The Devil is the Villainess

Prologue

The devil, known for her ruthlessness and cunning, had once reveled in deceiving and manipulating unsuspecting humans in her own time. The thrill of toying with their emotions and exploiting their vulnerabilities had been her source of amusement, leaving a trail of broken spirits in her wake. Mocking their ignorance had been her twisted delight.

Yet, an unforeseen twist of fate transported her into the very world she had merely read about out of boredom. Now, she found herself inhabiting the life of Medea, the novel's antagonist and a villainess with a destiny steeped in treachery. The devil's accustomed smirk lingered on her lips as she savored the irony of her new existence.

With a languid click of her tongue, she leaned back into the plush cushions, her eyes tracing the words on the page with an otherworldly intensity. Amidst the unfolding narrative, a memory surged to the forefront of her mind — Caelus, the audacious human magician who dared to approach her in this fictional realm.

A wistful smile played on her lips as she recalled the first encounter with the daring human. Caelus had been the anomaly, the unexpected variable in her centuries-old existence. His boldness had intrigued her, and against her better judgment, a flicker of curiosity had ignited within her non-existent heart.

As she continued to read, the lines between reality and fiction blurred in her mind. The once omnipotent devil now found herself entangled in a tale where the boundaries of her emotions were tested, and as she navigates the blurred lines between villainy and heroism, discovered that sometimes the greatest battles are fought within the chambers of the heart.

In the dimly lit chamber, Medea then stood before the grand window, its heavy curtains drawn back to reveal the tranquil night outside. With measured steps, she approached the window, its wooden frame creaking softly as she pushed it open, allowing a cool breeze to infiltrate the room. Beyond lay her balcony, a small oasis amidst the darkness.

As she stepped onto the balcony, a wry smirk played across Medea's lips, her gaze drawn to a figure amidst the shadows beyond. "When are you going to stay put, Caelus?" she murmured, amusement dancing in her voice like fireflies in the night.

Silver threads woven by celestial hands,

A gentle rustle stirred the silence, drawing her attention to the ancient tree standing sentinel outside her window. There, perched upon a branch, was the figure of a man with hair-like strands of silver and eyes of the deepest amethyst. Their eyes locked, and a serene smile graced his lips, casting an otherworldly glow upon his features. Medea's heart fluttered like leaves caught in a sudden gust of wind.

a handsome face that rivals the stars, catching the moon's glow as if it were a mere reflection of his own radiance.

Her mind lingered on the ethereal image of Caelus, whose long silver hair cascaded like strands of moonlight, and his eyes, a captivating shade of purple, gleamed beneath the moon's gentle caress. In the quiet of her chamber, a contemplative smile played upon her lips.

With a graceful leap, Caelus descended from his arboreal perch, his feet touching down upon the balcony's stone floor with scarcely a sound. Medea, arms crossed, regarded him with a furrowed brow. "What brings you here in the dead of night?" she inquired, her tone tinged with suspicion.

Caelus's smile remained unwavering as he met her gaze. "I've come to pay you a visit," he replied, his voice as soft as the night breeze.

A disbelieving scoff escaped Medea's lips. "Sure," she retorted, turning to depart. Yet before she could take a single step, Caelus enveloped her in a gentle embrace from behind, his touch a tender caress against her skin. Startled, Medea tensed as his whispered words washed over her like a wave crashing upon the shore. "I miss you," he confessed, his voice a bittersweet melody in the stillness of the night.