Starrie's Chambers

Before you could react, he giggled, patting you on the head.

"Silly Starlight! 'Tis but a jest, do pardon this poor librarian for scaring you so! Come, come, worry not that beautiful mind with such details!"

Sun kissed your hand in a gentlemanly manner, leading you towards the area containing comfortable reading rooms with ceilings adorned with crescent moons, stars twinkling, gentle classical music being played. One might even think of taking a nap after a reading session in such a location. Nevertheless, each time you wished to ask whether there was a lunar-themed counterpart, Sun would distract you with new wonders.

Curious and wishing to learn more, you had attempted to explore on your own, asking Sun to fetch certain novels for you. As he did so, you began to wander, disobeying his command ("just sit right here and don't move").

Meandering halls had become darker, sepulchral, distant echoes of the damned present in each corridor. You had gotten lost, there was no doubt of that. The penumbral corridors had become haunted, stairs disappearing, windows opening to distorted dimensions. Overcome by panic, you had bumped into a bookshelf, making several tomes fall, the pages having a mind of their own as they turned and turned, demonic entities reaching out with clawed hands, grabbing you by the ankles. Terror engulfed you as they began to drag you within the book.

"Help! Sun! Anyone!"

Closing your eyes, you did not see the grandiose guardian approaching, golden eyes glowing, intent to punish the demons that had dared to lay their hands upon you. A swift movement of his fingers and the tomes had turned to ash, the beings within sent to oblivion. Four arms cradled you, holding you close. A dark voice purred into your ear.

"Has Sunny not warned you not to wander on your own in these haunted halls, little moth? The archives are a forbidden and dangerous place. Was the warmth of the flame so irresistible? Tender are your wings, gentle is your soul, you have much to learn before you gain the power to tame monsters."

Clinging to your saviour, you looked upwards, entranced with his regal beauty. One might describe him as quite similar to Sun in appearance, yet his stature was imposing, rays sharper, numerous, akin to a crown adorning his dark features, eyes of gold, teeth reminiscent of razors. A cloak billowed around him, the fabric seemingly having a mind of its own. You struggled to form coherent thought.

"W-what? What was, what the-...you know what, I am honestly not even going to comment on the special effects budget this library has. Pardon me, sir, I did not mean to intrude in your department. I am Y/N. Mister Sun was giving me a tour, but I...well, I wandered off without his knowledge."

Sun's high-pitched voice was heard as he appeared in the corridor.

"Sly little minx! Disobedient little rulebreaker! What did I say? Hmmmm?"

You pouted. "Technically you only said there was only one rule."

Sun made a huff, before smiling kindly once more.

"I see you have already met the Archivist of this fine establishment, my dear Starlight. Eclipse is a true magician when it comes to dealing with unruly scripts and capricious ancient secrets. However, should you ever wish to discover that which is Forbidden, you will need a special Pass. Which you are definitely not ready for!"

As if taking back a beloved toy, Sun had stolen you from Eclipse's arms, much to the older brother's chagrin. Eclipse leaned over to speak, his voice low enough only for Sun to hear.

"Sunny, such haste, the precious starry moth belongs to all of us equally. Be gentle as you lure their divine soul into our clutches, the web of a spider must equally use the tricks of light and the cover of shadow. "

"All in due time, brother dearest, have faith."

Dazed from such an eventful day, and amazed at the achievements of modern "technology" that had allowed libraries to have such intensely realistic special effects for an immersive experience, you placed a pile of chosen books on Sun's desk, waiting for him to scan them.

"Remember, Starlight..."

"Yes, yes, I will return them on time."

You did not notice when Sun had secretly slipped a small book into your coat pocket. It would spell your doom and sing of your entrapment.

Days and weeks had passed. You had diligently returned all of the books you had taken from the Celestial Library, thinking you had no debt to be repaid, your record perfectly clean. Blissfully unaware of your time running out, the tiny book happily resting within your coat pocket. Each second that had passed whispered of what was to come. Shadows would move along the walls, sinister giggles of a dark jester present in the night, red eyes set upon you, desiring you, waiting, yearning.

On a dark and thunderous night, the final second had passed. You were all comfortable in bed, dreaming, delectable. The ominous lunar librarian grinning at you. Time was up.

"Naughty, naughty, you must be punished..."

Silken crimson ribbons were wrapped around your wrists, gentle, yet firm. You yawned cutely as you felt yourself being lifted as a new bride as Moon held you in his strong arms. Deeming it to be a mere dream and a product of insane stories, you merely nuzzled his chest, returning to sleep.

Moon purred, admiring you, adoring you, carrying you away, back to the Celestial Library where you had always belonged. His dark raspy voice was carried by the wind as he spoke softly: