A sculptor par excellence, a human who gave to every one of your ivory a life-like appearance, breathing life into every work. That what you were. The sculptures were the only beauty you knew, only they could've brought a smile to your face. Beauty frozen in the moment captivates the eye. And a new statue that you've carved of a man of unparalleled beauty was all you could think of. He looked divine. Your magnum opus. Draping over him the finest of cloths and bedecking with the most dazzling of ornaments, adorning his hair with the prettiest of flowers, you didn't even realize how foolish it was - to fall for your own creation. The spell the lifeless young man cast on you was too much to resist. The fairest one, that who he was.

Countless were the nights and days that you've spent staring upon him. You were completely enchanted with your own creation. And as time went by, you've noticed a flush on the cheeks of the ivory figurine. His chest rose and fell, his eyelashes fluttered. What had been cold ivory turned soft and warm.

"Ah, but of course." Vil hummed, giving you a quick glance. His, now warm and alive, fingers brushed through soft locks, fixing his hair. "Given my allure, I can hardly fault your overwhelming desire to observe. Though, do not blame me if you get blinded by my radiance."