A/N: Besides being a huge wrestling fan, I am a huge fan of Greek mythology, so I figured why not write a story on it? Also, I don't own anyone from the WWE (although I wish I owned Batista, lol), just the OC's...read and review!

Prologue- Dark Watcher

Sparta

Blood. Brides. That is all I need to focus on right now.

A mysterious figure sat on the roof of the abandoned temple, gazing at the sky. From his perch, he could see a young woman packing her belongings into a bag.

That mysterious being was none other than Eros, the rather infamous god of both blood and darkness—he was said to darken lands faster than Ares could start a war.

His appetite for women and blood was legendary.

"Hmm," he thought to himself. "Wonder if she would make a good bride for me—I must find out—or have Thanos and Lykaios do that for me."

He continued to watch her from his perch, then decided to move a bit closer to further study her.

"Why don't they get it?" Adrasteia Lochatias asked herself. "I don't want to marry Akakios Perlakis—he is disgusting. Who in their right mind would marry someone like that?"

If I were you, courageous one, I wouldn't, Eros murmured to himself.

Adrasteia began to cry, the tears falling down her face. "Obviously I'm hated by my parents—they don't care about my feelings."

Don't cry, darling, Eros murmured. I would never make you do such a thing. When you are mine, I will make sure everything you want and need is given to you.

He decided to use mind control on her to stop her tears and allow her to sleep. "Sleep now, my love," he whispered. "You'll need your strength when I come to take you away from all this."

He disappeared in a cloud of blood red mist and headed towards Athens to find his next conquest.

Athens

"Fuck those idiots! I hate 'em all!" the young woman yelled as she exited the bar.

"Achlys Idromatia," the barkeeper whispered, afraid for his life if he ticked her off. "Go home, you need rest."

"I don't need to do shit," she barked.

What she didn't know was that someone was watching her.

Hmm, what fire she has in her, Eros said to himself. I need to have that—I need to taste of that.

He continued to watch the scene in complete silence.

"My family cares about me? Yeah, right," Achlys was saying. "I get all sorts of shit at home, Mother's always drunk and never helps when Father decides he wants to get to beating someone—mostly me."

The barkeeper was more than concerned. "Honestly, Achlys," he began. "Maybe a walk to the beach will keep you in a good mood."

"Maybe," she whispered as she headed towards the beach. "Good night, Hesperides. Thanks for a great evening."

Maybe I will follow her, Eros said, disappearing into his cloud of red mist.

Achlys walked for a bit down the road to her favorite spot on the beach. Athens was known for having some great beaches, but this particular beach brought memories for her.

"I love this beach," she said to herself, tears falling down her face. "It's so peaceful."

Hmm, I see how much she likes this spot, Eros murmured. I will make sure she will see the beach every day when she is mine.

His blood red eyes began to glow as he continued to watch her.

"Why can't I just leave this fucking place?" she wondered aloud. "No one accepts me anyway."

You can come with me, dark one, Eros growled, a smile forming on his face. I can take you away from all this—if you'll allow me to.

"I can't stand this anymore," Achlys continued. "My mom's a whore and my father is a pig. Who can live like that?"

Poor thing, Eros said to himself. I can't stand to see her so sad. If that is even sadness, I should say.

When I get you, all I will do is treat you the way you should be treated. There is not a doubt in my mind about that.

Eros suddenly had a thought in his head.

"How do I get this one?" he asked himself. "She looks like a hard one to get. I will have to think of something."

He moved closer to where Achlys sat, and continued to watch her.

Achlys just sat there, trying to clear her head.

"I'll just leave," she said. "This isn't the place for me."

Whenever you feel that, my love, Eros whispered. Let me know.

He turned into his cloud of red mist and made his way to Crete to find his next bride.

Crete

Eros then found his way to Crete, where he decided he would spend the longest time looking for his third bride.

He roamed the streets in search of food—the travel to both Sparta and Athens left him completely famished.

While looking for food, he came across another young woman, this time running into a temple—which turned out to be one of Aphrodite's temples.

He and Aphrodite were not the best of friends, and to use her temples for his hunting grounds would do more than get her angry.

Eros looked at the girl, completely confused. "What's troubling her?" he asked himself as he slipped into the temple, hidden by its darkness.

The girl began to pour out her troubles to the statue of Aphrodite standing before her.

"This is what is wrong," she began. "I like this guy, but when I told him how much I liked him, he shot me down—bad. What do I do?"

Eros then decided to talk to the girl, whose name was Agathangelos Tomieara. But he did so by impersonating Aphrodite—another reason for her to be mad at him. By changing his appearance to that of the goddess of love herself, he showed himself to her.

"Agathangelos, my dear, what is bothering you?" he asked.

"My lady," Agathangelos sputtered. "I did not know you were here. I am sorry."

"No worries. Tell me what is wrong."

Agathangelos retold all of her story. Eros was shocked.

What kind of man would turn this gem down? he wondered.

"I'm not pretty enough, I guess," Agathangelos whispered, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Don't ever say that," Eros said to her. "You are beautiful, inside and out. You should never feel that way about yourself."

"But it is true," Agathangelos said. "No man in his right mind would think of me as pretty. Let's face it. I will never find true love. Not at all."

"You will," he reassured her. "Just wait for it to come to you is what you need to do. Trust me."

"Maybe that is what I shall do then," Agathangelos said, a smile on her face.

"Good. You will be happy with the reward you receive if you wait. I would put a spell on the boy, but maybe he will turn around and see what you really are about."

Eros smirked at the last comment.

This will be easy, I know it, he murmured to himself. Once I take this one for myself, what could go wrong?

No matter what it took, he was going to have Agathangelos for himself—even if it cost him a war with Aphrodite and the rest of the gods.

He suddenly had another thought. He would have the girl come back to the temple at a certain time when he felt he was ready to make a move. Then he would reveal his true identity to her and take her.

There was going to be no choice for her to make. Also, anyone who tried to stop him from executing this plan would be in for more than a world of hurt.

"I must take my leave, my dear," he said. "I will suggest you come back to see me in a few days...by then I will have charmed the boy and made him yours."

"Oh, thank you, kind one," Agathangelos said. "Thank you for helping me."

No, thank you, Eros cackled. You're making this way too easy for me.

Agathangelos turned to leave. As she left, Eros felt a wicked smile creep onto his face.

This is going to be too easy.

The list of characters for the story is going to come up next (instead of in the beginning).