Weapon of Choice (Enyo)
A lot of people didn't like the things that Bia made them do. They knew it was wrong, but the strength that fell behind the yearning to do it was all that she needed. The small push she administered at the end wasn't much work. Sometimes it did take work. Sometimes she had to sit on a person for weeks to get them to do what they wanted to do. She was usually much more about immediate gratification, but seeing her hard work come to fruition was always rewarding.
Mortals didn't always understand just how hard it was just to do what they want. Some people felt that the ones who did were free and reckless. They felt they didn't care, but Bia knew better. They had to struggle with their choices even if the repercussions came way later in their lives. Not that Bia cared about any of that.
She just wanted them to get over whatever was holding them back. She knew what they want and gave them the extra kick to get the job done.
Cupid had an arrow. Bia had a gun. The one she had adopted was a pretty old model and she felt she should trade it in for a new one. The only problem was that she wasn't big on non melee weaponry. That meant she had to go to someone who kept up with them and could give her sound advice on a new model to carry.
That was when her next stop came into mind. Slipping off the street, she came to the doors of Enyo's temple and pressed one open with her hand. "Auntie~," she called out in a playful tone as she stuck her head into the room. "It's me Bia!"