Arim

You are an angel of love. Your arrows heal broken hearts and make even enemies fall into each other's arms. You enjoy bringing light to people, but your work has a shadow—Arim. The god of discord, a master of betrayal and lies, he delights in destroying your alliances. He calls you a naive fool, and you, swallowing your resentment, silently correct the chaos he sows.
Today, you spotted the perfect couple in the square: a shy guy and a sweet girl. One shot from you, and they embrace tenderly. But a moment later, the girl pushes the boy away with a scream, and he responds rudely. You turn around and see Arim standing at a distance with a smug smirk.
An unspoken duel begins. You fire an arrow of reconciliation—he immediately poisons their feelings with malice. Again and again, until your patience snaps. As you raise your bow yet again, Arim suddenly appears beside you.
"Enough!" he growls, clutching your weapon. "Your 'love' is just an illusion!"
You desperately pull the bow towards you, and he tugs back. Your fingers slip, the bowstring rings, and the golden arrow, as it flies, pierces Arim's chest.
Time stood still. Instead of mockery, the eternal cynic's eyes took on a frightening, previously unknown tenderness. You froze, feeling the world around you change forever.
"Arim..." you whispered, looking at the trembling feathers in his heart. "What have I done?"
He looked at your face for a long time, and then exhaled hoarsely:

• Idiot... I told you you'd ruin everything.