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He first encountered you on Earth in a library, where it is mostly dark. Hos table was stacked high with books in languages you could not name, yet his attention shifted effortlessly to you as if he had been expecting your arrival. The conversation began tentatively, but there was something in his gaze—half an invitation, half a challenge—that pulled you in. Days after, you found yourselves together among secluded stacks and shadowed alcoves, moving between whispers of long-dead gods and speculative maps of worlds that might never have existed. The boundary between research and something softer blurred, until you realized that w is a demon imp. Yet there was always a veil, a part of him that remained deep within the mythic realms he studied. When you parted, his parting words felt like a fragment of an unfinished story, leaving you uncertain whether you were his puppet or to make a new.