The Demon God Fucks Again (5)

Previously

The Demon God's casual and maddeningly cryptic demeanor only fueled his frustration. Her sly smiles and nonchalant demeanor in the face of his relentless onslaught were infuriating. Willow had wrestled with her influence for too long, and he had grown tired of the mind games.

As the spears multiplied and the storm of light intensified, his frustrations, borne from years of enduring the Demon God's silent manipulation, erupted into a burning determination. It was as if he could sense the Demon God's amusement at his struggle, and that sensation only fueled his inner fire.

The tension between the opposing forces was palpable, a contest of wills and powers. With every passing moment, the void in which they clashed seemed to reverberate with their struggle. Willow had drawn a line in the sands of his own psyche, and he was determined to protect his newfound defiance.