In the dimly lit confines of Caelus's magic room, the air hummed with an undercurrent of tension, the delicate balance of their exchange teetering on the precipice of confrontation. The soft glow of arcane sigils danced across the walls, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow that mirrored the complexities of their discourse.Caelus, his arms crossed in a gesture of casual defiance, leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, his expression one of mild amusement tinged with a hint of skepticism. "Your world surely is boring," he remarked, his words laden with the weight of unspoken judgment.Seated opposite him, Medea's eyes narrowed in response to his comment, a spark of defiance igniting within her crimson gaze. "It's not," she retorted, her tone sharp with defiance. "The humans there are so easy to exploit, unlike in this world. I find myself grappling with the intricacies of every interaction."Caelus pressed his lips into a thin line, his features betraying a semblance of concern mingled with curiosity. "Of course, it would be," he countered, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of reproach. "Devils like you only know how to tempt humans into ruin. Why not try something different for a change?"Medea's brows furrowed in consternation at his suggestion, her resolve unyielding in the face of his subtle admonishment. "You want me to try something different?" she challenged, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. "Are you forgetting that it's my very nature to harvest human souls?"Caelus met her gaze with unwavering composure, his tone measured and deliberate. "Yes, but you're no longer living in your world and your life here is different," he reminded her, his words carrying the weight of an unspoken truth.Medea's expression, a blend of irritation and begrudging amusement, betrayed her growing vexation with Caelus's provocations. The magician, fully aware of the agitation he'd incited, simply offered her a knowing look, one that spoke volumes of his understanding of her predicament.As he casually adjusted his posture, his movements graceful and deliberate, Caelus tucked a strand of his silver hair behind his ear. The action was simple yet carried with it an air of elegance, reflecting the calm and composed demeanor that seemed to be his natural state. He then crossed his legs, settling into a position that suggested both comfort and a readiness to delve deeper into their conversation."What I'm suggesting," Caelus began, his voice steady and imbued with a hint of earnestness, "is that you might find it beneficial to learn the nuances of social interaction in this world. Especially considering your current... accommodation within a human vessel," he continued, his choice of words deliberate, aiming to nudge Medea towards a path less trodden by her kind.Medea let out a sigh, a mixture of resignation and curiosity coloring her tone. "So, you're aware of that too, huh?" she queried, a note of surprise creeping into her voice. It was clear that Caelus's insights into her situation had taken her off guard. "Just how much do you know about me?" she mused, more to herself than to him, as a brief silence fell between them."Anyway," she finally continued, breaking the brief pause with a shake of her head, "I don't think I could do what you're suggesting." Her words were laced with a hint of defiance, yet underneath lay an undercurrent of uncertainty, a rare admission of doubt from a being accustomed to wielding power with impunity.At this moment, the dynamic between them shifted subtly, revealing layers of complexity in their interaction. Caelus, with his calm demeanor and insightful suggestions, stood as a challenge to Medea's usual way of existence, while Medea, despite her initial resistance, seemed to be considering his words, however reluctantly. The exchange marked a departure from their earlier antagonism, opening the door to a realm of possibilities neither had anticipated.But why should I listen to a mortal like him? What a waste of time.Medea, sensing the time for her departure was nigh, smoothly rose from her seated position. The movement was fluid, a testament to her supernatural grace. "My time is up. I need to go," she declared, her voice carrying a weight of seriousness that contrasted sharply with the more playful banter that had preceded this moment.Caelus, who had been observing her with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, acknowledged her decision with a resigned sigh, "Alright." His response was simple, yet it conveyed an understanding of the inevitability of her departure.Yet, Medea wasn't one to leave without having the last word. She offered Caelus a sly smile, her head tilting in a manner that was both teasing and seductive. "You know, my offer is still up," she reminded him, her voice dripping with an allure that was difficult to ignore.Caelus, however, remained unmoved by her temptations. Raising his hand in a gesture that signaled a firm refusal, he responded, "No, thank you." His tone was polite yet final, a clear indication of his resolve not to be swayed by her provocations.Medea's response was a chuckle, light and unbothered as if she had anticipated his refusal all along. As she turned to leave, she threw over her shoulder a playful, "I'll be visiting you another time~" Her words hung in the air, a promise or perhaps a threat, leaving a lingering sense of anticipation for their next encounter.Then, in a moment as fleeting as her presence had been intriguing, Medea vanished from the room. Her departure was as enigmatic as her arrival, leaving behind a space that felt immediately emptier without her vibrant energy. Caelus was left to ponder the implications of her parting words, the silence of the room enveloping him as he contemplated the inevitable future encounters with the devilish visitor who had so swiftly ensnared his interest.After Medea's departure, the room seemed to hold a brief silence, a stark contrast to the lively exchange that had filled it moments before. Caelus left alone with his thoughts, couldn't help but let a small, amused smirk spread across his face. The air still hummed with the remnants of their conversation, and her final words echoed softly in the vastness of his magical chamber."I guess, I'll see you again," he whispered to himself, his voice barely louder than a murmur yet filled with a certain expectancy. The statement was more than just a casual remark; it was an acknowledgment of the undeniable intrigue Medea had sparked within him. Despite his outward dismissal of her propositions, Caelus couldn't deny the curiosity that her presence had ignited.The magical room, filled with ancient tomes and artifacts that glimmered with latent power, seemed to absorb his words, lending them a sense of significance. Around him, the shadows cast by the flickering lights danced as if in response to the possibility of Medea's return. Caelus, the head magician who had secluded himself for centuries, found himself pondering the implications of encountering a being from another world.He ran a hand through his silver locks, a gesture that spoke of contemplation and a hint of anticipation. The thought of Medea, a devil in human form, challenging the norms of his existence and the rules of this world, was both a threat and an exhilarating prospect.In the silence of his chamber, surrounded by the mystique of his magical artifacts, Caelus couldn't help but feel a stir of excitement at the thought of their next meeting. The prospect of delving into the unknown, of understanding more about Medea and her world, offered a challenge he hadn't faced in many lifetimes. But then, something suddenly bugged him.As Medea stepped out of the imposing tower, the weight of her encounter with Caelus lingered heavily in her thoughts, a persistent echo that refused to dissipate. She found herself replaying their conversation, dissecting each word and gesture with a scrutiny born of intrigue and curiosity. Caelus had proven to be unlike any other human she had encountered—defiant, unyielding, and shamelessly bold in his approach."He's not ordinary."Lost in her contemplation, Medea's steps faltered momentarily as the world around her was cloaked in shadow. Furrowing her brows, she cast her gaze skyward, her crimson eyes widening in awe as she beheld the celestial spectacle unfolding above. The moon, a radiant orb suspended in the heavens, slowly encroached upon the fiery brilliance of the sun, casting a veil of darkness over the land below.The solar eclipse unfolded with breathtaking precision, the moon's silhouette gradually engulfing the sun in a celestial dance that captivated the senses. Shadows danced upon the earth, painting the landscape in hues of twilight as day surrendered to night in a display of cosmic grandeur.Mesmerized by the sight above, Medea scarcely noticed the presence that materialized beside her until a hand gently covered her eyes, shielding them from the blinding brilliance of the celestial event. A voice, familiar yet tinged with an enigmatic allure, whispered in her ear, "Don't look at it."Startled, Medea recognized the voice immediately, its timbre resonating with a familiarity that sent for the first time a shiver down her spine. Slowly, she removed the hand from her eyes, turning to behold the figure that stood beside her.Their eyes met, Medea's crimson gaze locking onto Caelus's enigmatic purple eyes.Medea's gaze locked with Caelus's, and a sudden wave of dizziness swept over her, causing the world around her to blur and sway. With a stumble, she found herself teetering on the edge of instability, her senses overwhelmed by the disorienting effects of the solar eclipse. Instinctively, Caelus reached out, his strong grasp steadying her trembling form."Hey, don't tell me you..." Caelus began, his voice laced with concern as he observed her distress. But before he could finish his sentence, Medea's eyes squeezed shut, a grimace of discomfort contorting her features. With a trembling hand pressed against her temple, she grimaced in begrudging acknowledgment, "My eyes hurt, and I feel nauseous."It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that grated against the very core of her being. Medea was accustomed to exerting control over her surroundings, yet this sudden vulnerability left her feeling exposed and unsettled.Caelus, his expression etched with a mixture of frustration and empathy, sighed heavily as he regarded her with a sense of resignation. "That's because you looked at the eclipse. You shouldn't have done that," he admonished gently, his words carrying the weight of wisdom born from years of solitary contemplation.Medea, however, bristled at the implication of her own folly, her pride wounded by the harsh reality of her predicament. "What an absurdity—hey!" she began, her retort cut short by the unexpected sensation of being lifted into Caelus's arms.Her protests fell on deaf ears as Caelus, driven by a sense of urgency, cradled her securely against his chest. "What are you doing, you foolish human?!" Medea exclaimed, her voice a mixture of indignation and discomfort. Despite the blur that clouded her vision, she could sense his presence, his warmth radiating against her skin.Her hands reached out instinctively, seeking purchase against the uncertainty that surrounded her. Finally, her fingers found purchase against the curve of his neck, her grip tightening with a mix of frustration and determination. "Put me down," she demanded, her tone tinged with a hint of defiance, even as her body betrayed her with its weakness.The blur that clouded her vision seemed to intensify, rendering her unable to see him. With furrowed brows, he regarded her with a mixture of frustration and genuine worry."You can't even see me properly," Caelus remarked boldly, his voice tinged with a note of exasperation. He frowned down at her, his gaze searching for any sign of recognition in her troubled eyes. "And I think you should stop doing that."Despite his admonition, Medea seemed determined to maintain her hold, her fingers digging into the curve of his neck with an intensity that belied her human form. Caelus, ever mindful of her distress, felt a pang of sympathy tug at his heartstrings. He knew all too well the discomfort she was experiencing, the disorientation that came with gazing upon the forbidden spectacle of a solar eclipse.As a magician, Caelus possessed a deep understanding of the intricacies of the arcane, a mastery of powers that granted him control over the elements themselves. With his magical prowess, could maintain his ability to breathe without difficulty.He couldn't overlook the inexplicable strength in her grip, a strength that seemed incongruous with her mortal frame.With a resigned sigh, Caelus made a decision borne of necessity. Unable to bear witness to her distress any longer, he summoned forth the wellspring of his magical abilities, channeling its energy with a focus born of desperation. With a gentle wave of his hand, he cast a soothing enchantment, allowing the tendrils of magic to weave their way into Medea's consciousness."How dare you use your magic on me..."A sense of calm descended upon her like a comforting blanket, her eyelids growing heavy with the weight of sleep. Despite her resistance, the pull of slumber proved irresistible, drawing her into its embrace with a gentle yet insistent force.As Medea's breathing steadied and her features softened in repose, Caelus watched her with relief and apprehension. The lines of tension that had marred his expression eased slightly, replaced by a sense of quiet resolve.In the stillness of the moment, as the shadows of twilight enveloped them in their embrace, Caelus remained ever vigilant, his gaze fixed upon the sleeping form of the enigmatic visitor who had stirred the depths of his soul.So troublesome.