Ashton stared at the motionless form of the Demon God before him. The Netherworld was quiet, and the only sound was the slow, steady breathing of the demon. The Dream Spell had worked, and the Demon God was trapped in an endless dream.
He had spent countless hours perfecting this spell. He had studied ancient tomes, practiced his magic tirelessly, and sacrificed much to get to this point. It had been a long and difficult journey, but he had finally done it.
The whole set-up was a little anticlimactic for his liking, but you won't hear him complaining.
For a moment, Ashton felt a sense of triumph wash over him. He had conquered the Demon God, and he had done it alone. But as he stood there, watching the demon sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that he had taken a great risk by casting the spell. The Demon God was a powerful being, and even in his sleep, he could be dangerous.
