The Devil Is The Villainess (✔)

Epilogue

Lycoris stood in a daze, her mind swirling with questions and emotions she could barely contain. She was stunned, disoriented by Caelus's unexpected appearance in this desolate realm. Her heart raced as she grappled with the impossibility of it all. 

How could Caelus have found his way into this timeline, into her world—into her very soul—once more? She stared at him, a mix of disbelief and curiosity clouding her thoughts. Her memories of the past were tangled and fragmented, yet something in his gaze told her that he was different from the rest of those who had come and gone. There was a depth to him, a familiarity that tugged at the edges of her mind.

Unbeknownst to Lycoris, Caelus Valentine was not just any ordinary man who had wandered into her domain. 

He, too, was a transmigrator, a soul who had crossed the boundaries of time and space. 

But unlike Lycoris, who had been reborn as the Devil with no memory of her past life, Caelus had carried the weight of his previous existence with him. 

He was the reincarnation of the first timeline's Caelus, the very same magician of the obsidian tower who had once stood at the pinnacle of power in the Genovian Empire. The memories of his past life as a powerful magician had never faded; they had followed him like a shadow, haunting him even as he lived out his new life as a seemingly ordinary human being in the modern world.

It was Caelus who had penned the fateful Book of Paradise, a tome that told the story of the Genovian Empire and the rise and fall of its greatest figures. He had written it not as a mere recounting of history, but as a way to preserve the essence of a world that had once been his own—a world that had crumbled to ashes, much like Lycoris's own heart. 

In crafting this narrative, Caelus had unknowingly become the creator of the world they had both transmigrated into.

But the story did not end there. During his days as a human, living an ordinary life in a world that was far removed from the magic and wonder of his past, Caelus had been visited by a mysterious figure. 

The Divine Deity, the creator of all beings, had appeared before him, disguised as a humble old woman. Her eyes held the wisdom of millennia, and her presence was both comforting and unsettling. She had approached Caelus with a purpose, one that would change the course of his life forever.

The Deity had somehow taken possession of the Book of Paradise, the very manuscript Caelus had painstakingly written and had secretly cast a spell upon it. The spell was ancient and powerful, woven with the threads of destiny itself. It was a spell that would bind Caelus to the world he had created, drawing him into the very pages of his own story. 

And so, one fateful day, as Caelus had been reading the book, he had felt a sudden, overwhelming force pulling him in. The world around him had blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he had been sucked into the very world he had once only imagined.

When Caelus found himself in the Book of Paradise, it was like waking up from a dream only to find himself in another. The Deity had appeared to him once more, this time in her true form, and had revealed to him the nature of the trial he now faced. 

The only way for Caelus to return to the real world, she had told him, was to discover what he lacked. "You are powerful," the Deity had said, her voice echoing with the weight of eternity, "but what is it that you lack?"

At first, Caelus had been puzzled by her words. As the head magician of the obsidian tower, he possessed immense power and knowledge, far beyond what most could even comprehend. 

He had commanded legions of spirits, bent the very elements to his will, and held the secrets of the universe in his hands. But as he pondered the Deity's question, he realized with a jolt that despite all his power, there was something fundamental that he lacked—something that even his vast magic could not conjure. It was something to cherish, something to hold close to his heart.