Eros was bored.
Bored to tears, bored to desperation, bored to death. Eros was a being born of Chaos, a Primordial, one of the building blocks of the Multiverse - Even if this particular incarnation in a cutesy childish body made people forget that - and as such, few things
fascinated him as much as change. New things being created, old things being destroyed, the eternal dance of possibilities becoming reality and then possibility again.
And change, to be honest, was something that was seriously missing from his domain these days.
Timelines were born and died, realities were built and collapsed, and Kal-El and Lois Lane were an item. Demons distorted continuity, Angels worked their miracles, and Perter Parker and Mary Jane Watson found their way to one another.
Everything changed. Krypton was destroyed before Jor-El could a chance to save his son, the Waynes survived, a White Martian was chosen by Abin Sur to bear the Ring... And Scott Summer and Jean Grey still married.
It was grating, it was offensive and frankly, it was enough.
Nodding to himself, the resolute Cosmic took his trusty bow and jumped down to Earth. Time to wreak some havoc and teach mortals to not take Him for granted.
A/N: Fuck the conventional. Go crazy. And for what it's worth, this is an everything mixed universe.