Chapter 3

The bells chime simultaneously on the church's belfry situated on the west side of the park. There must be a wedding ceremony. I'm sure about it. Those bells will only cringe when there's a wedding.

I squeeze my eyes; facing the church's location. I smirk, another hearts of a couple need to be broken. I push my hands on the ground, supporting me to stand. I flit straight to the church.

I can't wait to break another human hearts. Hmmm… What should I do to make them shatter into pieces, in despair? It is a perfect timing. It's their wedding day and a tragic event will come after their dream of a happy ever after. Evilly, I chuckle on the thought.

I take strides, slowly passing through the main door of the church. I see a red string connected on the tip of the couple's index finger. It connects the couple. I touch it. I hold it and I stare on it. It is so thin but I can clearly see its color – red. I have no idea on what this string is for.

The choir starts to sing a harmonious song. As a cue, the main door opens, slowly. One by one, three little boys come out; each of them carries a heart-shaped pillow - the bearers. They are followed by the little girls holding a basket full of red flower petals - the flower girls. And there are men in black suits and ladies with the same color and design of dress - the sponsors - march in the red carpet after the kids.

There is a red carpet from the door to the altar. Flower pots are placed above a customized steel stand on both sides of the carpet. Candles are lighted beside the carpet and pasted on a steel stand; alternating to the flower pots. White piece of cloth are hanging in between of two steel stands; swaying.

I rush in front of the altar where the groom waits for his bride, smiling. I sit on the first row of the seats; crossing my legs; waiting for the bride, too.

All eyes are on the bride as it walks slowly on the red carpet; holding her bouquet of red roses; dressed in a white long gown; white gloves on both of her hands; a white long piece of silk falls from her head, covering her face; lifted by a four inch high heels on her feet. They are expecting a happy ending.

The groom stands still with his best man beside him; watching his soon to be wife walks whilst it walks on the aisle; eyes twinkling; wears a white suit partnered with a pair of white pants and black leather shoes.

I yawn. I'll give you a happy ending but with a tragic twist afterwards. I grin.

The bride walks in a slow motion. That's right. Just enjoy and savor your moment in time, human. In a while, after your wedding, you'll cry on your knees.

The bride is just a few steps away from me; I then stretch my left leg on the aisle. The bride strips her feet. I watch her as she falls to the floor made of marble. The groom catches her bride by his arms. I clench my jaw. That was close. I almost succeed.

They look into each other's eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yes."

The groom assists his bride to stand. They hold hands; face the altar; walk to their seat in front of the priest.

Yawning, I cross my legs; rest my arms on the armrest. I wait the wedding mass to end.

***

"You may now kiss your bride," the priest states.

I open my eyes. The ceremony's almost done. And in just a little while their hearts will be shattered and broken into million pieces. I got on my feet excitedly; stretching my arms; jumping; twist my neck; energizing. I smile deviously.

This will be fun.

They take pictures with their friends, guests, family and relatives. I wait patiently.

When Psyche is still alive, this is one of our dreams; to have a simple and peaceful wedding. But now she's gone. Everything's gone - our dreams, and our plans. All those things will never come true.

Just like our dreams being ruined, I will also destroy their dreams. Everything must be fair; if I can't live with Psyche forever, and so as them.

I see the couple march to the main door. I dash towards the door. I grab the edge of the red carpet.

Before they pass by on the last row of chairs, I move my hands up and down; making waves in the carpet. It's not enough to strip their feet; to slump on the ground. I do it again with more force. Their butts kiss the cold flooring. I throw the carpet above them; covering their eyesight. They struggle to unveil the carpet. The guests try to help them to stand.

No. You can't stop me even if you're being helped by other humans.

I lift the flower pots with its stand. I throw it to the couple. It hits them including the guests who lend their help. I roll the carpet sandwiching the humans inside. I grab the flaming candle beside the aisle. Using it, I light the carpet on fire. I piled the chairs above the rolled carpet.

There are some humans tried to put out the fire. I strive to them. I get a grip on their shirt; I lift them, effortlessly, one by one, throwing them into different directions.

I look on the witnesses' reaction. They cover their mouths with their hands. Being shock is an understatement. I can read it in their eyes that they cannot explain the things they are witnessing; floating objects and moving carpet. Of course, how will they explain if they cannot see me? I laugh.

The fire is starting to scatter, running to the light wooden seats and pieces of cloth, getting bigger and bigger. Burn. Burn. Burn. I want to see more fire.

I can hear the shed of tears. I grin. Yes. That's it. Cry, humans. Cry as you can.

I can't stop myself from laughing at the top of my lungs. I know they will hear me now. Their heads are turning from left to right and vise versa. I can see on their facial expressions that their skin hairs stood up. That's right. Be afraid of me. Be afraid of a god. Be afraid of Cupid.

"Cupid, stop that!"

I look above, on the ceiling. It is the voice of one of the archangels under my parents order. It is the voice of Rafael.

"No, Rafael. They deserve it. Every mortal deserves it," I convince.

"Do not let your anger and envy defeat you. That is not you. You are good."

The ceiling lights up; it glows a blinding light. From there, he and Lucas appear. They fly down, landing at the center of the aisle.

"No. That's not true. You know nothing even a single thing. You are just an archangel. You are lower than me."

"You are being stubborn, Cupid," Lucas says in his cold deep voice. "And we are not here to lecture you," he continues.

"Then stop interfering and mind your own business."

I look on the burning carpet. It's turning into little particles of ashes as it cooks the couple and other humans inside it. This is what I want to look at. Mortals are being slain.

My eyebrows furrow. What is this red string? Why is it neither burned nor being cut?

Lucas and Rafael hold my arms from the back, tightly.

I sway my arms to break free.

"Just come with us, Cupid. This is an order from goddess Aphrodite."

"Let me go, Archangels. I do not want to come with you especially when it is my mother's order."

I combat on their strength, trying to let go from their hold. They flutter their pair shining wings as we ascend.