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Alice watches as Rin’s fingers dance along the cutting board. The sounds of the knife hitting the board create a graceful melody, a song of creation. His smile is infectious, warm and bright. And as Rin draws Alice closer to teach her a new cooking technique, her smile becomes as bright as his.

They create a masterpiece of a meal together, something that could only be created with a love that glowed like home. A glow like a beacon, a lighthouse guiding a ship to safety, through the rocky waves onto calm shores. Rin guided Alice to safety, to a warm embrace of home, with an infectious smile as bright as the sun.

Alice watches as Amaimon's claws rake into the earth. His body leaping into the air with the grace of an angel, something full of harmony. Flowers sprouting from where he stood, a cacophony of colours, his soul singing in a cry of belonging.

Alice felt herself lifted, held by the earth that carried life in its heart, then settled in its loving embrace. And as Alice gazed down at the oasis from atop the roof, her fear overpowered by the awe of what earth made for her. Amaimon gazed down at Alice, a smile gracing his normally expressionless face, his eyes shining with the adoration of a thousand stars.

Later, when the sky begins to fall, they both begin to weave flowers upon flowers into crowns of majesty. Some of the flowers were Alice’s, sprouts made from the love she held close to her chest, the others were of Amaimons, the special ones that grew from his heart.

Alice may have shown Amaimon the world's beauty, its twists and turns that wind upon humanity, but as Amaimon placed his crown upon Alice’s head, moonlight cascading down from his shoulders, he knew that the true beauty of the earth will always be Alice. 

Mephisto watches. He watches as Alice soars around on Komori, with a smile so free and full of bliss. He watches as Alice transforms into a bat for the first time, the second time, the third time, he watches every time she does it and he couldn’t be prouder. He watches as Alice lights on fire and dances in its warmth because it’s hers. He watches as she stops time, and even though it may have only been for 5 minutes, the joy that she shows from doing it will stay with him for his entire life.

He watches everything she does, every-time she shines brighter than the stars in the sky, every-time her happiness radiates from her like the sun, every-time her shadows are hugged by her light akin to the moon. He watches her and cannot help but feel that her soul is the home his heart has always wished for.

Alice watches Mephisto. She always has. She’s always looked at him and seen radiance. Seen how though he may shine with a darkness, a glow with sunset hues as black as night, he’s always shined brighter than humanity could hope to achieve.

She watches every-time he transforms into a dog and stays in the form if only to be held by her. She watches every-time he finds a new anime to watch, the joy that runs across his face as he truly laughs without care for facade. She watches every-time he seems to talk to thin air, creating jokes that may make no sense to her, but to him they are the world.

She watches everything he does, how his eyes shine with stars from galaxies away, how his laugh chimes like a crackling summers ray, how his voice caresses over the shadows moonlight yearns to touch. She watches everything he does and cannot help but feel that his heart is the home her soul has always wished for. 

Alice and Mephisto dance under the stars, so enraptured in each other as if they are the only two in the world. There is music in the background, it’s crescendo gaining intensity each beat. Their hands intertwined, hearts growing closer every minute. Time is stopped around them, and yet it feels like time is moving faster than ever. It is a moment of tranquility, a peaceful symphony with steps of meaning. Mephisto gives Alice a twirl, her dress flows around her as if to lift her off the ground. And she does for a moment, a slight jump in her step landing her back into Mephistos arms. He holds her, it feels like years have gone by as they gaze into each other's eyes in adoration, but it’s only a moment.

The crescendo finally softens into a peaceful lull. A soft melody that was uniquely theirs. Alice is glowing, a gentle hue of pinks forged from belief. Horns on fire as if to create a crown, something so innately demonic and yet all Mephisto could see was the definition of divine. Princess, he liked to call her, that name could never ring more true as it did now.

Alice felt Mephistos gaze soften as he looked at her, somehow filled with more affection than thought possible. She knew that he couldn’t light aflame, but the glow he radiated was something so much more than a spark of fire could hope to achieve. It was dark, a brooding sort of radiance that reached out to all corners of the world. It was almost like an Eclipse, something so all consuming and yet a wonder the world rarely got to see. Mephisto has always been her world, and she has always been his. Together, they create the universe, together they hold what’s most. Together they are united, the heart and soul.

The scale that tips, from the combination of the Sun and the Moon, the exorcists and the demons, is always moving. The scale often weighs down towards one side, only to be wrenched up to fall into the other. But overtime, the weight has equalized. Sometimes it still dipped far enough to be worrisome, but most often it was in a lull.

Recently however, both sides plummeted, somehow the sun and moon are both in favor. This is called an Eclipse. An instance where heart and soul are united. An instance only soulmates could hope to achieve. And soulmates are prophetic, are they not?