We Eros, voice of the gods, was satisfied. He had accomplished his task, his apostles live to serve the gods another day. The soldiers, now martyrs, valiantly served the gods to their dying breath so his apostles could continue their divine work.
Eros was pacing by a nearby creek as his apostles set up camp, blue light shimmering off the stream from Eros’s eye. They were on their way to fight off the evil armies of the dragons and it's the will of the gods for all dragon kin to be purged from the earth. He still doesn't understand why those filthy dragon kin, those dragon born, were still allowed to live among the people. It's only a matter of time before they show their true colors and turn against the people. That was a problem to take care of later, he must think of the purge ahead of him.
Eros glanced down at his reflection in the stream, well where it should be. Instead of a beautiful face of white and intricate blue markings was the rotten face of a child who cried puss. Its sickly red eye looked up at Eros with a look of pure sadness.
“Please stop,” the disgusting child murmured “this is not what I wanted!”
Eros snickered and walked away from the stream, the sinful can't understand his holy work.