Death

Reeva sweated profusely; the god had been lenient so far, but he knew he needed to tell the full story.

"My maid and I... we were both transforming into demons."

"And you're still in control?" the god asked, his tone neutral but curious.

"I have a power that lets me drain mystic force and turn a person back to normal."

"Wow." The middle-aged man's eyes filled with interest. "I haven't seen that kind of power before. Your belief must be strong."

"It's half my belief and half the power of the Void..."

Before Reeva could finish, the man's expression changed again, this time far more serious. The reeds around them began to flutter, and pale yellow flames ignited, creating a scorching atmosphere.

The heat quickly reached Reeva, searing his skin. He tried to move, but the pressure was still weighing him down, leaving him no choice but to sit there, helpless and in pain.

"Agh... what... agh!"