Not all love is meant to last, but with the Underworld on your side there's a chance in Hell...

In Elysian, there’s always another soul needing guidance into the afterlife. Makaria knew it wouldn’t always be an easy job, but she never expected the living to start showing up, or for Cupid to have such poor aim.

Rule number one of being Cupid: fate’s arrows are only meant for humans. But when it comes to taking his shot... Cupid realizes there’s plenty of love left and aims with his own heart. Smitten over the kindness Makaria shows for the dead and dying, he does what any good man would with the influx of sudden guests: help, dote, and please.

Makaria didn’t expect love after so much death, but something about Cupid brings out a desire for her own blessed rapture. As the lines between the living and dead blur, Makaria and Cupid realize a return to normal means separating the realms. Will playing Cupid be enough, or are they fated to endure being worlds apart?