𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐃È 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇È | various! yandere m. x devil! reader f.

#[ .𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝é𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞. ]#

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 "𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗘! -don't!!! 𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗧—"

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and she's dead. Ah no.

profound in another universe.

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In the depths of literary realms, where words intertwine with infinite possibilities, I, Eclise, find myself burdened with the weight of my celestial duty.

For countless eons, I have stood as the vigilant guardian, the God of words, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance within the pages of existence.

Alas, this tale is not one of divine triumph, but rather a lamentation of weariness and missteps.

With each passing era, my weary soul becomes entangled in the intricate tapestry of narratives, my fingers treading the delicate threads that shape the fabric of worlds.

Yet, as the millennia dance like ethereal specters before my tired eyes, a perpetual exhaustion has settled upon my being, like a heavy fog clouding my divine sight.

Oh, the irony! The irony that the God of words should find himself lost amidst the labyrinthine corridors of his own creation.

An unfortunate twist of fate, I confess, as I sought to ensnare the Lust devil, (y/n), within the confines of my sacred book. The grand design was to rid the realms of her wicked influence, but fate, with its mischievous grin, had other plans in store.

In a moment of egregious oversight, my  fingers faltered, and the scribe's ink found solace in the wrong tome.

A small misstep, one might say, but its consequences echoed with the weight of a thousand sonnets.

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The Lust devil, confined not within her intended prison, but within the pages of Lumièra; Love Eclipse, a tale of tender affection beneath Luna's silvery gaze. Oh, the absurdity of it all!
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As the cosmic gears turn, I find myself caught in a predicament both vexing and comical. The devil, ever the devious trickster, now walks amidst star-crossed lovers, wielding her beguiling charm with mischievous glee.

And I, Eclise, resigned to my role as a bemused spectator, watch as the threads of fate unravel in a dance of chaos and desire.

Humor, they say, is the balm that eases the weariness of the soul. And so, with a wry smile, I embrace the irony of my plight.

For what better way to find solace in the weight of my celestial mantle than to witness the interplay of passion and manipulation within the realm of love?

A comedy, unfolding with a twinkle in the eyes of the gods, as I, the tired Keeper, stumble through the realms, hoping, perhaps, to find respite in laughter's embrace.

In this series of missteps and seduction, where devilish allure collides with the fragility of hearts, I, Eclise, shall bear witness, my weary soul finding solace amidst the enigmatic dance of fate.