Previously
As Willow's cries gradually subsided, he became aware of the profound silence that enveloped them. The void itself seemed to echo his turmoil, an ever-present witness to the mysteries and challenges that lay ahead.
The Demon God, seemingly unperturbed by the emotional upheaval, finally spoke, her voice a seductive whisper that cut through the silence. "Your pain is not without purpose, beloved."
Willow, his emotions still raw and unsteady, turned his gaze toward her, his tear-stained face a reflection of his vulnerability. "Purpose?" he questioned, his voice a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "What purpose could there possibly be in all of this?"
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