They sat in silence for a long time, until Wukong and Yueyin were suddenly torn from their oasis of tranquility by a rift tearing across the sky. The water violently rippled and blackened as shadows crept from the tear. The air grew cold, and the familiar scent of darkness wafted through their senses. They exchanged a fearful glance-something was coming, and it was far more dangerous than anything before.
Emerging from the rift was a figure of black armor, pervasive and full of evil intent. It is Daichi, the Demon General-known as "Void King"-whose power rivals those of gods. Not unlike the stunning first appearance of Madara Uchiha from Naruto, it creates an atmosphere of indomitable strength running chills down their spines.
"Wukong, Yueyin," rumbles Daichi's deep voice, and the tone is twistedly amused. "You think defeating the djinn was the end? That was only the first trial."
Wukong steps forward, standing in front of Yueyin as he tightens his grip on his staff. "I have heard of you, Daichi," he says cold as ice. "But if you think you can take her from me, you are sadly mistaken."
Dark mirth flashes in his eyes, reminiscent of Sukuna's sinusoidal grin in Jujutsu Kaisen: "You misunderstand, Monkey King. I'm not here to take her I'm here to take everything."
He flicks his wrist, and the oasis shatters like glass, revealing an abyss beneath them. They fall through darkness as Wukong hugs Yueyin tightly, using his powers to decelerate their fall. They find themselves in a strange place: an out-of-this-world, twisted realm of shadow and fire-oddly related to the Underworld of Bleach and Mugen Train arc of Demon Slayer.
Trial of the Body: The Lustful Revenant
Daichi raises his hand, and in an instant, a wave of dark figures materializes: warriors, beasts, and a huge serpent-the shining scales as black as obsidian. "This is the Trial of the Body," he says. "Prove your strength, or become part of my domain.
Golden flames start to blaze within Wukong's eyes. "Stay close," he says to Yueyin, spinning his staff in a blur of motion. He leaps into the fray with fluid and deadly movements of his body, clashing with multiple foes at once in a display of raw, breathtaking power reminiscent of Water Breathing forms courtesy of Tanjiro.
Meanwhile, Yueyin does not waste any time. She unsheathes a silver blade-the Moonlit Whisper-cutting through the darkness with grace and elegance. Her motions are a dance, but every strike carries the taste of lethal intent. The magic which deals with moonlight that she uses is an awesome sight to see, like Nezuko's Blood Demon Art combined with the elegance of Saber from Fate/Stay Night.
They fought with their backs to each other, in complete harmony. The battle raged on, heightening the tension between them, every caress of skin, every hot glance exchanged in a rhythm between blows, charged with unseen passion.
When they finally destroy the last of the shadow minions, a sultry voice resounds through the cavern: "Impressive, but how do you stand up against true temptation?"
From darkness, a new figure emerges-
an attractive, curvaceous woman chiseled from the gods, eyes smoldering with passion. It is Lustra, the Succubus Queen, inspired to be as powerful as the sex appeal from characters like Esdeath of Akame ga Kill! and Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist.
She circles them, her hips swaying provocatively. "You've proven your strength, but how about your willpower?" Lustra's voice is like honey laced with malice. With a wave of her hand, the air around them thickens, heady with an aphrodisiac energy.
He feels it right away-the raging compulsion that makes his blood sing. His eyes snap to Yueyin, whose face is aflame, her breathing uneven. Lustra laughs, the sound like silken sheets sliding across bare skin. "You can have each other," she purrs. "But if you give in now, you'll never leave this place."
Unleashed Desire: A Forbidden Moment
Yueyin stumbles, her back hitting a stone pillar. Wukong is on her in an instant, pinning her against it. His pupils are blown wide, his desire written clearly on his face. "Yueyin," he groans, raw. He fights against the enchantment, but the closeness of her, the way her body fits against his, drives him wild.
She looks up at him then, her eyes equally brimming with longing. "Wukong… I need you," she whispers, as if pleading.
His lips crush to hers in a bruising kiss, and she melts into him, her fingers clawing at his back. It's a frenzy of need: his hands roam her body, feeling every curve; every soft gasp she makes merely stokes his desire further. The world around them blurs; there's only the taste of her, the heat of her skin.
But even as their bodies press closer, something shifts inside Wukong. He pulls back, panting, his forehead pressed against hers. "No," he says, voice hoarse but full of resolution. "Not like this. Not because she made us."
Yueyin's eyes clear for a moment, realization dawning. She cups his face in her hands. "You're right," she whispers, kissing him softly, tenderly this time. "We choose when and where. Not her.
The velvety smoothness of defiance in their voices bursts the spell. Lustra screams in rage as their love burns through her spell. Yueyin's silvery light flares, merging with Wukong's golden flames. In unison, they charge a combined attack, erasing the Succubus Queen in a flash of blinding power.
The Coming of the True Demon King: A Glimmer of Doomsday
Barely have they time to catch their breaths when the ground cracks beneath them, and a shadow blots out the sky. They look up and pale.
Then, from above the rift, the True Demon King descends, his presence well surpassing even that of Daichi's. The monstrous figure is clad in black armor with pulsating malevolent energy; his face is obscured by a demonic mask. His entrance is as iconic and terrifying as when Eren first transforms into the Founding Titan in Attack on Titan.
Wukong and Yueyin stand together, hands clasped over each other, their powers a burning aura around their persons. They know they are up against an enemy unlike any they have fought before. The Demon King raises his mammoth, clawed hand, and the air shudders with his dark laughter.
"This is only just the beginning," he rumbles. "Your love may have saved you today, but it will be your undoing.
It starts drizzling again; the sky turns dark, and it seems as if the earth is shaking. Wukong clutches Yueyin's hand tightly and stares into her eyes. "Ready?" he asks, so determined in this voice wearied down by battles; indeed, the sullen love does still beckon.
She nods to him, smiling-so full of fear and hope.
They face the Demon King; their powers blaze much stronger than before, ready for the last battle.
To Be Continued…