Gods are undoubtedly cruel. There are no exceptions and they are especially so to those in love. They place bets, the price: their devout followers. The goddess Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever, has only one to offer and it's her sole follower whose love life they all are betting on. As the overseer of this soul, she feels responsible for ensuring this turns out incredibly entertaining.

Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever's follower wishes to be rained upon with luck unbeknownst to any other. The chance to express their love flawlessly. She grimaces at such a request.

'Why must my only follower be such an idiot? I can't promise such results if you don't exude that kind of presence! Work harder to make others notice me!'

Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever does not speak this to her follower, their ears can not reach her upon her godly pillar. No, she must work from on high. She claps her hands in weak encouragement.

The other gods seem vaguely intrigued, hearing the begging of this soul. They debate what the outcome may be. Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever knows too well. Which is why some rigging had to be done before hand. Enchantments of good luck, of pipe dreams and of speedy encounters were "borrowed" for such a purpose.

The follower writes a note that appears quite sloppy at first glance but is heartfelt, soppy and would make any reader feel feint.

'My, my Arc, you hid your disciple away from me for three years and this is all they amount to? A pathetic letter?' The goddess Lfthe◇Canon jeers.

Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever feels her face flush and wince. Lfthe◇Canon has a point: the subject has yet to do anything with it. A letter is nothing if unsent. The enchantments should all activate as soon as they let go of their pen. They just have to do that one thing to release the seal.

Yet, they set off with it in hand like a steely weapon.

'Does the child plan to gouge out their loves' heart and offer it on a pike? Three souls, raise.' The god Verne ¤ Q • asks, gearing himself up for a failure.

The follower runs down the street, hair bobbing, dress fluttering, sweating profusely. They stop midway to get a quick sip of water from their ice-cream shaped bag. They take the time to double check all the pins are still securing their hair properly. Then check their shoes are still done up properly by doing them over.

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'Man, her follower is something else, right Caspa?' Verne ¤ Q • comments.

Caspa Teche nods silently, their eyes focusing on the followers attire. They make notes. Caspa Teche bets on their success then creates small multi-coloured flags from the passing gales. Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever is almost certain they created the breeze making her follower's dress flap delightfully with each step. It never rises too high, keeping it looking light.

The mortal gets pumped up again, gripping the pen tightly and looking to the sky for it's blessings.

That's when they appear. The token of the mortal's affection. He isn't much of a looker, his build is quite slight and he maintains a permanent slouch. Yet seeing him makes them beam. They steel theirself before approaching at break neck speeds.

There is a clattering sound as rain appears to drench them. Yet, the love bird does not falter. Lightning strikes a nearby streetlamp, forcing them to search blindly.

'Don't look so shocked Arc, darling. Love has to survive all weathers.' Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever could punch Lfthe◇Canon if it weren't for the cost, and the severe electrocution.

Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever has her own blessing she wishes to have bestowed. For her idiot of a follower to let go of that useless pen!

As if hearing this wish, they accidentally drop it. The sky clears up in seconds by pure good luck. There are even birds tweeting happily, thanks to the pipe dreams charm. Finally...

The gods and goddesses hover about in anticipation. Caspa Teche shovels popcorn down with one hand and waves the flags with the other. Lfthe◇Canon peers over with a smug grin, whispering to Verne ¤ Q • something about failure gods.

'I have a letter and this pen for you. Bye.' The follower announces.

Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever grimaces, there it is. The speedy encounter.

'Wait! D-do you want to hang out or something?' The other mortal asks. His face is beat red, his eyes weepy from having quickly read the letter.

'Yup. Let me just thank Maria a sec,'

'Huh? Who is that?'

'My lucky charm.'

Confetti spews out above Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever's haloed head. She won the bet this time and a new follower. The bonus: the influx of others gained from her winnings. People here and there will suddenly know of Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever as if she had always overseen them. Caspa Teche blows an air horn and waves their flags arrogantly.

'Perhaps I could use a co-conspirator,' Maria▪︎Arc▪︎D▪︎Sever considers, eyes fixed on the manipulator of wind. Though they were back to smiling at the world below. 'Or they're just an idiot god who actually likes mortal love...'

She shrugs and leaves them to it, focuses on the next gamble with her new followers to put to stake.

...

Caspa Teche sent the last enchantment: perfect understanding to seal the deal. They understood mortal love perfectly well from watching it in earnest. They made sure that nothing would blow away the letter and that the pen could only drop at the precise moment needed to activate the enchantments within the heightened tension. Puffing out their chest in pride at a blessing well received, they decide it's time to go see what's next on the cards.