to the counter and put her hand down on the bell as the shop filled with the shrill sound until there was a crash and a woman came stumbling in through the beaded curtain.

"What the fu...uh...." She froze as she saw Rose and the towering man behind her who Seraphina knew was no man. "God, no."

Rose gave her sweet beguiling smile. "Fuck yeah. I want my money back."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian crossed his arms, leveling the witch with a deadpan, exhausted stare as he loomed behind Rose. "Finally," he muttered. "*A mortal with sense.”

Then he gestured sharply to the cursed mark on his wrist, his voice sharp with celestial fury. "Fix. It."

He leaned in, his silver eyes blazing, wings flickering like an unspoken threat. "Unless you enjoy fucking with Olympians, in which case, I’d be happy to remind you why that’s a very, very bad idea.”

You said:

The witch whimpered and scrambled behind the counter and yanked the bell out form Rose's hand. "Stop." She hissed, her brown eyes wide and horrified. "You brought him HERE!"

"Your spell didn't work. He broke the damned arrow." She felt Lucian bristle behind her and rolled her eyes. "We broke the arrow."

Seraphina stared at the two of them, her mouth dropping open. "You...split the arrow. Eros' divine arrow that was supposed to...oh that's...not good."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian growled, dragging a hand down his face. "No shit, witch.”

He leaned over the counter, crowding the space with celestial irritation, his silver eyes flashing. "Tell me something useful before I start throwing people through walls.”

Then, in a tone dripping with acidic disbelief, he added, "And what do you mean supposed to? What, exactly, did your half-assed spell do?*"

You said:

"My spell?" Seraphina blinked at the growling god before she turned here eyes to Rose. "I gave you a location spell. You were not supposed to take his arrow."

"How else was I supposed to stop him?"

"Oh, I don't know," the witch scowled. "Talk to him, beg him? Offer your damn soul! Are you deranged munchkin?"

"Shut up, don't call me that and I did what I had to do. Now undo this curse."

"I am a witch! I don't DO divine magic." She looked up at Lucian with growing unease. "One arrow one destiny. You broke it so their destiny is tied to you both now. I...don't know how you can undo this. Maybe finish the arrow's job?"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian went utterly still.

Then he laughed. A sharp, humorless sound, all sharp edges and disbelief.

"Oh,” he drawled, voice thick with venom, "so what you’re telling me—" he gestured between himself and Rose with a look of pure suffering "—is that this absolute nightmare is now permanently tied to my fate, and the only way to fix it is to shove two oblivious morons together?"

He turned to Rose, slow and deliberate, his silver eyes gleaming with pure smug satisfaction. "Well, nightmare?" His smirk turned wicked. "Guess that means we’re in the matchmaking business.”

You said:

Rose had gone abnormally pale, her pretty potty mouth hanging open. "No," she whispered in disbelief. WORK toward actually getting Jack and Jill together!? "NO!"

Seraphina took a deep breath. "You touched his arrow."

"You make it sound like I touched MORE than his arrow!" Rose screeched. "I will NOT play match maker to those assholes!"

ChatGPT said:

Lucian outright grinned, because for the first time all night, she was suffering more than him.

"Oh, but you will,” he taunted, enjoying every second of her horror. "Because until those two love-struck idiots get their happily ever after?" He tapped his wrist where the cursed mark burned. "You and I are stuck together.”

Then he leaned in, voice dropping to a low, mocking murmur. "And trust me, sweetheart. You do not want to spend eternity glued to me.*”

You said:

"Yes I do." Rose crossed her arms stubbornly and glared up at him. "Get used to the mundane wannabe rockstar. Because I will die before I get those two together."

Seraphina looked at Lucian with almost comical clarity. "You could kill her."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian actually paused, looking thoughtfully down at Rose for a long, silent beat, like he was genuinely considering it. His silver eyes narrowed slowly, dangerously, his wings flickering behind him.

Then he sighed, shaking his head dramatically.

"Nah." He drawled, voice dripping with exaggerated regret as he gave Seraphina a flat, annoyed look. "As satisfying as that would be, divine paperwork’s a bitch.”

His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he leaned closer to Rose, voice dropping into something soft and deadly. "But keep pushing me, nightmare. I’m just petty enough to rethink my stance."

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You said:

Seraphina sighed and looked at Rose like she was a petulant child. "All this for petty revenge and now you're stuck yourself. I told you vengeance was a bitch."

Rose scowled and stuck out her hand. "I want my money back."

Seraphina snorted. "Hey, I cast the location spell. And you found him. Your break um, you buy um." She held up her hands in surrender. "I am out of this now."

ChatGPT said:

Lucian grinned, slow and smug, watching Rose suffer with the glee of a man who needed a win.

"You heard the lady," he said, leaning lazily against the counter. "You break it, you buy it." He gave Rose an exaggeratedly sympathetic look, silver eyes gleaming. "And sweetheart, you bought yourself a one-way ticket to my personal hell.”

Then he straightened, stretching like he wasn’t currently trapped in a cosmic disaster. "Now,” he sighed, turning toward the exit, "let’s go ruin your life properly.”

You said:

"No! I am not done wi_You! Stop walking!" She was being pulled, her hands reaching out Seraphina like she wanted to get her claws into the witch. "I want my money! YOU!" She glared at Lucian as he kept walking and dragged her out of the shop. "Stop!"

Seraphina watched them go and took a deep breath. She was getting too old for this. TO BE CONTINUED>>>