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The Demon God continued to regard him with a mixture of fascination and enigmatic satisfaction. Her dark, alluring eyes gleamed with a strange intensity, and her presence exuded an aura of dominion. She was the master of this enigmatic realm, a being with the power to shape and redefine reality.
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."
