Medea × Deon crossover

Chapter 58

Medea sighs, as she sits on the chair where only the head of the Solon can. She perches like she owns the place as she looks down on her own father. Her biological father is bruised and wounded, staining the carpet red.

"How dirty, you blemish the carpet".

She stands up from the chair and walks towards her father who is kneeling.

"Do you know what happens to does who dare vandalize the mansion, not just any mere mansion but the Solon?".

Shiver and paleness are only seen from the head as he dares not look down.

"He is killed".

Gasp, escapes from Thesion after he is wide awake up from his nightmare. His pillow is soaked in sweat and his back is not dry. He breathed so deeply trying to compose himself. What a horrible nightmare he had. Glad it won't come true, right?

The moon is still up in the sky with the stars dazzling and twinkling, such a peaceful scenery that makes you fall asleep from how nonvocal it is, but Thesion is the opposite of the silent night, he is shaking from paranoia even the slight breeze of the wind he flinches thinking it is danger lurking in to torture him, he is a mess as he hides under the duvet to at least make himself safe but it doesn't help at all. He could not even blink due to how realistic his dream is, he has to be cautious many can happen at night.

It was a terrifying night for him but the day made it worse when he saw his daughter eating with him.

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

Medea points out the bags under her dad's eyes. The color of his eye bags is dark purple to black, he looks like he smudged his eyeliner.

"Busy with work"

Thesion lies. Medea doesn't believe it, she stares at him and speaks.

"Overworking yourself can lead to stress which can cause insomnia, how about drinking tea before you sleep, or burning some scented candles?"

She suggests with a tone of worry. Thesion places his cutlery on the plate and then proceeds to think.

'Medea seems worried about me, pathetic showing how vulnerable she gets over such a thing'.

"No need to worry about it"

He says, proceeding to eat the remaining food on his plate. The lady stares at him and nods, but of course, she won't listen to him since later that night the purple-haired woman gives the personal maid of his father some scented candles with the remarks "It will help him sleep better. I recommend placing it on the dressing table instead of the nightstand, as the scent might be too strong for him. Allow the air to circulate so the fragrance gently spreads throughout the room." 

The maid does her job and lights the scented candle after placing it where it should be. The aromatic is just a cheap junk that Medea bought that afternoon. The aroma is citrus fruits nothing special since it isn't the main character of the show but a supporting role.

The strategy is simple yet ingenious: The candle is positioned far away from the bed so that Thesion won't notice the wax shimmering while he walks to the sleep station. The scent will gradually fill the area with an enigmatic bouquet that piques his interest as it slowly spreads throughout the space. He'll be wondering where the aroma is coming from as it permeates the air, but since it's the middle of the night, the darkness will make it difficult for him to see. When an unknown smell suddenly appears in this little area, it will cause anxiety and paranoia.

Thesion, disoriented and half-asleep, will strain to understand what's happening. The closed room will amplify his confusion; he'll wonder why a new and unexpected scent has invaded his sanctuary. His mind, clouded by sleep and confusion, will start to conjure up all sorts of wild theories. Perhaps he'll think that something sinister has crept in while he was unaware, heightening his sense of dread. When he finally spots the flickering flame of the candle, it will send his heart racing, leading him to believe that something—perhaps even something monstrous—has snuck into his room.

At this critical moment, the main character will make their dramatic entrance: Roxana's cannibal butterfly look-alike. Medea had meticulously designed the candle with painted glass, creating an illusion of a glowing dark butterfly that mirrors the haunting beauty of her dear friend's insects. The delicate brushwork and intricate details will catch Thesion's eye, and his mind will be tricked into thinking he's staring at a man-eating butterfly. The blend of fear and confusion will be palpable as he grapples with the surreal image before him.

As the nights unfold, this unsettling ritual will play out repeatedly, slowly eroding Thesion's ability to rest. Each time he encounters the candle's glow and the haunting scent, he'll sink deeper into paranoia, robbed of the restful sleep he desperately needs. The cumulative effect will leave him increasingly fatigued and unable to think clearly. His once sharp mind will begin to falter, replaced by a fog of confusion and folly. This spiraling descent into madness will not only affect his judgment but also alter his perception of reality, blurring the lines between what is real and what is imagined.

In the end, the carefully crafted plan will serve its purpose: not only will it torment Thesion's sleep, but it will also lead him down a path of irrational thoughts and impulsive actions, setting the stage for the unfolding drama that will change the course of his life forever.

As the plan progresses, the head of Solon's mental and physical health weakens causing an easy strike.

With each passing day, Medea smiles seeing how horrible his father has looked- he looks like the Walking Dead who is yet to have his revenge on someone he deeply hates.

'I wonder how long he will fumble'.

Medea thinks as she watches her dad from afar, she stands up from her seat on the gazebo.

"It is time to add more of his suffering"

She went back inside the mansion and walks into her room. She sits down and writes a letter to Roxana on how her side is going and if they are now able to jump to their next step, she suddenly drops the pen and looks outside her window. Something has just happened, she takes her paperweight in hand as she approaches the window. 

"I sensed you, get out". 

The aura is familiar but the person won't come out and show himself. 

"Are you suddenly a shy person?".

She teases, walks towards her entrance door, and locks it.

"It's locked, no one will hear you and we are alone, come out"

Her eyes are sharp on the mystery aura that is about to show itself, but her eyes enlarge when she sees who that aura belongs to. 

"Miss me?".

EROS

Medea's face turns pale at the unexpected visit of the last person she wants to see.

"You are not even happy to see me? Were you not head over heels with me in the past?".

The cunning man smiles as he approaches Deon's lady. Medea's face crunches as her face shows hatred.

"I just need you for something, to lure someone in".

Eros swiftly runs towards Medea, the lady puts up a fight and slams the paperweight onto his head aiming for brain injury, Eros is already brain-damaged from the start so a little more won't even hurt him. But the man dodges and kicks Medea off her feet and proceeds to cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief containing a sleeping drug, the lady's unconscious body falls onto Eros's arms as he effortlessly catches her. His eyes gleamed with possession and obsession.

"I just need to overthrow someone who is taking my lady's love from me".

He talks to Medea even when he knows she can't hear or respond.